In WWI, we Germans did not hate the French, though they did us because of jewish and Freemasonic hate propaganda. Based on my close relationship with my mother, I tended to see women in a positive way, and vice versa. I was always a gentleman with them. I had blue eyes, a deep voice, and was tall for my generation at 5’10” (178 cm). (The average height then was 5’7″.) Charlotte Lobjoie loved to paint, and this is what brought us together despite my meager French skills.
The videographers of the video below seem highly skeptical of the conclusions of the “DNA expert” they show at the end with his ludicrous DNA “negative finding.” The entire video shows it is extremely likely that WWI soldier Adolf Hitler did father a son from an affair (as happens often in wartime), in this case, with a French girl who, like me, loved to paint. Despite the language barrier, the French farm girl and I, a German corporal, did begin to talk.
The Covid Big-Lie campaign (the lockdowns, face diapers, and then the forced administration of the clot-shot) showed “expert” after “expert” lying through their teeth.
But the good thing is the people have seen that all the Harvard degrees in the world don’t make arrant nonsense true.
Before this we had “blue-ribbon” commissions to “investigate” 9/1 1 (in 2002) and the John Kennedy assassination (in 1965), and before that the Nuremberg kangaroo trials (1946) and before that the Leo Frank trial (1913). And all the experts did was lie: whether it was congressmen, Supreme Court justices, lawyers, generals, cops, scientists…..
Between bribes from jews and blackmail, they all LIED.
In this video, a man who looked like Hitler and was born at the right time and place to be his offspring, presents all sorts of true evidence….. and then the expert says, “sorry, the DNA evidence says no.”
It is easily explainable. Hitler must be totally demonized with nothing normal and good about him. A soldier and a girl — too normal! nsd for him to have descendants who also are normal — we can’t have that, now, can we?
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….My French girlfriend then and who she is now; “my” grandson today
Frenchman Philippe Loret, grandson of Adolf Hitler. One of the few sort-of good things about war is the love children it does bring forth. Sex and friendship help war-weary soldiers and lonely civilian females to get through a psychological and physical hell.
……The egoic madness of WWI
…..Forever touched by encountering two gallant foes, both French and British
.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wu0Z1eshtRU
What is tendentious and typical for Jewish Hitler-bashing at the end of this video is that I would never have NOT bowed my head in deepest gratitude to Henry Tandey! Never would I have just smirked slightly and turned away. (Tandey had already killed 19 of my fellow Germans that day, in Marcoing, France, and later got the Victoria Cross for it. This man was a total warrior.)
The Victoria Cross is seen on the left as we face him. It is the highest British medal, like the Congressional Medal of Honor in the US, or the Pour le Mérite for the Germans in WWI, or the Knight’s Cross with swords, oak leaves and diamonds for the Germans in WWII.
It was truly he who who spared German corporal Adolf Hitler’s life in Marcoing, France in 1918. (He could not bring himself to shoot a groggy soldier who was just staggering back to his feet after being knocked out by an explosion.) Look at that resolute Saxon face, the blue eyes, straight nose and strong chin.
Actor today who strongly resembles AH then, except his face is too narrow — and my eyes, then as now, are dark-blue, not gray.
This 1916 poem shows my deep respect for all brave and honorable men who fought on all sides.
Composed in French Flanders, in the Artois forest, spring 1916
Based on a true story
[then the actual poem comes]
Drawing by me to illustrate the poem
Till they came to the German outposts.
Hitler, convalescing in a hospital in Berlin in 1916
And says to him with earnest foreboding:
Hitler after four years at the front
When a man sees himself in another man,
May God be with you!”
French infantrymen, “poilus,” in the trenches (re-enactors)
….Hitler on his mother and all mothers
This poetry was written by Adolf Hitler in 1923. He respected his father, Alois, and loved his mother, Klara, crying bitterly at her grave when she died of cancer, as the family doctor related decades later.
The Mother
“When your mother has grown older,
When her dear, faithful eyes
no longer see life as they once did,
When her feet, grown tired,
No longer want to carry her as she walks “
Then lend her your arm in support,
Escort her with happy pleasure.
The hour will come when, weeping, you
Must accompany her on her final walk.
And if she asks you something,
Then give her an answer.
And if she asks again, then speak!
And if she asks yet again, respond to her,
Not impatiently, but with gentle calm.
And if she cannot understand you properly
Explain all to her happily.
The hour will come, the bitter hour,
When her mouth asks for nothing more.”
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…….I re-encounter a reincarnated girlfriend whom I had last seen in 1916
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https://johndenugent.com/english/have-you-had-a-supernatural-experience-tell-your-story/
This was one of my many supernatural experiences (and many of us have them and keep them to themselves)….
So many of us do not disclose the fact that we have had “weird” experiences, which reflect our fear of ridicule. I have had many, and going back to age one and a half, when I read all the ingredients aloud off an “AI Steak Sauce” bottle to my shocked parents from my high chair — and they stopped chewing. LOL! (“Who is this kid?”)
My mother, an artist, said to me once:
“You have great gifts, and I hope you use them wisely. You know, John, your father and I were standing at the crib after Todd [my younger brother] was born.
Todd (d.in 2019) was a jovial, good-times fellow, seen here leaning way back, his head in profile under the painting
Hoisting a beer in the back and wearing a baseball cap
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And your father looked down at Todd in the crib, and said: ‘He’s a fine boy, but there will never be another John.’ ”
On NBC television’s Nightly News , live, on June 11, 2009 right after the June 10, 2009 James von Brunn gun battle incident at the US Holocaust Museum: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_von_Brunn
Now, this subtle but supernatural experience I am about to tell happened in 1998, while I was standing in a line before an ATM machine in Boston, an AT machine right on the street, and protected by a glassed roof, located at the front of a bank on glamorous Boylston Street in the Back Bay section of Boston.
A cute little brunette was standing right in front of me in line to get some cash out, and just before it was her turn to use the machine, an old lady with a cane asked to cut through the LONG line in order to get into the bank’s front door so as to do some transactions.
Boylston Street — classy and rich in history
This brunette opened her mouth and merely said to the elderly lady, in a very friendly way, one little word: “Sure!”
As soon as that one word “surrrre” came out, and it really sounded more like “shüüüre,” something began fevering inside me.
This brunette in front of me then stepped forward, and did her own quick ATM transaction, then turned around, briefly facing me, and she flashed her deep blue eyes right at me ¦ perfectly set off by an amazing eyeliner.
I had never set eyes on her before (well, at least not in this life! )
Something possessed me, and the words just flew out of my mouth. They leapt off my lips. they shot out. I was, like, “possessed,” and could not hesitate. I TOLD her the following, very impulsively — I did not ask her anything, or greet her with any kind of “HI!” or any friendly pick-up line, … and what I said I said to her on Boylston Street in Boston, USA in French (the language in which I minored in Georgetown):
“Vous êtes de Lille!”
(“You-are-from-Lille!”)
(Lille is a once-great industrial city in northern France.)
A beautiful office building in Lille
She was stunned.
“Ah! Oui! [Oh… yes!] ….
Unh, you are French?
You are from Lille?!”
“Non, je suis Americain ” [No, I am an American.]
Me in the 1990s
Well, as the conversation ensued, she turned out to be quite a nice gal, this Sophie Huissier. (I am revealing her real name because it is a very common name over there, like “Jason Smith” or “Tiffany Jones” over here “Huissier” means “bailiff,” actually, so I guess one was her ancestor.)
This gal has long since gone back to France, but she was my type in a way, a blue-eyed, pretty woman, with nice curves, about 30.
I also respected her because she had once been overweight due to childhood emotional deprivation, and a mean father…but she had shed all that excess weight. She was working at the time at a five-star hotel in the Back Bay, right at the front desk, where they only hired pretty women under 30, as she told me (and then ruthlessly the owners let these women go in their thirties, like clockwork, as she complained).
Sophie loved literature, she thought a lot about the world’s problems, and was so very French in every good way.
I came to also really admire her as I got to know her, mostly for her overcoming of a miserable childhood, especially of a cruel father who always “put her down” and unbelievably lied to her that she somehow was ugly, fat and stupid! And she was not; he was just a psychopathic bastard. How can a father trash his own daughter??? I wanted to go find him over in France and put my Marine boot up his “derrière.”
She had become an over-eater as a result of believing her rotten father’s lies, and feeling utterly unloved by him (that part was tragically true), and yet she took her life back from despair, losing the 40 extra pounds she had put on, and then she fulfilled her life’s dream to come and see America.
Sophie actually started me on the long path that led to my moving to France in 2004 (or rather back, since I spent 1914-18 there, but under unhappy circumstances), and I was a help to her in dealing with the grief of having had an unloving father. How terrible that is for a nice young girl to have a mentally cruel bastard for a father! Every daughter should be beautiful to her dad!
Having loved my own daughters, Erika and Ingrid (photo), both now very successful and both well-married now, I did find the right words of comfort for her, and praise for her slimming down.
So now how exactly did I somehow “know” “ and I did KNOW it the moment her and my mouths opened ” that she was from that specific city of Lille, this from her just saying the one word “sure” — and in English??
You tell me!
I assure you while my French was/is very good, no, I could not determine her city by her accent, especially not from her saying ONE WORD — “sure” — in English!
Was she my lover in another life? She was, during World War One.
She was not my soul mate, and so it did not last long, nor did it the last time either, back in 1916, but she was ” and she again is ” a very nice French woman. But see further below. She had a souvenir from me.
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A watercolor I did at this time. Unlike other soldiers, I strangely chose not to drink, whore, or play cards. I painted, wrote poetry and read the philosopher Schopenhauer. Yes, that made me pretty weird all right.
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The approximate front between the British-French Allies and the Germans 1914-18, with a circle around the city of Lille, which was behind the German lines. The three battles of the Ypres salient brought Corporal Adolf Hitler near Lille: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Military_career_of_Adolf_Hitler
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Wiki:
He was an infantryman in the 1st Company during the First Battle of Ypres (October 1914),
….which is remembered in Germany as the “Kindermord bei Ypern” (Massacre of the Kids) because approximately 40,000 men (between a third and a half) of nine newly enlisted infantry divisions were killed in 20 days.
Hitler’s regiment entered the battle with 3,600 men and at its end mustered 611.[5] The regimental commander was killed and thereafter they were known as the Regiment List in his honor. By December Hitler’s own company of 250 was reduced to 42.
Biographer John Keegan claims that this experience drove Hitler to become aloof and withdrawn for the remaining years of war.[6]
A telling military ID photo …. This was a firearms license of Corporal Hitler right after the war; it was the German Army that had sent him to check out a “German Workers Party” (the DAP) in Munich, looking for a right-wing workers party that would oppose, not join, the communists.
I loved, then as now, brunettes with blue eyes, like my then-mother Klara, whom I utterly adored. (This parental painting hung at the Berghof. An American in California now owns it.)
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…..My son in another life
A picture of the French woman in her late thirties with whom I was involved with as a girl in WWI, Charlotte Lobjoie… I believe this was today’s Sophie Huissier in another life.
My painting of Charlotte at the time
Excerpt:
Although Charlotte gave up her son for adoption, Philippe says they were reunited in Paris during the occupation of France, which began in May 1940. He also says German officers tracked her down to her address in Paris and used to hand her money.
Philippe says: ˜My father was re-acquainted with his mother by German officers during the Occupation. He even spent a week living with her at her apartment. That’s when she told him his father was Hitler, not on her death-bed as some have reported.
˜My father told me he heard from his mother how German soldiers used to bring her money on a regular basis. It didn’t help her to become rich, but she lived on it.’
[….] [My mother] told me that Hitler was a gentle lover and a good lover, just like my grandmother said.’
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2126591/Philippe-Loret-believes-Adolf-Hitlers-grandson-French-plumber-tells-family-story.html#ixzz50DrAg7mV
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…..Who really was and is JdN?
Margi took this shot in May 2019 near the old Franklin Mine in Hancock, Michigan, and you can see — in very, very exaggerated form with the dowward, sideways angle of the harsh sunlight — the unique double bulges over the inner eyebrow area — and the “V” that flares off it onto my side forehead.
Hitler’s Landsberg prison cell in 1924
Why it should be beyond obvious to not look exactly like Hitler
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4.5 Years of Struggle
Against Lies, Stupidity, and Cowardice
— A settling of accounts [with my enemies]
with unique, rare, solid, dark blue eyes – not an Irish or Polish light-blue, not a blue-green, and not blue-gray either. Solid, deep blue.
.https://johndenugent.com/images/jdn-eye-color-12-sept-2018.mp4
https://johndenugent.com/why-it-should-be-beyond-obvious-to-not-look-that-much-like-hitler/
The Hitler strongman image, face it, was a huge turnoff to the freedom-loving Americans, who are genetically a heavily keltic people (meaning the common English people, and of course the Irish, Scots, Welsh and the southern Germans).
Hitlerism, the one-man rule, the dictatorship, was seen as a step backward in Western Civilization into the Middle Ages, and as a slap in the face to what the Founding Fathers wanted — freedom of speech and a limited government.
Even the young John Kennedy, secretly very antisemitic like his dad, disliked the Hitler approach, while also admiring the man’s achievements.
One-man rule went very much against our Anglo-Saxon grain, our fear of megalomaniacs, and the famous dictum of Lord Acton:
“All power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.”
We all know the Ancient Romans were no liberal, peacenik hippies. 
Nor were they opposed to powerful leaders……
But for five hundred years even the Romans banned one-man rule and kings — establishing even a dual presidency, two consuls — two rulers — and even those two were closely supervised by the Roman Senate.
SPQR: Senatus Populusque Romanus — “the Senate and the People of Rome”
So this time around, the flavor of National Socialism has to be modified, but the core ingredients are exactly the same!
The Aryan folk community is invincible — and must live again!
God, guns, guts and glory!
And this time, Jews,
it will be the world!
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Wien …
… ist auch nicht mehr, was es war.
Was für ein Dreckspack – Wien ist verloren.
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Wien (Teil 2/zweiter Akt)
https://www.danisch.de/blog/2024/07/12/wien-2/
Ich blogge gerade über den fast gelungenen Attentatsversuch.
Erste Stellungnahme von Jürgen Elsässer am Tage nach dem Verbot von COMPACT durch Bundesinnenminister Nancy Faeser bei Björn Banane.
Leider ward im Interview zweimal auf den Führer eingeschlagen, obwohl gerade er sich in der Kampfzeit gegen derlei “demokratische Spielchen” aller Faeser behaupten mußte, und noch weit darüber hinaus, stellte doch ein geschürter europäischer Konflikt in seiner Entfesselung zum Weltkriege schließlich die Fortführung dar – und so wird es auch diesmal kommen, weil der Jutt das allzeit so handhabt.
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EXISTENZ ZERSTÖRT! DER TAG DANACH!
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bc-1kQdokPc
Hier ist das verbotene Interview, weswegen COMPACT endlich der Garaus gemacht wurde.
Was Adolf Hitler anbelangt, so stimme ich bei der historischen Rückschau nicht mit der Sprecherin des russischen Außenministers überein, auch nicht, was sie in Bezug der Dreißiger Jahre hinsichtlich des Nationalsozialismus in den VSA andeutet, denn: nach den Lügen über die Deutschen während des Ersten Weltkriegs (zum Beispiel abgehackte Hände belgischer Kinder oder gekreuzigte Offiziere der Entente) waren die die deutschstämmigen Amerikaner froh, daß es unter dem Hakenkreuz wieder aufwärts geht mit Deutschland.
Auch hat weder der Fragesteller noch sonst wer eine irgendwie geartete Rechtfertigung der russischen Seite für was auch immer verlangt – da wirkt die Sprecherin meines Erachtens recht unsicher.
Und das mit der sogenannten Pandemie sowie der nach der Spritzerei – angebliche Impfung – einhergehenden Übersterblichkeit bei den Völkern des sogenannten Westens hat die Sprecherin offenbar nichts verstanden.
Trotzdem ein sehr wertvolles Zeitdokument, das Interview, welches die Nerven bei den politisch verantwortlichen Stellen in Berlin und darüber hinaus, wie beispielsweise und insbesondere bei der Ursel von der Lügen, blank liegen läßt. : – )
Gefunden habe ich das Interview im übrigen auf der Seite des Volkslehrers, der es in vorausschauender Weise bei “Frei 3” des Hagen Grell für das Deutsche Volk gesichert hat.
So schließe ich: Nun Volk steh auf und Sturm brich los!
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DIE VOLKSSCHULE: Das verbotene COMPACT-Interview
https://frei3.de/post/40bb783d-09ea-44b4-b26f-b6576102fdec