The banners, of red, black and white, lean gently within the breeze.
Quietly they peek out above the crowd seated there before the Altar of Zeus.
Larger banners of like insignia provide the backdrop to the altar.
False prophets speak upon this altar to the enraptured masses before them.
The leader and his officials sit high above the crowd.
Dressed immaculately, they celebrate the glory of the Third Reich.
You are the leaders, the master race, the Fuhrer speaks.
Die Welt ist unser welt.
The world is our world.
Die welt ist eine germanische welt.
The world is a germanic world.
The smiling crowd sits comfortably, content, and fulfilled.
This display of power mesmerizes them.
And why not?
The leader and his men have led the party to glorious heights.
Wealth abounds for true believers, the party officials, and the followers in the audience.
The territory of the empire is expanding.
The elites are making money, and lots of it.
The deceivers who have betrayed the party faithful are being punished.
Those unfortunate few who remind the audience of human weakness and frailty are being sorted out and purified.
It is a bold new world, and the young adults who are being celebrated on this day will rule it.
Imperfection will not be tolerated.
Failure is not an option.
Lies will be told when necessary to promote the public good.
Allegiance will accrue to the party leader, not to one’s conscience.
This is the new morality.
Welcome to fascism.
Welcome to Nazism.
But, of course, we are not talking about Nazi Germany, but instead of Nazi America.
And the altar that we see in this picture is not that of the Altar of Zeus in a stadium in Germany, but instead the Altar of Zeus that exists within Tercentenary Theater in Harvard Yard.
The flags that lean gently in the breeze carry not the swastikas of yesteryear but the crimson swastikas of Harvard University.
For this is commencement day in Cambridge.
It is an embarrassing display of power.
Shame has no place in Berchtesgaden, nor in Tercentenary Theater.
Here in Valhalla, only the strong may enter.
Here the vision is no different than that of the Third Reich in its earlier incarnation – a cruel world of perfection where the impure of thought, body and spirit are drummed from memory and human existence.
The enemies of this new Reich are no longer Jews, but white people.
They are not enemies because they are enemies, but because an enemy is required.
Anti-Caucasian is the new anti-Semitism.
Supporting this false methodology is the junk-science of white supremacy. It doesn’t exist any more than Jewish supremacy exists or did exist.
Keeping people’s minds focused on rage, distrust and hatred serves the needs of the leadership of this new Third Reich.
And with good reason, for this need is based upon the leaders’ lack of competence. Their record demonstrates this.
Homelessness, a decent gauge of a leadership’s effectiveness is soaring off the charts in our major American cities.
But not here.
Homelessness does not exist in Tercentenary Theatre, America’s Berchtesgaden.
The Reich will not permit it.
Nor will the party faithful here in Harvard Yard allow it.
Here the crowd chooses to look away, to stare at its own reflection.
Besides, Harvard is no place for riff-raff.
Not just anyone can enter this hallowed sanctuary.
Only warriors in Valhalla may stand here.
Appearances are important.
No, no, raged Goebbels, bread lines in Berlin won’t do.
Why, this is not possible, nor permissible under the Nazi regime.
Ah, but it is possible, and was possible, because the Nazis did not fix things under Hitler; they swept their problems under the rug by killing the Jews, the infirm, the homeless and the weak.
Here too in Tercentenary Theater the problems of our once great nation are brushed away, ignored, and granted refusal to be confronted.
For Harvard Yard is a secure place, a mountain retreat, far from the reality of the messy world our Nazi leaders rule over.
Here purity reigns supreme.
The audience nods approval.
It is always seductive to be endowed with special powers, to be told that you are one of the master race.
It is a child’s fantasy world of unlimited chocolate and candy.
But all good things must end.
Even here within the safe confines of Tercentenary Theatre, life is ultimately measured not by awards, plaudits, money, and waving banners, but by how well one treats other people.
And so the time for America’s so-called elite for honoring itself will come to an end here in America’s Berchtesgaden.
The sooner that comes, the better.
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