I just read an interesting and very well written article about Hitler’s toilet. Not only was it hard core journalism involving solid empirical research, fluid prose (no pun intended) and historically relevant, it also brought home to me certain big picture biblical tenets that include 1)  “oh how the mighty have fallen” (snicker-snicker can you say schadenfreude) but suggests that 2)  the Universe itself (and not just God’s children ) seeks to repair, heal, rejuvenate and/or recycle itself, human souls but also all its various broken and unbroken component parts.

Theatrically speaking it’s as if God him or herself desires a kind of divinely inspired repair, “re-do”, “second act”, or better ending…. which after reading the Old Testament and after having been a parent myself three times over I can sort of relate to. This more Cosmic version of Tikkun Olam (hebrew for “repairing the world”) which extends well beyond humans engaging in purposeful acts of social justice and self improvement might then apply to all mankind including the most wretched as well as most blessed souls and might occur without our conscious awareness, knowledge or cooperation.

So in this case if the person cant exactly be repaired or redeemed in this lifetime then maybe their beloved shitter could be.

That’s right, the (literally) damned toilet, was salvaged out of the Fuehrer’s private yacht by unknown privateers and wandered the planet for years as a kind of orphaned unclaimed plumbing relic ending up in an unassuming auto repair shop in Florence, New Jersey.

As one would expect, the appropriately engraved and fully encrusted water closet still worked perfectly thanks to its superior German engineering. In fact it had become something of a minor tourist attraction and “destination fixture”, mostly for eccentric plumbing enthusiasts, road warriors and history junkies. Still unknown is how many people may have over the years plopped down knowingly or unknowingly on the same exact toilet seat that Adolf Hitler did in 1943? How many cell phone pics and Instagrams are there out there showing random people peeing into the same commode that Goering may have used to release his alcoholic intestinal fury and/or Hitler barfed into due to his rampant seasickness (like me he was a seagoing wimp) or simply because he became ill upon hearing that Rommel was getting his ass kicked in North Africa? We do not know, and that nearly metaphysical uncertainty is part of it’s special charm. If only toilets and his German Shepherd Blondie could have talked……. For the inside scoop…so to speak..on Hitler’s catastrophic problem with flatulence see my earlier blog entitled “Hitler’s Farts”. It’s a gas.