I just read an interesting and well written article about Hitler’s toilet. Not only was it hard core journalism involving solid research, fluid prose (no pun intended) and historical relevance , it also brought home the big ideas that 1)  “oh how the mighty have fallen” (snicker-snicker) and 2)  that the Universe always attempts to repair and recycle itself and its various component parts. This more cosmic and/or spiritual insight might even extend to mankinds most wretched as well as most blessed souls and can occur with or without our knowledge or cooperation. That’s right, the (literally) damned toilet, was salvaged out of the Fuehrer’s private yacht by unknown privateers, wandered the planet for years as a kind of orphaned unclaimed relic and ended up  in an auto repair shop in Florence, New Jersey.

As it should be, the appropriately engraved and fully encrusted water closet works perfectly thanks to superior German engineering and is something of a minor tourist attraction and a “destination fixture”, mostly for an eccentric breed of road warriors and history junkies. How many people may have plopped down knowingly or unknowingly  on the same exact toilet seat Adolf did in 1943? How many cell pics and Instagrams are there out there showing random people peeing into the same commode that Goering may have used to release his (intestinal) fury and/or Hitler barfed into, either due to his rampant seasickness (like me he was a seagoing wimp) or because he just heard Erwin Rommel was getting his ass kicked in North Africa? We do not know, and that uncertainty is part of it’s unusual charm. If only toilets and German Shepherds named Blondie could talk……. For the inside scoop, ewww, on Hitlers major problem with flatulence see my earlier blog entitled “Hitler’s Farts”. It’s a gas.