Last night as I was lying in bed, my thoughts began to wander towards the famous guy known as Adolf Hitler. Sure, he was a fierce, war-mongering dictator, and he was a genocidal maniac that much of the world hates, but as my head lay on my pillow, I began to think that he, like everyone else, had an everyday life. He would wake up every morning and yawn. Maybe stretch out and scratch his gut, like any normal man would. Doesn't that thought seem weird to you? You never see any pictures of Hitler in his pajamas. Sure, he may have hated the Jews, but those probably weren't the only thoughts in his head. I remember when I was reading a biography on the man, it said that he would sometimes dance a little jig when a general reported a victory. What do you suppose Hitler sang in the shower? German opera, maybe? Picture it: Hitler... in the shower... singing opera... It seems strange, doesn't it? Better yet, what did he read when he was sitting on the porcelain throne? A newspaper, perhaps?
Lets take a more hypothetical route. Suppose Hitler succeeded in getting into that art college in his early years. Can you imagine that? Instead of the epitome of evil, you would have Hitler the No-Name Artist. With him being such a large part of history, it is difficult to picture him as a nobody. By about this point, I believe I lost consciousness. Good night.












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