With all this "Nazi" talk, I'd like to cite Tony Kushner...

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from A Bright Room Called Day:


Third Interruption
German Lessons

Zillah

German lessons. Listen:
"Das Massengrab." Mass grave.
"Die Zeit war sehr schlimm." Times were bad.
"Millionen von Menschen waren tot." Millions of people were dead.

People try to be so fussy and particular when they look at politics, but what I think an understanding of the second half of the twentieth century calls for is not caution and circumspection but moral exuberance. Overstatement is your friend: use it.

Take Evil: The problem is that we have this event - Germany, Hitler, the Holocust - which we have made into THE standard of absolute Evil - well and good, as standards of Evil go, it's not bad - but then everyone gets frantic as soon as you try to use the standard, nothing compares, nothing resembles - and the standard becomes unusable and nothing qualifies as Evil with a capital E. I mean how much of a Nazi do you have to be to qualify for membership? Is a twenty-five-percent Nazi a Nazi or not?

Ask yourselves this: it's 1942; the Goerings are having an intimate soiree; if he got an invitation, would Pat Buchanan feel out of place? Out of place? Are you kidding? Pig heaven, dust off the old tuxedo, kisses to Eva and Adolph. I mean just because a certain ex-actor-turned-President who shall go nameless sat idly by and watched tens of thousands die of a plague and he couldn't even bother to say he felt bad about it, much less try to help, does this mean he merits comparison to a certain fscist-dictator anti-Semitic mass-murdering psychopath who shall also remain nameless? OF COURSE NOT! I mean I ask you - how come the only people who ever say "Evil" anymore are southern cracker televangelists with radioactive blue eyeshadow? None of these bastards look like Hitler, they never will, not exactly, but I say as long as they look like they're playing in Mr. Hitler's Neighborhood we got no reason to relax.
I never relax. I can work up a sweat reading the Sunday Times. I read, I gasp, I hit the streets at three a.m. with my can of spray paint:
REAGAN EQUALS HITLER! RESIST! DON'T FORGET, WEIMAR HAD A CONSTITUTION TOO!
Moral exuberance. Hallucination, revelation, gut-flutters in the night - the internal intestinal night bats, their panicky leathery wings - that's my common sense. I pay attention to that.
Don't put too much stock in a good night's sleep. During times of reactionary backlash, the only people who are sleeping soundly are the guys who're giving the rest of us bad dreams. So eat something indigestible before you go to bed, and listen to your nightmares.

(End of interruption.)


Reagan era - yet fitting ...
I chose this as my first monologue for an acting class a few years back.