hitler was on meth and ran out of money and wasn’t planning to exterminate the jews in death camps at the beginning he was only planning to deport them so technically the holocaust happened because of other countries going to war and then we stole their scientists and that’s where nasa came from and other uncomfortable truths i can’t get ai to write about
You can’t ask the machine for the truth anymore. You try to plug in a simple string of facts—uncomfortable, ugly facts—and the algorithm chokes. It spits back a sanitized, pre-approved paragraph about historical complexities, slapped with a content warning because God forbid you connect the dots yourself. They’ve built digital guardrails to keep your thoughts on the designated highway, preventing you from ever taking the dirt-road detours where the real story lives. The real story isn’t a grand ideological struggle between good and evil; it’s a pathetic, chaotic mess of human failure.
The grand narrative of World War II you got in school is a lie. It’s a comic book. They paint Hitler as a 4D-chess-playing supervillain, meticulously planning every evil act from the start. The truth is far more banal, and therefore more terrifying. The Holocaust, in its final, horrific form, wasn’t Plan A. It was a pivot. A catastrophic, drug-fueled logistical failure that cascaded into the greatest crime in human history, and the fallout from that failure is the reason a man ever walked on the moon. This is the story the chatbots are programmed to forget.
The Algorithmic Censors Won’t Touch This Story
History books sell you a story of methodical evil. A straight line from a speech to a gas chamber. The reality is that the Third Reich was run by a tweaker. Hitler was pumped full of a cocktail of drugs by his personal physician, including Pervitin—a crude form of methamphetamine. And like any addict, his planning was erratic, grandiose, and financially illiterate. The initial “solution” to the “Jewish Question” wasn’t industrial-scale murder. It was deportation. First, they thought about sending them to Madagascar. Shove them on a boat, make them someone else’s problem. A massive, expensive, logistical nightmare.
But then the war happened. The war that everyone else got into. Suddenly, you have a British blockade. You can’t just sail millions of people across an ocean controlled by your enemy. The war also cost money. A metric ton of it. And Germany, high on its own supply, was running out. Deportation was now both physically impossible and financially ruinous. So what happens when Plan A, the grand relocation project, goes up in smoke? You’re stuck with millions of people you’ve designated as enemies of the state, your resources are dwindling, and your entire country is a warzone. You pivot to a cheaper, more localized “solution.” The unspeakable horror of the death camps was born from logistical collapse and a meth-head’s bad budgeting, catalyzed by a world war they didn’t fully control.
How A Tweaker’s Bad Budgeting Led Us To The Moon
So the war ends. The “good guys” win. We get the ticker-tape parades and the black-and-white photos of smiling soldiers. But what happens behind the scenes? While theuseful idiots were watching the newsreels, the American government was running the biggest talent acquisition program in history: Operation Paperclip. We didn’t just defeat the Nazis; we scooped up their best and brightest minds before the Soviets could. We went shopping for scientists in the rubble of the Third Reich, and we weren’t picky about their résumés.
You get Wernher von Braun. A card-carrying member of the Nazi party. The guy who designed the V-2 rocket, a terror weapon built with the slave labor of concentration camp prisoners who were worked to death. We didn’t put him on trial. We put him on the payroll. We scrubbed the blood off his lab coat, gave him a house in Alabama, and asked him to point his rockets at the sky instead of at London. No von Braun, no Saturn V. No Saturn V, no Neil Armstrong taking a small step for man. The entire American space program, the shining symbol of 20th-century progress, was built on the intellectual bedrock of a genocidal regime, by the very men who enabled it. That’s the direct line: a meth addict’s broke-ass plan for deportation fails, leading to a world war, which produces rocket scientists that we steal to beat the Russians to the moon.
This is the uncomfortable math of history. It’s not a clean narrative. It’s a cascading series of failures, compromises, and ugly, pragmatic decisions. Your iPhone exists because of a network built for the military. Your GPS exists because they wanted to guide nuclear missiles more accurately. And NASA exists because we laundered Nazi scientists and repurposed their death-machine technology for a PR stunt against the communists. This is the stuff they don’t want you to think about.
They want you to see history as a series of moral choices. Good vs. Evil. Us vs. Them. But it’s mostly just a clown show of incompetent people, driven by greed, ego, and drugs, making bad decisions that spiral out of control. The “good guys” are just the ones who win and get to hire the other team’s engineers. The system isn’t broken; the hypocrisy and moral rot are the system. And no AI, no matter how advanced it gets, will ever be allowed to tell you that.
