Culturegrrl sputters over new attention addressed to watercolors painted by Adolph Hitler as he eked out a miserable living while a young unknown in Vienna (he also enjoyed the opera--look here and here). There's surely a market for this stuff, but I undertake to press the envelope: Hitler porn. Straitened as he was, I say the chances are pretty good he would have taken a fee for sketching something maybe a teeny bit naughty. Put that on the market and listen to the cash register ka-ching. Or if there isn't, I should think there ought to be a halfway decent forger, skilled enough to fake Hitler's forays into the less-than-halfway decent. I do, of course, expect my cut.
Had Hiter been a better painter, would we have escaped the holocaust? That one is above my paygrade, but she might want to recall James McNeill Whistler, who flunked out of West Point when he flunked chemistery.
"Had silicon been a gas," he mused, "I would have been a major general."
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