An old man once told me that age turns men into caricatures of themselves. By that he meant their most distinctive personality features continued to grow ever more prominent to the point of near grotesquerie by their dotage. I’ve always kept that in mind, and so consciously tried to limit the expanding appeal of my charisma. I imagine those who know me best would testify as to just how successful this effort has been.
Another man who’s proved quite a bit less capable in avoiding caricature is Adolph Hitler. His prominent features have elongated so far past the thresholds of actual human dimensions, that he’s become something else entirely: a brand.
Somewhat like Elvis, Hitler has become far more valuable dead than he ever was alive. And as a dead-man brand, Hitler is a Ferrari.
This brand is so influential that the most powerful men on Earth can be routinely…
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