Mein Leben in Bildern (My Life in Pictures)

This is me at my diva photo shoot shortly after being named propaganda minister.

"I am ready for my close up Mr.Demille"

My fabulous family and I, who I love more than anything in the world.

I love you girls! xoxo Daddy

This is me delivering my first speech as the Propaganda Minister.

I am so inspiring.

My gorgeous, sizzling hot wife.

The way hotter actress named, Lida Baarova that I had an affair with. 

Shhhh dont tell anyone.

Hitler in all his young glory.  Beauty and Brains? 

He is unbeatable!

Wenn Sie Wissen Müssen (If You Must Know)

Here are more sources to learn more about my righteous life

http://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/jsource/Holocaust/goebbels.html
http://www.historylearningsite.co.uk/joseph_goebbels.htm
http://www.psywarrior.com/Goebbels.html
http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/GERgoebbels.htm

Ende (The End)

Times were tough.  The Nazi party was desperately trying to keep the shred of control they had left.  All the ministers were told to act as if nothing was changing but deep down in my heart I knew that we had lost the war.  The world didn’t listen to us and I knew eventually they would pay the price.  At least I can leave with a guilt free conscience.  I had done everything in my power to try and educate the citizens of the world, but it had no effect.  There was nothing more I could do, nothing more I had to live for.  The cause I had been working for my whole life had come to an end, and so should my life.  Tonight will be my last night on the earth.  I plan to kill my family and myself.  Although it may seem cruel to kill your loved ones, it would be crueler to let them survive in a world that is sure to torture them.  The Nazi party is universally hated; my children and wife would never survive the torture that would be sure to follow the end of the world.  I’ve struggled with this decision for a while now, and I have come to the conclusion that killing my family is perhaps the kindest most generous thing I have ever done in my life.  Regardless of what other countries say about the Nazi’s, I truly do love my family.  They are my greatest achievement.  As I sit here and write, I have thought a lot about my life.  I know that I am a hated man, so to the people that wish me a long and painful death I say to them, I am a loyal, passionate, hardworking, and intelligent individual.  I have used resources such as film and radio to help further my party’s position in ways nothing else could even compare to.   Whether or not you agree with my beliefs, you cannot refute that these qualities are all something to be admired in a man.  I leave this Earth content with my life and having no regrets, this is more than I could say for most men.

Dunklen Zeiten (Dark Times)

It seemed the tides had turned.  I had been promoted to the position of Propaganda Minister for the Nazi Party.  While I was initially excited about this promotion, the power and influence I had expected to gain never came.  I did my job as dutifully as I could, creating incisive and educational movies that I felt were pertinent to the Nazi cause.  Hitler and the party it seemed didn’t feel the same way.  I found myself being left out of important Nazi meetings and I was increasingly shunned from the decision making process.  In a few short years everything had changed.  I felt stifled, I could not influence the people the way I wanted, but I was still loyal to the party and the cause.  I felt the only way to regain my power was by appealing to Hitler’s one weakness, the Jewish population.  I created movie after movie about those Jews.  I wasted precious moments of my life, taking about an irrelevant topic.  These were not the type of movies I wanted to create, but they were appealing to the public and to Hitler, so I kept filming them.  These movies helped me hang onto my last shreds of power, until one day even these stopped working.  My position as minister was now just a title.  There was no longer a need for my films.  Socialism had almost been completely eradicated, the Jews were being sent to work camps, and almost all the Nazi party’s enemies had been exterminated.  For the first time in a long time I felt like I didn’t belong.

Angenehme Zeitan (Pleasant Times)

In two short years I was made the “Gauleiter” for the Berlin section of the National Socialists.  Hitler’s early confidence in me to manage a whole city, touched me in a way nothing else ever had.  It seemed my talent for writing was finally being recognized, as I became the editor of the greated newspaper to ever be published, Der Angriff .  It was a newspaper issued by the Nazi party, which in reality was a pubic service because it helped educate the citizens of Germany about the truth of politics and those vile Jews.  Along with newspapers Der Angriff also published various posters and handbills all with the same goal, educating the public about the truth.  Der Angriff’s main topics of interests were socialists such as Hermann Muller, Carl Severing, and Bernhard Weib.  When first writing my biting articles I had expected at least some sort of a backlash.  It seemed the socialist leaders were to weak to confront me.  I now admired Hitler even more for saving me from my impending doom that was sure to occur had I stayed with the socialist party.  Along with writing, my participation in the party had fostered my oratory skills.  If Hitler wasn’t available for a speech, it was my job to fill his shoes.  I had gained considerably power and I was enjoying it immensely.  My power to effect masses of people by simply delivering a five minute speech was mind boggling.  My position in the Nazi party was secure and life was good.

Mein Schicksal (My Destiny)

I can remember the very first time I felt it.  Frustrated by the lack of leadership the current government of Germany was exhibiting, I attended a Nazi campaign against the French occupation of the Ruhr.    The heat was almost unbearable and there was no room to stand, but none of that mattered.  The speeches were electrifying; I had never seen this type of passion before exhibited by anyone in government.  Their new ideas gave me hope for my future as well as the country’s.  As I looked around at the crowd, I knew I wanted to be a part of this.  This was the very first moment I had felt a sense of belonging.  The Nazi party understood me and my need for change; they were a party dedicated to the people.  After years of floundering around, I had finally found my purpose in life.  As soon as I officially joined the party in 1924, Gregor Strasser was kind enough to take me under his wing and mentor me.  He educated me in the ways of politics and the inner workings of the party itself.  In turn I would use my talent as a writer to help him spread his ideas.  When our great leader, Hitler was finally released from jail he called upon all the activists to help him reorganize the Nazi party.  Although Hitler’s views on socialism differed from mine, he had a sort of charisma and charm that was unavoidable.  At the conference Hitler explained, that his main goal was to exterminate all Jews.  At that time I felt this was harsh, but now I know better.  I was slightly disappointed after leaving the conference, but Hitler being the great man that he is, recognized my talent and invited me to travel to Munich with him.  I could tell Hitler truly respected my presence due to the private car that came to pick me up from the railway station.   It was little things like this that showed me a person’s true character, and so far Hitler was living up to my expectations.  Once I arrived at his residence, Hitler greeted me personally and asked to talk a walk with me.  This walk would perhaps be the most definitive moment of my life.  While Hitler berated me for my socialist support he offered to forgive me if I accepted a leadership position in the party.   How could I refuse? I would be given a prime seat in the part and all I had to do was denounce my socialist views.  And so I did, I pledged complete loyalty to Hitler and the Nazi party, and I meant every word of it.  I was witnessing my dreams come true right before my eyes.  I was in.

Einführung en Mir (Introduction to Me)

My name is Dr. Paul Joseph Goebbels, but I am more commonly knows as Joseph Goebbels, and this is the first page of a diary I intend to keep for life.  The world was first honored by my presence on October 29, 1897 in a small town on the edge of the Ruhr district known as Rheydt. I grew up in a modest house with four siblings.  My father who was a factory clerk and my mother who was a farmhand raised me in the pure and glorious church of Catholicism.  Although one of my legs is shorter than the other I am no less capable than any other man.  In spite of my physical deformity I was raised to always have unwavering pride in my country, and myself so when I was rejected from the military at the tender age of 20, I am sure you understand why it had such a profound effect on me.  This rejection was the most bitter experience of my life, in order to escape the feeling of failure I enrolled in the boarding school of the German Franciscan brothers in Bleijerheide, Netherlands.  At this time the wound was still fresh and I fear that the rejection also caused me too lose faith in God and detach myself from my Catholic faith.  It is hard for even me to imagine that my most trusted and influential teachers were Jews!  But enough talk of those vermin, after completing my doctorate in 1921 I became a journalist and wrote a semi-autobiographical novel with dabbled in plays as well as romantic poetry.  It was also during this time that I found much success with the ladies.  I spent the days indulging in fine wine and women. To this day recalling those memories cause me much pain, how could I so easily loose my way and forget about God?  I don’t think I will ever have an answer for this question, but I digress.   While women were not an issue I fear I failed in being a writer as well.  My novels took eons to find publishers and my plays were never staged.  I had failed at becoming a soldier, and now I had failed at becoming a writer as well.  Could I do anything right?  So with no future writing prospects I satisfy my writing needs by writing in this diary.  I channeled my frustration and began working as a bank clerk.  The job was stable but I was extremely unhappy.  This is not what I had planned for my life, but somehow I knew things were going to get better.  I was too smart to stay a meager bank clerk for the rest of my life.  The monotonous work often bored me, so I spent most of my time reading different books by writers such as Friedrich Nietzsche, Oswald Spengler, and Houston Stewart Chamberlain.  It was through them that I discovered the truth about the disgusting Jewish race.  They were a stain on society that needed to be removed.  They all deserved to be exterminated; their vile existence was not necessary.  I don’t know how I could have been so blind to this before but it was better late than never.  Following my epiphany the greatest man who ever lives entered the world of politics; Adolf Hitler.   After listening to his passionate speeches I realized that we agreed on almost every topic.  I knew I was destined to work alongside him.  The only question remaining was how to get there.

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