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.