Instead of generals and foreign politi-cians I substitute a few critics. My rage comes out in an undiluted stream of pure bile. I have the cutting edge. Years of practice. Hitler would weep at the sentimental movies he would show in his house, feel the greatest love and sentiment for his dog Blondie, above any human except Eva Braun who was a kind of lap-dog anyway.
Sentiment is usually the nauseating side-product of the unintelligent and violent.
It is a reverence for the harmless things that cannot injure them, like sad puppies in pet shops and weeping children on Christmas cards. Anyone who can fend for themselves is a threat since all life is in opposition to the criminal, the gangster and psychopath. The Mafia gangster is different in the sense that he loves what is closest to him, for in a way since they are not against him they must protect him. Mafiosi are able to chop their victims to bits and then, after washing the blood off their hands, play with their friends' babies. Mrs. Thatcher was able to call out a substantial amount of planes to search for her temporarily lost son, but summarily gave the order to sink a ship-ful of one thousand mothers' sons.