Who wants to come drink beer and watch the Dirty Dozen with me
That is not a myth. Here is an excerpt from LIFE’s page with the original photo:
"In the 1985 book, Eisenstaedt on Eisenstaedt: A Self-Portrait, the then-87-year-old photographer discussed how the Goebbels picture came about:
In 1933, I traveled to Lausanne and Geneva for the fifteenth session of the League of Nations. There, sitting in the hotel garden, was Dr. Joseph Goebbels, Hitler’s minister of propaganda. He smiles, but not at me. He was looking at someone to my left… . Suddenly he spotted me and I snapped him. His expression changed. Here are the eyes of hate. Was I an enemy? Behind him is his private secretary, Walter Naumann, with the goatee, and Hitler’s interpreter, Dr. Paul Schmidt… . I have been asked how I felt photographing these men. Naturally, not so good, but when I have a camera in my hand I know no fear.”
I’ve finally come to terms that I’m a workaholic single mom history junkie and I’m okay with this.
My trip to Vegas this October is all booked and finalized. Yessss.
If you buy books, buy hardcover when possible. The reasoning for this is simple, when an idiot who bothers you while reading (because the cunt thinks you have nothing better to do), simply bludgeon their infantile head in. Then repeat because you have their schweinhund blood all over your book.