Stormfront Literature II: ‘What Did You Do In The War, Daddy?’

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Time for another look at the talented white supremacists at Stormfront. In the second installment of Stormfront Literature, we have Anglezark’s poem “What Did You Do In The War, Daddy?” — which, I guess, is an attempt to guilt-trip people into worrying about the race war these boneheads are gearing up for.

Here we go:

“What did you do in the war, Daddy?
The war to save our race.
Come on, please tell me true, Daddy,
I’m sure it’s no disgrace.

Did you march with your white brothers Daddy,
Did you hold our banner high,
Or did you just sit at home,
And watch your country die?

Did you take to the streets, Daddy,
When right was on your side,
Or did you think of your own skin,
And run away and hide?

Sorry, kid, Daddy sat around complaining about the Jews on Stormfront, it was a very boring war.

When you saw jobs for ‘aliens only’, Daddy,
Did you shout loud in protest?
Or did you keep your silence,
Just like all the rest?

Oh shit, aliens invaded too? I take it all back, this is awesome. I’d say he should’ve asked Will Smith for help but…

When the union bullies told you, Daddy,
Not to vote for our men,
Did you tell them all to go to Hell,
And not come back again?

Did you speak out for truth, Daddy,
And did you spread the word?
Or did you live in fear, Daddy,
To let your voice be heard?

Please tell me what you did, Daddy,
I’ve often wondered who
Could see the white race overrun
And why we are so few.”

…what kid talks like this?

“You need not feel ashamed, my son,
Because I had a dream
To open up my kinfolk’s eyes
To Zog’s infernal scheme.

Yeah, Daddy used to rant about ZOG after hitting the bottle particularly hard.

But when I spoke, they turned away
And closed up their ears.
I couldn’t make them understand
The reason for my fears.

And when we marched, we were so few,
Just fifty men and me.
The others stayed at home in fear
And watched it on TV.

In fairness, the others were catching up on episodes of Black-ish.

I’m proud to say I played a part
And say that I fought well.
That’s why I lost my livelihood
And wound up in a cell.

And that, son, is how Daddy went to prison. Sweet dreams!

The reason that we lost, my son,
Was not that we weren’t brave,
But that the ones we battled for
Weren’t worth our while to save.”

So they thought you were a bunch of paranoid wingnuts with swastika tattoos and shaved heads? Imagine that.