13 October—Certainly, 44th District Republican State Representative Anne Dauphinais of Killingly (which, for those many Litchfield County people who may not know anything about the far side of the Connecticut River, relaxes in the state’s aptly named Quiet Corner, smack on the Rhode Island border) may have gone a little too far a couple of days ago in comparing Gov. Ned Lamont to Adolf Hitler just because of Lamont’s vaccine mandate for state employees, which the outspoken representative likened to concentration camps.

I’ve called our beloved gubernatorial autocrat “King Ned,” after all, and noted, in The present and future king, that “not since the United States declared independence from Great Britain and King George III has our country experienced a ruler on the throne as long as King Ned Lamont, Connecticut’s former governor.” And, as everybody knows, I never go too far. Well, hardly ever. Read on.

While Rep. Dauphinais might well consider tempering her remarks, she nevertheless deserves some credit for refusing to apologize. Not only does she quite obviously have the courage to stick to her guns in the face of adversity, but it’s entirely possible that even vaccinated people can carry and pass along the dreaded novel coronavirus; it’s not unlikely that the various tests for the virus may not be all that accurate, either positively or negatively; and the effectiveness of the masks worn by most people is more anecdotal than statistical. So what?

So Good King Ned is threatening to fire and actually is firing recalcitrant state employees (but only probationers so far, newbies who don’t yet have the unions behind them) first and foremost as a show of his absolute power because that’s what kings and dictators do. Henry VIII did it. Hitler did it. Ned’s doing it. On the other hand, wouldn’t it be nice if His Majesty exercised his virtually unlimited imperial power in ways to benefit Connecticut’s hard-pressed taxpayers rather than the unions to whom he kowtows in spite of everything he keeps telling us?

In further defense of Rep. Dauphinais, Adolf Hitler—although an undeniably horrible person by any stretch of the imagination—unlike Donald Trump, wasn’t all bad. He liked dogs and often slept with Blondi, the German Shepherd bitch Martin Bormann (Hitler’s private secretary) had given him. We won’t speculate on what Wolf (which is what very close friends called Hitler) and Blondi did in bed.

And Wolf could be quite considerate. It seems that his girlfriend (and wife for her 40 last hours), Eva Braun, didn’t much like Blondi. Or sleeping with Wolf, apparently. (Maybe they both shed.) So he was nice enough to give her two Scotties, Negus and Katuschka (nicknamed Stasi, for some reason, which name the post-war communist East German security service, Staatssicherheitsdienst, adopted as its acronym). Eva loved her Scotties, which is quite understandable. And Scotties don’t shed.

Sad to say, Hitler, having lost trust in Heinrich Himmler, tested one of the cyanide suicide capsules the SS boss had given him on Blondi, who had recently whelped. It worked. Not that it would have made any difference, because Wolf had intended to have her killed anyway, just to keep her out of the hands of scumbag Joe Stalin’s Soviets. It’s reported that Wolf was inconsolable upon Blondi’s death. We know the feeling.

It was reported in 2005 by a nurse who had been present in the Führerbunker at the bitter end that Blondi’s death affected the people in the bunker more than Eva Braun Hitler’s suicide, which Eva probably wasn’t too happy about either. Had she not been suicided [sic], it’s not unlikely Eva would have received minimal, if any, punishment at the Nuremberg trials.

And the day after the Führerbunker suicides, innocent little Negus and Stasi were shot by Hitler’s dog handler, along with some other dogs, including his own dachshund. All the dogs certainly deserved better . . .