Von Trier is a nazi.
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I think Nazis are despicable creatures. Really, I do. Utterly despicable. I think we should force Nazis to wear armbands or something with a sign on, that clearly and unequivocally identifies them publicly for the repulsive little shits they are. They should be made to march around the town square in formation while everyone throws their hands up in the air in disgust. Honestly, murder is too good for them, they should be peeled and sautéed in butter, then sprinkled with rosemary and set aside while we prepare the joint. A good rub with mustard and pricked liberally about the surface with cloves, then set aside while we focus on to the liquor-soaked au pairs, thoroughly skewered in a Bentley coupé with a duet of red faced yahoos, straight over the central reservation and smack all over the table top. Jack wasted no time in hoovering that lot up, and Penny called her mother to explain.
Later that day a mechanic noticed a blood soaked bone protruding from the radiator grill, and called the police. He wanted to think it was just an animal that the car had hit. A dear perhaps, but a sickening feeling in his gut told him it was much more sinister than this. Something told him this was somehow connected with the disappearance of Frau Gruber.
Herr Rentzen admired himself in the glassy reflection of the pool, then put on his hat and left for the afternoon. It had been a great success, and it was time he shared his secret with his peers and rivals at the conservatory club. He decided to walk, as it was a warm summer's evening and he did so enjoy the feeling of bats flapping manically about his face at dusk.
The bats had other plans, sneaking westwards on a trio of crude self made millionaires, they made their escape by tunneling underneath a half-decent disaster movie and then going for ice cream at a Turkish café near the omnibus.
Pat got the shock of her life, and poor old Dorothy was never the same again. The nazis had scored another goal and life was about to become far far removed from the refectory pantry, for fear it could turn the milk sour.