dropshadow

It is a well known fact that Hitler, having survived his suicide in 1945, and with the use of a time machine, went forward in time to the year 1961. He settled under an assumed name (it was a name that one assumed only Hitler would use) in Panama and wrote 2 books: Charles de Gaulle Was A Jerk, and The Tooth of Little Big Horn. Seeing as, if people knew he was alive (he shaved off that Charlie Chaplin rip-off moustache), he would have been the most wanted man in world, he decided to use the name Gore Vidal when he published the books. This was, after all, a name that no one assumed Hitler would use.

When the real Gore Vidal, living somewhere in America at the time, heard about the whole publishing deal, he was none to pleased. He shook his fist and said, "why I ought to!"
"Ought to what?" Asked Norman Mailer, who just so happened to be in ol' Gore's office at that exact moment.
"Ought to do something about that, I suppose."

So they went and did something about it.
They travelled to St. Louis and found William S. Burroughs building a fine collection of Eukodol cartons. They made him an offer. Norm said, "Bill, we need your shooting expertise to ice this Hitler fellow."
"I don't know, boys," said Bill.
"Come on, just a little pistol shooting. You whacked your old lady. And she got you out of the clink once, didn't she? What did this Hitler character ever do for you?"
"I suppose"
"Suppose?!"
"Okay, fine. I'll do it."
So they all went and eighty-sixed Hitler. End of story.

"American Writers at Work"

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"!Hitler Had A Time Machine!"