What you see below is a leaflet the British dropped over Germany in 1943, when the tide of war had turned. Kraft durch Freude means “Strength through Joy.” It was a slogan used by the Nazi-run labor organization that extracted mandatory deductions from workers’ pay as well as pushed for various morale-building activities for them, among them, an affordable car, seen in the photo — what would become the Volkswagen.

Communist Kamala Harris is Running on Strength Through Joy Including Giving Away Freebies

Geez, wonder who else came into power with the same propaganda, Oh right that was the Nazis.

‘Kraft durch Freude!’
(‘Strength through Joy!’)

The ‘Kraft durch Freude!’ (KdF) programme was… pic.twitter.com/Z7ix9BpRbB

— Andrea Shaffer, Employment/Labor Law (@Andreafreedom76) August 26, 2024

The Brits contrasted the upbeat slogan and the picture of the joyous fuehrer with the grisly reality for German soldiers in Africa, where more than a quarter-million of them were killed or captured as the Brits and Americans together drove them out. Perhaps, the Allies hoped, seeing the hellish reality might spark a flame of resistance against the Nazi horror. (READ MORE: When It Comes to Israel, These People Are Idiots)

Strangely, the Dem campaign is now using this slogan of strength through joy — or perhaps predictably, given its commitment to being unburdened by the past. Though the strength has disappeared, the emphasis on joy was everywhere in Chicago and in the Dems’ vast national echo chamber.

The Worst of Humanity Wants Us to Take Part in Deviltries

But it doesn’t take much reminding to know that the worst of humanity very much wants us to feel joy in being part of their deviltries. The goal that was achieved in 1984 was not that Winston Smith complied with the Party; but that, by the last line of the book, he loved Big Brother. Then the horror was complete.

If we need any reminder of horror, the Gollum force of the Hamas Left has been out in the streets in Chicago — though the legacy media are doing a fine job of diverting attention from them. The Dems want the votes of these people and see no point in standing unequivocally against the apocalyptic horror they advocate. Heavens no! Just a tip of the hat to keep most of the country on board, and then a “But on the other hand” about a city that polls show still approves of Hamas orgy of violence.

As Ivy League professors might tell you, morality is just a power game, and it’s a game the Dems intend to win. Lip service may be given as a sort of distracting feint, but that’s not where their mind is or what heart they have left. They see little prudential interest in combating the sadistic, perverse evil that is both the goal and the method of Hamas and its fellows in Beirut, Sanaa, and Tehran.

A Man on a Mission to Convey the Horrors of Oct. 7

Douglas Murray, bless his soul, has the courage and the moral credibility so lacking in the panorama of pretense unfolding in the United Center. He was talking this week with Jordan Peterson about his upcoming speaking tour in America during which he means to convey the horror of Hamas’ Oct. 7 onslaught of atrocities.

Murray went to Israel immediately after that onslaught and remained there for about half a year, following up every aspect of the horror that he could find. He believes we have indulged in a childish and unsustainable unseriousness about the nature of the forces that were unleashed then and which threaten us now. He is ready to risk the anger that comes from showing people the terrifying things they wish to avoid in the hope that if we are spurred to grow up and find courage, we may avoid the greater horrors that are being planned. (READ MORE: The Democrat Party is a Cult)

One such horror he shared in this talk. He saw a video that the attackers had made — one of many in which they were proud, happy, and joyful about what they were doing, and wanted to record and celebrate the joy of being unconstrained by what went before.

And what were they doing that produced their joy?

Murray described a home in the south of Israel in a village that was completely taken over by the Hamas invaders. The father and two of the children, two boys, had taken shelter in the safe room that was built into all the homes there.

Hamas had spied the homes out. They knew where these rooms were. They went for it and tossed a hand grenade into it. The father threw himself on the grenade to save his sons and was killed. The boys saw their father blown apart and were themselves badly hurt, the one losing an ear, the other an eye.

Murray said:

And they were staggering around the main room of their house, weeping and wailing in the most unforgettable, awful, awful way. And one of the terrorists came in and who had just killed their father in front of them, came in and opened the fridge and helped himself to the food. And the youngest of the boys in total trauma said, “that’s my mother’s food.”

And the terrorist turned to him and said, where’s your mother? I want her too.

It matters a great deal what our joy comes from — a difference as great as that separating heaven from hell.

It Matters Where Our Joy Comes From

We learned from Obama that what we hoped for and what kind of change made a difference as well. In an administration whose effect was to make America hate again, we learned a lesson about lovely large words that admitted many parsings. It matters what kind of change we hope for.

It also matters a great deal where our joy comes from. For the face of evil today — the evil accorded astonishing deference by the self-styled defenders of democracy — is a happy face. It rejoices in the hurt in causes and accepts no boundaries; they will unburden themselves from the least bit of civilized behavior, of the slightest nod to decency and human feeling, in pursuit of the joy of causing the most excruciating pain even to little children.

This carries no weight with the weightless. Unburdened by any gravity of any sort, Kamala’s balloon seeks to traverse this country like the balloon sent from Tim Walz’s favorite vacationland that Kamala and Joe watched as it unhurriedly spied out the length of our country unmolested. It’s all about power and to hell with civilization. (Or maybe there was a real estate grift, and the Chi Coms were just scouting out some more farmland near our air bases, and someone would get a nice percentage.)

“Who cares?” shrieked the girl who came unhinged at the Watts Acid test in 1965 in LA. California is as crazy as ever, and the Dems think that is what America needs now. They are ready to package it to sell. Perhaps break out the Beethoven’s Tenth again, with Ringo pacifying the tiger. Help!

But only the soulless, the monsters, and those joy-riding with them could find joy in where Kamala and Tim would take us, given the chance.

Douglas Murray thinks that we still have a soul and that it can be stirred to courage yet. We need to prove him right.