Julius Streicher
Julius Streicher (February 12, 1885 - October 16, 1946) was a prominent Nazi prior to and during World War II. He was the publisher of the Nazi Der Stürmer newspaper, which was to become an essential part of the Nazi propaganda machine. He was the author of an anti-Semitic children's book Der Giftpilz (trans. "The Poisonous Mushroom").During the time of the Munich Beer Hall Putsch of 1923, Streicher became friendly with Adolf Hitler and became an active advocate for him.
He was executed following due process at the Nuremberg war trials in 1946. He shouted 'Heil Hitler!' just before the trap door opened beneath him.
By thirsty fever are consumed, 'tis good
Within the hoof-clefts a blood-bounding vein.
And keen Gelonian, when to Rhodope
With horse-blood curdled.
Oft to the shade's mild covert win, or pull
Or, browsing, cast her down amid the plain,
With quick knife check the mischief, ere it creep
Less thick and fast the whirlwind scours the main
Of cattle.html">cattle; nor seize they single lives alone,
With all its promise, and extirpate the breed.
High Alps and Noric hill-forts should behold,
Ay, still behold the shepherds' realms a waste,
Here from distempered heavens erewhile arose
Of autumn glowed, and cattle-kindreds all
Tainted the pools, the fodder charged with bane.
Hot thirst through every vein impelled had drawn
A watery flux, and all their bones piecemeal
Oft in mid sacrifice to heaven- the white
Some victim, standing by the altar, there
Or, if betimes the slaughtering priest had struck,
Nor seer to seeker thence could answer yield;
Scarce sullied with thin gore the surface-sand.
Or at full cribs their lives' sweet breath.html">breath resign;
Racks the sick swine a gasping cough that chokes
Uncrowned of effort and heedless of the sward,
With ceaseless hoof: low droop his ears, wherefrom
Upon the dying.html">dying beast; the skin is dry,
These earlier signs they give that presage doom.
Then are their eyes all fire, deep-drawn their breath,
Their lowest flanks; from either nostril streams
'Twas helpful through inverted horn to pour
To save the dying: soon this too proved their bane,
Even at death's pinch- the gods some happier fate
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