What a day.
Yep. That one delusional madman we’ve all come to know and despise as Adolph Hitler, would have been 121 today. Something tells me that had he lived into the age of modern medicine, he would have worked tirelessly to transplant his brain into the body of a young, healthy, blonde-haired, blue eyed male.
If I offend some of you Hitler disciples, I cannot apologize–but I’ll do my best not to revel in it. And as an FYI, if you didn’t know, you’ll know now–he jacked the swastika, just as he did the wonderful nation of Germany.
What goes well with a Hitler birthday party? No–other than Eva Braun!? Dirty lightning. How’d you guess?
Have you seen this stuff? Blasting out of Eyjafjallajökull? Better yet, have you attempted to say the name of the Icelandic volcano? Mount St. Helens is certainly easier to spit out, verbally. Regardless, one thing that most volcanoes have in common is their knack for spitting out static electricity–spit built to the point of lightning.
Heat, pressure and volcanic ash pumping at a face-melting velocity (seriously), creates a phenomenon that many meteorologists refer to as dirty lightning, or a dirty thunderstorm. These volcanic lightning strikes are straight out of a Michael Bay movie; yet, as they like to say at Whole Foods, they’re all natural and organic. It’s just nature boasting some of its awesome power.
Here’s a link to several wicked photos of a dirty thunderstorm – MSNBC.
…and to proof that Hitler was creepy, even as a baby.