Why I Do Not Understand Twentieth Century Politics

"I'm feeling kinda Hitlerey".  A diaper clad Baby Huey delivers the line, onstage, to a cheering Nuremberg.  The salutes start.  Seig Heil!, the spectators shout in unison as the scene fades to black and white.  Two mortified parents look on as their offspring, never the funniest of the Saturday Morning Cartoons, or truth be told, never among the B list, screams in German.  He has found his apotheosis.  Silence. The crowds disappear.  "I'm feeling kind of Hitlery" he pouts.  Bombs explode above his cold bunker.  He puts the pistol in his mouth.