The worst to ever do it.

Happy trails, Brian Snitker.

“I can smell colors, man!”

I know it was edited after the fact, but reading along month-by-month as the ground shifts beneath Shirer's feet is jarringly familiar. The little creeps and weirdos that a few pages later become Obergruppenführer. The asides about how the French and English would never give in on the Sudeten...