Testament d'Hitler : "Hitler dit Adolphe pour les Naziqués et Dodofe pour les Gretchen de mon ex-Reich de Fridolins...ayant les fesses en capilotade (résultat des coups de pieds au cul cueillis sur tous les fronts d'Europe)..."

Rare and fragile original French satirical leaflet dated August 1944.
Vertical and horizontal folds.
This rare document begins by stating sarcastic titles and last wishes of Adolf Hitler:
“Hitler, known as Adolphe to the Nazis and Dodofe to the Gretchens of my former Reich of Krauts, declares the following:On the verge of vomiting my soul to the devil, afflicted with dysentery accentuating the brown color of the flaps of my shirt, having my buttocks in disarray (the result of the kicks up my arse picked up on all the fronts of Europe)...”
This mock testament, written in August 1944, delivers a sarcastic commentary on the Axis powers' imminent downfall and lists the beneficiaries of Adolf Hitler's “bequests”:
The testament ends with this peremptory statement: “Made at ... on ... August 1944 in full mental, cerebral and physical decomposition. Dodofe Hitler king of the Little Funnies.”
A very rare anti-Nazi leaflet from the final days of World War II.

Cited in Jeanne Grall, Le Calvados dans la guerre, 1939-1945. La vie quotidienne sous l'occupation, 1986.

“To my friend Goering, the deflated fatso, I bequeath the 150 hairs of my mustache so he may fashion himself a toothbrush.To Goebbels, the jester of the troupe, the king of lies and propaganda, I bequeath my chamber pot as a portable microphone... To the unblessed Benito Mussolini, the slithering macaroni, the bal-con [balcony, play on words: 'con' meaning dummy] man, my companion in misfortune, a dark picture of Abyssinia... My book Mein Kampf to be turned into hair curlers for the lone hair still sprouting on his Italian war front [play on words: 'front' meaning forehead].
To my marshals, generals, the aces of Stalingrad, Rome, Paris, I bequeath all the remaining stock of Iron Crosses, forged from the bottoms of sardine cans salvaged in Brittany and Normandy.
To my Wehrmacht, all my crocodile tears, for having been sent flying in every direction across the world...Finally, to Laval, Luchaire, H. Paquis, and all my faithful Franzosen vacationing in Baden-Baden, including the scoundrels who fell for the collaboration trap and lined their pockets with my large opened wallet, I leave all the flags and swastika banners so that they can make pants on the day of the big bath and the general wash.”