<<So Hitlers advisors were basicly right.>>
They were and they weren't. It was all about reputation only, so even if they had been 100% right on reputation, nobody really gives a shit any more. Countries don't give a shit about reputation. I don't think Hitler's advisers (the ones who counseled against the Holocaust) had any inkling of the coming avalanche of information overload that was about to engulf the West fifty years after the war. Nobody knows what happened ten years ago, let alone what happened in WWII.
<<Forgiveness or forgetfullness happens when there is good diplomatic reason for it.>>
Forgiveness happens with the passage of time, after all the victims die off. My kids don't give a shit about Germany (which I guess is as it should be, my wife and I never tried to implant hatred of anyone in their hearts) but I'll hate the fucking bastards as long as I live. Not the individual German, but the country, the idea of Germany, the people they were. It's personal. I'll never forget the middle-aged Europeans we met who told us how we were the same age as their son or daughter would have been. One couple had a grocery store near our first apartment, and their daughter would have been the same age as my wife. It was heart-breaking. But even that hatred is weakening as time goes on. We moved away, Heidi (the mother) passed away, we just don't think about it that much.
<<The Twentyeth Century saw geonicide in several places that we don't commonly remember , but we excoriate the perpetrators who afterward lost the power to cover the crime , or the diplomatic clout to brazen it out..
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We excoriate. Good word. We excoriate. They don't feel a thing, but we feel good excoriating. We don't have the power to punish but we sure as hell have the power to excoriate. Words, words, words, just streaming off the keyboard. It's cathartic, makes us feel a little better for shooting our mouths off, but the perpetrators are laughing even as we are excoriating. They know that they have killed, and they also know that we never can, that we are just pounding our keyboards in impotent rage. That's gotta be funny to them.