IT’S NOT WORKING, more will be needed. The revelations concerning Kim Dotcom’s purchase of a signed first edition of Mein Kampf have failed to produce the desired effect. In spite of a significant number of New Zealand’s leading journalists availing themselves of the opportunity provided by the Hitler connection to smear Dotcom’s character, much of the public remains unconvinced. Perhaps, as a number of Dotcom’s defenders have suggested, too many New Zealanders have watched the celebrated “Don’t Mention the War” episode of Fawlty Towers?
If so, the deeply cynical attempt to capitalise on Dotcom’s and Hitler’s shared ethnicity will fail – unless, of course, something else appears to clinch the insinuation that Dotcom also shares Hitler’s ideology.
That “something else” is indeed being held in reserve by Dotcom’s enemies was strongly hinted at on Radio New Zealand National this morning (31/3/14) by “leading public affairs strategist”, Matthew Hooton. The well-connected owner of Exceltium Corporate and Public Affairs and prolific political commentator strongly suggested that Cameron Slater, the journalist whose Whaleoil blog has done more than any other media outlet to tarnish Dotcom’s reputation, is in possession of something even more damning than the latter’s possession of a signed first edition of the Fuehrer’s autobiography.
What could be more damning that Hitler’s signature?
That’s easy: incontrovertible evidence that Dotcom is a fervent believer in Hitler’s anti-Semitic ideology. There are some beliefs that cannot be spoken without forfeiting forever one’s right to be received into the company of decent human-beings – and endorsing the Holocaust is one of them. In many European countries denying the historical reality of the Holocaust is a criminal offence. But declaring the Nazi genocide to be no more than the Jews deserved is so much worse. Six million times worse! Such a statement would place the person who made it beyond the pale just about everywhere.
If such a statement could be convincingly attributed to Dotcom, then both he and his Internet Party would be destroyed instantly. All public sympathy for the ebullient German would evaporate and his extradition to the United States would be greeted with a universal “Good Riddance!”
And if such a statement does not exist? Well, just imagine how tempting it would be for Dotcom’s enemies to concoct one.
We have already seen the images of Dotcom wearing an SS stahlhelm – at the behest of one of his friends. That this “friend” conveniently kept a digital record of this moment of foolishness would worry me if I was Dotcom. Indeed, I would be racking my brains to recall any conversations I might have had concerning the Nazis, World War II and the Holocaust that might also have been digitally recorded for future reference by the same or another of my erstwhile “friends” and/or employees.
In vain would Dotcom protest that as a master of the World War II-based Call of Duty video game he had adopted a Nazi persona: that he had been further goaded into accepting the role of the stereotypical SS butcher of European Jewry; and that this anti-Semitic diatribe had been ripped from its woefully injudicious – but still innocent – social context.
In the light of his admitted purchase of a signed copy of Mein Kampf – who would believe him? In the midst of a Force-10 media shit-storm the man wouldn’t stand a chance.
I hasten to point out that all of the above is pure speculation on my part. I have never met Kim Dotcom nor communicated with him in any way. All I am attempting to do is construct a scenario whereby a German-Finnish libertarian Internet entrepreneur with Jewish ancestry and an avowed detestation of all that the Nazis stood for could plausibly end up being presented with himself saying things that will instantly destroy his nascent political party and materially facilitate his extradition to the United States.
I know that someone who wished me ill could very easily record my pub conversations – especially those in which I take on the accents and character of persons and nationalities whose behaviour I wish to satirise. (Last Friday, in a broad Russian accent, I was warning a Finnish friend to watch her step!) On other occasions I have become “Waitakere Man” for the edification and entertainment of my drinking companions. Had someone been running a digital recorder at the time they would have had a field day!
Maybe I’m allowing political paranoia to cloud my judgement. Maybe I’m too prone to entertaining conspiracy theories. But I was there this morning in that little studio at Radio New Zealand’s Auckland headquarters, and I saw the grin on Matthew Hooton’s face when he hinted that Dotcom’s enemies might have more in store.
It was like staring into the mouth of a killer whale.