Mr. Schicklgruber, I hope that I have proven to you that you are wasting a lot of Reich Marks on your futile propaganda. Do you think that you are really made the people of Germany believe that their wretched life is paradise? Do you believe that you have made the people of England and America believe that the heaven of freedom that they enjoy is actually a hell?

Yes, we laugh at your propaganda now. Remember when your Mr. Hess landed here? Poor Doctor Goebbels was in a spot. How could he explain that one away? But he thought of something. He told the world that Hess had come here to save humanity. You and I know better than that, Mr. S... We know that Hess didn't come here to save humanity, he came here to see humanity. Lies haven't worked, Mr. S... Poor little "Gabby," he has made so many mistakes. And so have you, Mr. S... Your greatest mistake was to wake the dead here in England. When you bombed Plymouth, Francis Drake came out of his legendary past to live once more in the city from which he so often sailed. Remember his song, Mr. S...?

"Take my drum to England, hang et by the shore,
Strike et when your powder's runnin' low;
If the Dons sight Devon, I'll quit the port o' Heaven,
An' drum them up the Channel as we drummed them long ago."

And when slap-happy Hermann's futile fusiliers bomb and machine gun light ships, do you think then that Nelson slept? Once more Nelson aroused, and today his spirit rides the bridge of every ship that flies the British flag. It is dangerous to wake the dead, Mr. S... Do you think then, that Wellington slumbers in his grave, or that Allenby sleeps? Old soldiers never die, Mr. S...

Do you notice that thousands of naval officers wear their caps at a jaunty angle, half covering one eye? You know then that Beatty, the hero of Jutland, still lives. It is dangerous to awake the dead. Their spirits slip easily from their shrouds to walk the streets of Britain. They live again in the hearts of men, and they know that they did not die in vain. They know that this island is as unassailable as truth. These gallant ghosts of the past know that they will be joined soon by thousands of their countrymen, by men and women who are alive tonight.

But who on this island fears death, if he may then walk with Drake, and Nelson, and Beatty, and the other immortals? It is dangerous to awake the dead. That's all, Mr. S...

Yet one more word. Do you think for a moment that a man bearing the name of Winston churchill will ever bend his knee to anyone named Schicklgruber? Really Mr S...? Really? Good night.