As the whole world knows, His Majesty Kaiser Wilhelm II of Germany was born on January 27, 1859. It is both my duty and my pleasure to telephone him every year and congratulate him on his birthday. He is, after all, my reporting senior as well as Germany’s last legitimate governor.
I tried to reach him first at the Neues Palais in Potsdam, followed by the old palace in Berlin, then Charlottenburg, and then the Adlon Hotel. The latter proved the right guess. When he picked up the instrument, it was clear he was out of breath.
“Happy birthday, Your Majesty,” I opened. “It sounds as if something has you running around.”
“As usual, it’s not something but someone, namely Bismarck,” His Majesty replied. “He has me running all over town keeping every crowned head in Europe happy while he manipulates them all at his latest conference. As my grandfather said, sometimes it is a hard thing, being Kaiser under Bismarck.”
“That sounds like Bismarck all right,” I ventured. “But his goal is usually to keep the peace, and he was rather good at it. If only he’d been there in 1914, the Christian West might not have committed suicide.”
“If only, indeed,” His Majesty said. “As you know, I neither wanted war nor expected war that fateful summer, and once I realized all Europe was heading down that road, I did my utmost to stop it. I ordered the pack of fools in my foreign office to telegraph Vienna and tell them to take Belgrade and then stop. But the telegram was never sent. The German foreign office without Bismarck has done the Fatherland more damage than the French and British put together.”
“Very true, Your Majesty,” I replied. “May I ask the subject of Bismarck’s latest Congress of Berlin?”
“It’s the North American problem,” the Kaiser said. “It’s the year 2120 here now, and the Powers have decided we have to intervene. The question is who gets what. It’s not a reward, I promise you. It’s a damned bloody mess that will cost us all plenty to fix.”
“I regret to say that does not surprise me,” I responded. “I assume the United States is gone, and what remains is essentially what Columbus found: tribes and tribal warfare.”
“Exactly,” His Majesty said. “We have to civilize the place all over again.” But it’s even worse than you expected.”
“I am hesitant to ask how,” I said with trepidation.
“Well, for one thing, there are no blacks and no Jews left.”
“Oh God, not another Holocaust,” I replied, shocked.
“No, fortunately, not that bad, but it was bad enough. The one thing consistent among all the tribes is that blacks and Jews were given a choice: exile or sterilization. Most chose the former. The blacks went to Africa, where they have actually done a great deal of good, for themselves and for the dark continent. By African standards, American blacks were competent and efficient. They have brought order and economic development, including in German East Africa, where they were very welcome. As you know, my army had black soldiers there, and they were among my very best. The Allies never beat them. And here in Imperial Germany, the Jews were also welcome, as they were in my time. I had a number of close Jewish friends, such as Herr Ballin, head of the HAPAG shipping line, the largest in the world. I stayed at his home in Hamburg five or six times every year. He was so loyal to the monarchy that when it fell in November of 1918, he killed himself.”
“But Your Majesty, I cannot imagine such a thing happening in North America,” I said. “Why, how–I don’t understand.”
“It was in some ways similar to what happened in Germany after your moronic President Wilson demanded an end to the German monarchy. I would never have permitted a government policy of anti-Semitism. But the Weimar Republic was weak, and you know what happened after that. Why and how did it happen? In five years, from 1914 to 1919, the German people underwent a terrible shock. In Germany in 1914, everything was going well and the future looked bright. By 1919, there was no future, just death, poverty, and humiliation. The same thing happened in the United States early in the 21st century when world-wide debt crisis hit. There was no future any longer, just misery and dissolution. Someone had to be blamed, and in your case it was the Jews and blacks.”
“But why them?” I asked. “Why not the politicians who spent us into bankruptcy and the cultural Marxists who wrecked our society?”
“Well, the blacks were blamed because everyone saw them as ‘takers’, people who relied on welfare and who were always committing crimes. In truth, the black crime rate in early 21st century America was twelve times the white race. Most of the victims were also black, and most blacks just wanted to lead normal lives. But their ‘leaders’ needed to keep them ‘victims’ to maintain their own power. With the Jews, as in Germany, most American Jews were assimilated, patriotic citizens who paid their taxes and fought for their country. But it was also true that the hard Left was disproportionately Jewish in both places. When a country falls apart in a short time, people are too angry to be fair or just. They want someone to blame, and they want to kill. It was only because some courageous people on the Right fought it that North America did not see a twin Holocaust. At least the Jews and blacks could get out.”
“Your Majesty, is there any way for us to avoid this grim fate?” I asked, still in something of a state of shock.
“Yes, if people will get serious,” the Kaiser said. “Donald Trump showed that someone from outside the Establishment could be elected President. He was not himself the man to bring about fiscal sanity and cultural renewal. If you can find someone like him but more serious, more grounded intellectually and morally, I think your country might still have a chance.”
“But now I must go. I’ve just been told that good King George III has agreed to take New England back, and martyred King Louis XVI said France will take the South. His Most Catholic Majesty King Philip II has accepted the burden of the American West for Spain. The Inquisition will have fun in Las Vegas. Yes, yes, Otto I’m coming. . .”
And so Bismarck saved the day again. What a pity he had to do so.