But all of that changed.
Why?
Because THE BLACKHAWKS WON THE STANLEY CUP, that's why!
Thanks to rcs, for sticking a Chelsea Dagger in-between Hitler's ribs.
A Blog About Hitler Getting Punched.


And, yes, it's all right.


Thanks to Robin, whose Meats and Treats was the single greatest food cartoon blog of 2009.
And if you want to show off your Hitler Punching skills, submit some original art to HitlerPuncher AT gmail DOT com. And, like Robin, you might just get some of these:

HAPPY HITLER SUICIDE DAY!
CELEBRATE RESPONSIBLY!
Both rcs and thealibear submitted versions of the second pic ages ago that I misplaced. I found the first one while looking for the second. And decided to give you both.
Hitler eats temporally tangential lead in FantasticFour #292, by John Byrne and Al Gordon.
Thanks to Olaf.

There once was a man from Braunau am InnWhich is the first time anyone has written a non-dirty limerick about me. Thanks!
Whose vision of the world was quite grim
Old Wolt made this site
So we can swing day & night
And punch Adolph's mug at our whim!
Time ToThanks to Gene Mayes for the erudite Hitler Punchery.
I am made of shellfish tick tock tick
He encounter globe make gesture
Come at swingin', come at swingin'
I sit in one of the dives on
Firebomb jag, write them as are
Give Adolf the rough end of the stick
The swift rendering unto, the hot house
There may, four candles grouped, as is,
With Elmer Fudd in Warsaw Ghetto
This Count Basie Orchestral Maneuvers in
The thee the thou the wendigo blues
Lightly brown a pound of ground
Take a number, punch that Shitler
Sometimes it happens that an image
Is not forthcoming, so come at him
Swinging

Cold Soup in the BathroomThanks again, Gene! Here's your Fun Bucks. And remember: Hitler Punching is for everyone! Send your examples, in whatever medium you choose, to HitlerPuncher AT gmail DOT com.
They often wander for the wandering
The old prizefighters; Henry screwed the day
And nightly scissored his canned brown bread
Why not chase the moondog? Hitler creeping
All lyrical abstractions correct and accounted
For lying still and sleeping, Daffy Duck
And hollowpoint rounds--Hitler saw and ducked
The first punch, the second, not third
The hard bread breath of, the sticky lights of, of
Mussolini hidden with hardboiled eggs in aspic
Jiggling, Hitler crying now, bloodied and
Vaguer stuff can still decide the day, Henry screwed the day
And nightly punched the Führer they called him
They often wander for the wandering, dog moons
And nicer stuff, ducked or lying under gelatin cover
Punch him harder
It's a dog's world
