Andrew Anglin
Daily Stormer
August 30, 2016
Jew Gene Wilder is dead.
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory was okay, I guess. Didn’t really do justice to one of my favorite books by my favorite Jew-hating children’s author, Roald Dahl (Mr. Fox was my personal favorite with James and the Giant Peach being probably objectively the best – read them to your kids!), but it was a helluva lot better than that Johnny Depp disaster.
The rest of his movies were all horrible.
Anyway, I’m glad he’s dead.
Gene Wilder, who regularly stole the show in such comedic gems as “The Producers,” “Blazing Saddles,” “Young Frankenstein,” “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory” and “Stir Crazy,” died Monday at his home in Stamford, Conn. His nephew Jordan Walker-Pearlman said he died of complications from Alzheimer’s disease. He was 83.
His nephew said in a statement, “We understand for all the emotional and physical challenges this situation presented we have been among the lucky ones — this illness-pirate, unlike in so many cases, never stole his ability to recognize those that were closest to him, nor took command of his central-gentle-life affirming core personality. The decision to wait until this time to disclose his condition wasn’t vanity, but more so that the countless young children that would smile or call out to him “there’s Willy Wonka,” would not have to be then exposed to an adult referencing illness or trouble and causing delight to travel to worry, disappointment or confusion. He simply couldn’t bear the idea of one less smile in the world.
He continued to enjoy art, music, and kissing with his leading lady of the last twenty-five years, Karen. He danced down a church aisle at a wedding as parent of the groom and ring bearer, held countless afternoon movie western marathons and delighted in the the company of beloved ones.”