Brainwashed all your life to think you wouldn’t be happiest as the mother of Nazi monsters. I feel sorry for you. If you’re ready to accept the fact that you’re able to be loved optimally when you’re humble enough to be a womb for Nazi monsters then maybe I’ll give you the time of day. You can only be beautiful when you reject the merchants and rabble. Maybe your womb was made to carry Nazi monsters? What if that’s the only way you could be happy?