I'll bet it felt really cool and transgressive to use kike shekels to acquire a Hitler watercolor and defile it with a childishly amateur rainbow. It probably took some of the sting off of being such a crap artist that you would have starved to death if it wasn't for your family's endless swindle.
What you don't know, kike, is that it doesn't mean anything to us what you've done. I know you can't understand that, and you think I'm lying the way the typical Jew does, so I'll explain:
To a heartless, spiritually dead Jew, this world is all there is. You savages were the only race in history to formulate a religion that had dietary laws and a dress code, but zero concept of the afterlife. Your pygmy imaginations aren't up to the challenge of fair contest, and to you the world is only a set of objects. This is why you love treasure inordinately – piling up money and rolling in it like swine is the highest pleasure you can imagine. That is what spiritual death feels like from the inside, soulless thirsting for ever more possessions, as if there could be nothing more important than ivory back scratchers and gold-plated dildos.
You have spent over a thousand years moving among Europeans. You listened with envious ears to our hymns, which you could only reproduce as guttural yelps and grunts, every line punctuated by the pure filth in your hearts, like you do now when you write rap music. It was with envious eyes that you watched our development of high art. The best you could ever manage was primitive scrawl with lots of penis/butthole/scat depictions, because that is what you think about all the time. You never matched our science, so you made up lies about Oedipal complexes and potty training neuroses, because that is what's inside your sick heads. You learned our languages and read our poetry with envious glances, but all you could produce was degenerate sleaze like Howl.
Above all, you envied the whites' contact with divinity. You've defined yourselves by the hustle you have about your contract with G_d, but when you saw Europeans actually expressing faith in God, speaking with him, seeming to be genuinely inspired by our spark of the divine, you swore to your grandchildren you would punish and degrade us, and if possible drive us extinct. Trying to degrade all our good works – with modern art, modern music, modern religion, and so on – is a tactic in that silent war.
But you will fail. You've already failed, really. This Hitler painting is only an object. It is made of wood and canvas, with a bit of paint daubed on its face. To a spiritually dead Jewess, that's all there is in Creation; dead matter. Defile it, and you have defiled him. In your imagination, you have summoned him from Sheol and tortured his soul, because you had money and could buy a thing identified as his.
To an awake white man, however, that thing you paid for and broke is only crude matter. The essence of the art was the spirit that went into it, and its legacy is how it connected with us, the only audience Hitler ever cared to impress. He reached us with his art, and more with his great words about (((you))) and your kind, and that is the legacy that matters. Your infantile effort is for nothing. Burn every watercolor he ever made; his spirit still rises from the grave, to a realm of Caucasian Barbelo that you heebs know is closed against you for all time, and the soul of the thing lives on in us, forever.
Your race, on the other hand, doesn't exactly have "forever", does it now? I wonder what our people will paint on your baubles when you're ashes drifting over the ocean.