"No. No, and it's nothing to do with abhorring child death. Children are selfish, whining, smelling, self-soiling, infinitely needy little shells of humanity. I guarantee the child Adolf Hitler would not woo me with his cuteness or tiny mustache. I'd leave Hitler alive because I know we can beat him. He takes his advantages and commits his atrocities, but eventually he mismanages his militaries, undervalues the Americas, and shoots himself in despair. It is only briefly tempting to throttle the infant Hitler and prevent a Third Reich, a second World War, and the invention of the word "genocide." But the Europe you leave without Hitler is still a Europe bitterly anti-Semitic, economically ravaged, and endlessly bellicose. Looking at the child playing and finger-painting, you are forced to realize he does not take advantage of history. He was an agent. World War I hasn't even happened yet and you think you'll leave the world a sunnier place. I fear that a more cunning person or politic will fill the Adolf Hitler-shaped void in history. The replacement will come from the same underground discontent, and the same well of hatemongering crackpots who would slaughter and unify. What you're gambling upon isn't even that they'd seize power. It's that they won't have more progressive military plans, that they won't capitalize on the nuclear bomb before the U.S., and that they won't start the Final Solution earlier. You are gambling that what replaces this child will be something we defeat. As much as I grieve for what he grows up to set in motion, I can't trust the motion to tend itself."