Observing German(s)…

But then again, anything that has to do with touchingly romantic notions about revolutionaries “toppling the German state” in the 70’s and 80’s when their parents had their chance but failed to do so in the 30’s and 40’s is always big medicine here. This kind of stuff sells wie warme Semmeln (like warm rolls, as in hot cakes), at least with the German 68er crowd.

And that’s what it’s all about here again, again and again. The psychological need for Germans to compensate for something they can’t compensate for, the childish wish for the next utopia that never came and never will and, of course, the burning desire to make lots of money with a film like this.

Hollywood will love it, too. Especially today, I find, in this day and age of ours. This type of timeless study is right on the money, so-to-speak. Now, more than ever, we need to understand how terrorists think, how they feel, realize what motivates them and then empathize with them. Before they, well, ride off into the sunset, I mean.

“Mehr Heldenverehrung geht nicht.”

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Das Dumme ist nur (but the dumb thing is), now it turns out that one of
the GDR exhibitionists who opened the place was an actual Stasi
informant himself. His buddy was less than amused upon hearing this,
had a Scheiße fit, angrily ripped off the guy’s medals and listening
devices and then fired his silly red-cheeked ass on the spot.

Some people. Like where’s your sense of humor now Mr. Barkeeper?
I bet you’re real proud of yourself. Your comrade, I mean buddy is now
out on his own on the street all alone im Westen (in the West) with
nowhere to go but down. Actually up, come to think about it, but that’s
not the point here. Jeez, it’s not like this guy ever informed on you or
anything back then, you know. Oh. Oh, really? I had no idea. Well that’s
different.

“Ich habe es aus Überzeugung gemacht.“

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Some welfare charlatan called “Teneriffa-Peter” (his last name must have been just too hard to pronounce) was cashing in at the Sozialamt back home in Germany for years while living it up in a villa down south in Tenerife. This is outrageous and unacceptable and, uh, un-German or something, of course.

“Thinking socially” has a long tradition and is big medicine in Germany, you see. That’s why anti-social thinking and fraud has become such a popular Volkssport (national pastime) here, I assume (Germans are fundamentally schizophrenic, you know). And that’s why shows like this get such good ratings. Or at least I assume they must. I wouldn’t know, haven’t got the numbers or checked this one out yet.

Of course, now that I think of it, snitching on people and witch hunts have quite a long tradition and is big medicine in Germany, too. Maybe that has more to do with the good ratings, should there be any. Just a thought.

Anyway, the real problem here, I think, is thinking that social welfare systems can ever be fair somehow, mercilessly or otherwise. If they can be abused, and they can all be abused, they will be. I can’t help but think that they get abused the best here, though. But here I go running my mouth off being anti-social again.

War das schon wieder gnadenlos Ungerecht von mir?

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Other than all the disgusting violence, I mean (I can’t stand these
Tarantino movies). And who cares if we will all have to endure
Tom Cruise speaking with a German accent while playing a
German character among other Germans in Germany. We
would have to endure his reallife non-accent otherwise.

The only really offensive thing might be the unabated fascination
everybody still has with Nazi Germany, and its inevitable
association with the Germany of today. But hey, I guess a
German Batman wouldn’t work, either.

Wir (alle) haben es wohl nicht anders verdient.

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They’re all doped, you know.

Das nenne ich sportlich.

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