Warning: very long post and some over sixteen language. I apologize here for the poor grammar and chaotic content. Let this and other posts on this site stand as an example that paying attention in school is really kind of important.
Yet another rant on living in Germany. Here and here for more. This too will not be published in Der Spiegel.
Please note: I am not a misogynist, although the story here and the post below might cause you to think otherwise. If anything, sadly enough, I am by genetic coding a misanthrope. Beyond that I believe that human beings have been on the wrong path since, oh, let me see, Francis Bacon first coined the phrase “knowledge is power.” There is simply nothing since the paradigm shifting time of Bacon, whether one talks of religion, politics, science or whatever else man can come up with, that in any way addresses the misery of life on this planet. There is only the status quo driven by a one-sided Newtonian train of thought. This so disgusts me that I often get carried away and unfairly discharge my frustration(s) on fellow members of the herd. Fortunately my discharge consists of nothing violent, as I mean no harm. It’s as though everything is so bent and out of shape, so used and abused, that while trapped in a barrel of rotting apples, even I forget why everything that is sour could actually be sweet. Oh, if only there was a man out there who could set me straight. If only most men hadn’t become like women.
When Bourgeois Women Cry Their Tears Sting
Or
Why Do All Divorced Middle Aged German Women Have Sour Puss Faces?
Had an interesting weekend recently. Met up with acquaintances at a German pub in Düsseldorf. It was a casual night of drinking. Lasted till the wee hours. Pounded away “Altbier” as though I hadn’t had any in years – which is about right. As usual, when I drink too much beer I start to take things seriously. Tasting “Altbier” again was a joy and so I drank quite a few. A cordial round table of drinks can become a debate-hall-of-hell and I am more than willing to bare the brunt of flying rotten tomatoes, horse urine or, if any German male is able, a good old fashioned fist fight. But this night seemed, perhaps because of the extended lapse of not drinking in Düsseldorf, to be calm and lacked the slightest incident that could have the wings of a butterfly start a hurricane. I actually kept my tongue through most of the night and didn’t once let out the personal and standardized contempt I have for contemporary German society or the guided-by-the-blind western world in general. Ultimately, I yelled no un-called-for and insulting platitudes to Germans – which I tend to do as long as I don’t exceed a limit of, I don’t know, let’s say, ten or so beers. Seriously. It started out as a good night with the krauts.
Then this woman reared her sour puss face
The rambling and discharge of hate and frustration at being a loser among a world of losers is often a bit much and my relief valve is usually some chump that thinks s/he can hang with me on any intellectual level. Hence, this is why I have no friends and perhaps a reason why I have no job. It’s certainly the reason why I am poor but living among so many of the modern incarnation of bourgeoisie class Germans. Since I’m not a “class” guy, what the hell do I care about that? Well, the night went on and the beer flowed. Before it was over I managed to make a woman of today’s German bourgeois class cry. No great feet, I’ll tell ya. And I did so because I was very angered by her complaining. She was a woman of about forty. She had a son who was twelve. It was obvious that she lived comfortably but didn’t get out much. Although I feel bad for upsetting her, it was a very necessary moment and quite worth the effort. In fact, I regret more having pissed off my German girlfriend because of my insolence.
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