Morti is english

[Mortimer]

Facebook tagged my language as english i didnt choose that myself i guess because i post mostly in my status in english
I like that though and i could change it but wont

 

[JGalt]

 

[luiza]

We most certainly do not want you .

Being English is far more than language proficiency ---though fortunately you lack that .

The preservationof our Gene Pool has now become a sacred quest .

Despite these Fake jews we all know who have always been the real Chosen Ones .
Let's keep this wonderful heritage intact .

Say , No , to outsiders , however much they might admire and respect us .

I accept that you could visit during the fruit picking season .
But that is all .

 

[JGalt]

The preservation of our Gene Pool has now become a sacred quest .

I like the Kinks. They were a good English band.

 

[Mortimer]

We most certainly do not want you .

Being English is far more than language proficiency ---though fortunately you lack that .

The preservationof our Gene Pool has now become a sacred quest .

Despite these Fake jews we all know who have always been the real Chosen Ones .
Let's keep this wonderful heritage intact .

Say , No , to outsiders , however much they might admire and respect us .

I accept that you could visit during the fruit picking season .
But that is all .

I didnt meant biologically english ethnicity but generally as 'english' speaking world
What are americans they speak english but very few are genetically english

 

[Mortimer]

We most certainly do not want you .

Being English is far more than language proficiency ---though fortunately you lack that .

The preservationof our Gene Pool has now become a sacred quest .

Despite these Fake jews we all know who have always been the real Chosen Ones .
Let's keep this wonderful heritage intact .

Say , No , to outsiders , however much they might admire and respect us .

I accept that you could visit during the fruit picking season .
But that is all .

I remember now i did filled this out once but as english serbian and german now it says only english though

Like my friend who filled out more languages
Interesting

 

[Mortimer]

We most certainly do not want you .

Being English is far more than language proficiency ---though fortunately you lack that .

The preservationof our Gene Pool has now become a sacred quest .

Despite these Fake jews we all know who have always been the real Chosen Ones .
Let's keep this wonderful heritage intact .

Say , No , to outsiders , however much they might admire and respect us .

I accept that you could visit during the fruit picking season .
But that is all .

Maybe it was myself i do remember filling out more then one language but maybe i accidently later or sometimes deleted it
I guess its unlikely Facebook would change it

 

[luiza]

I didnt meant biologically english ethnicity but generally as 'english' speaking world
What are americans they speak english but very few are genetically english

Americans delude themselves that they speak English .
But educated people know differently .

BTW the underlined sentence of yours is gibberish and punctuation -wise 0/10.

 

[Mortimer]

Americans delude themselves that they speak English .
But educated people know differently .

BTW the underlined sentence of yours is gibberish and punctuation -wise 0/10.

I passed english at university.
Sure i could try harder, with grammer and punctuations. I dont feel observed and tested though.

 

[Deplorable Yankee]

 

[Mortimer]

I passed english at university.
Sure i could try harder, with grammer and punctuations. I dont feel observed and tested though.

I think English should be with a capitol E, but my phone makes it usually e.

 

[luiza]

I passed english at university.
Sure i could try harder, with grammer and punctuations. I dont feel observed and tested though.

University --- another obvious fantasy .
Unless you were a janitor who tried an evening Beginner's course .

Or , was your test success simply being able to correctly give your name and address ?

Really Morticia , your fake inventions are rather transparent .

 

[Mortimer]

University --- another obvious fantasy .
Unless you were a janitor who tried an evening Beginner's course .

Or , was your test success simply being able to correctly give your name and address ?

Really Morticia , your fake inventions are rather transparent .

I was student of JKU in Linz. But law not English. I had to pass English and Latin though.

 

[luiza]

I was student of JKU in Linz. But law not English. I had to pass English and Latin though.

You certainly did Pass them by .

Missed them both by the proverbial mile .

I thought Linz only had two village schools with most students majoring in Ice Fishing and Snowboarding .
Uncle Adolf learned how to paint there .

 

[Mortimer]

You certainly did Pass them by .

Missed them both by the proverbial mile .

I thought Linz only had two village schools with most students majoring in Ice Fishing and Snowboarding .
Uncle Adolf learned how to paint there .

Google Johannes Kepler Universität

 

[odanny]

There are people from Romania that are like this guy, then you have cosplay Mortimer, who dresses up as a Nazi.




The 76-year-old Holocaust survivor used his body as a door. He held it shut while bullets tore through him—until every student escaped. Then he fell.

Blacksburg, Virginia. April 16, 2007. A Monday morning like any other.

Students filed into Norris Hall at Virginia Tech for their engineering classes. They carried backpacks, coffee cups, notebooks. They were thinking about exams, projects, lunch plans.

Inside Room 204, Liviu Librescu prepared to teach his advanced hydronics class. He was seventy-six years old, a professor of aerospace engineering, a man with a slight accent and an extraordinary past.

At 9:05 a.m., the building's fire alarm rang. Students assumed it was a drill. Then they heard sounds that weren't part of any drill.
Gunshots.

Echoing through the hallways. Getting closer.
Students froze. Doors slammed shut. Classrooms became traps with nowhere to run.

Inside Room 204, Professor Librescu understood immediately what was happening.

He had heard gunfire before. He had run from violence before. He was five years old when Nazi Germany invaded Romania. He survived forced labor camps. He watched his father die. He lived through the Holocaust when six million didn't.

He knew exactly what gunshots meant.
He shouted to his students: "Get to the windows! Climb out! Go now!"

The classroom was on the second floor. Students hesitated—it was a drop, they could get hurt. Librescu's voice cut through their fear: "GO! NOW!"
Students scrambled toward the windows. Some jumped. Others lowered themselves and dropped. It was a long fall, but it was survival.

And while they climbed and jumped, Liviu Librescu moved to the door.

The shooter was in the hallway, moving from room to room, firing into classrooms where students huddled in terror.

Librescu pressed his body against the door. His feet braced. His shoulder against the wood. His full weight holding it shut.

The gunman reached Room 204. He tried the handle. The door wouldn't open.
He fired through it.
Bullets tore through the wood. Through Librescu's body.
The professor did not move.
He held that door with bullets ripping through him, buying seconds that felt like hours, giving his students time to escape.

Students kept climbing out the windows. Some fell and broke bones. Some scraped themselves bloody on the brick exterior. But they were outside. They were alive. They were running.

Only after the last student had escaped—only after the room was empty except for one elderly man bleeding against a door—did the shooter finally force his way inside.

Liviu Librescu died where he stood.

His body was found still near the door, the barrier he'd made of himself finally breached.

The Virginia Tech shooting killed 32 people that day. Seung-Hui Cho murdered students and faculty across two buildings before taking his own life. It remains one of the deadliest school shootings in American history.
But inside Room 204, nearly every student survived.
Because a seventy-six-year-old man who had already survived the worst of human evil refused to let it claim another generation.
Liviu Librescu was born in 1930 in Ploiești, Romania. He was a Jewish child in a country that would soon become a Nazi ally.

When he was five years old, his world collapsed. Romania's fascist regime began persecuting Jews. Librescu and his family were forced into labor camps. His father died in the camps. Young Liviu watched evil consume everything he knew.
But he survived.

After the war, he studied aerospace engineering in Romania, becoming one of the country's leading scientists. But Romania's communist government restricted his work, limited his opportunities, and discriminated against him for being Jewish.
For years, Librescu applied to emigrate. For years, he was denied.

Finally, in 1978, after Israeli Prime Minister Menachem Begin personally intervened, Librescu was allowed to leave Romania. He was forty-eight years old.
He moved to Israel, then to the United States in 1985, accepting a position at Virginia Tech. He became a distinguished professor, publishing hundreds of papers, mentoring countless students.

His colleagues described him as brilliant, demanding, passionate about teaching. His students knew him as tough but caring—a professor who expected excellence because he believed they were capable of it.
He had rebuilt his life from ashes. He had escaped persecution twice. He had found safety, respect, purpose.

And on April 16, 2007, he traded that safety to save twenty students he'd known for a few months.
The students who escaped Room 204 never forgot what he did.

They spoke at his memorial service. They described how he shouted at them to jump. How he stood at that door. How they heard gunfire and knew what it meant—knew he was being shot—but kept climbing because he had ordered them to survive.

One student said: "He was still holding the door when I jumped. I could hear the shots. I knew what was happening. But he didn't move."
Liviu Librescu was buried in Israel with full honors. His funeral drew thousands. The Romanian government, which had persecuted him for decades, posthumously awarded him their highest civilian honor.

Virginia Tech named a scholarship after him. His students created memorials. His name is engraved on the memorial to the 32 victims, though he was different—he was a victim who chose to be one, who could have run but stood instead.

The story spread globally: the Holocaust survivor who became a human shield.
But it's not just a story about heroism. It's a story about choice.

Liviu Librescu had every reason to save himself. He was seventy-six years old. He had survived the Holocaust. He had earned the right to preserve his own life above all else.

He had already faced evil once and escaped. No one would have blamed him for running, for hiding, for choosing survival.
But he didn't.

Because Librescu understood something that only survivors of true evil can fully know: that the worst thing isn't dying. It's watching others die when you could have stopped it.

He had been the child who survived when millions didn't. He had carried that weight his entire life.
And when violence came for another generation, he refused to be the one who survived again while the young died.
So he became a door.

Not a metaphorical one. A literal one. Flesh and bone against wood and bullets.
He held that door with his body until there was no one left to protect. Then, and only then, did he fall.
The Virginia Tech shooting is remembered in statistics: 32 dead, 17 injured, the deadliest school shooting in U.S. history at the time.

But inside those numbers are individual choices.
A seventy-six-year-old professor who pressed his body against a door and absorbed bullets meant for his students.

Twenty students who jumped from a second-floor window because their professor ordered them to live.
A man who survived the Holocaust only to die protecting the next generation from a different kind of evil.
Liviu Librescu didn't survive his final battle.
But because he stood in that doorway—because he became the barrier between violence and young lives—his students did.

Some people escape history's worst horrors and spend the rest of their lives grateful they survived.
Others face them twice—and refuse to let them pass a second time.

Liviu Librescu was the second kind.
He knew what evil looked like. He had seen it as a child. He had run from it once and lived.
When it came again, he didn't run.
He stood.

And twenty people are alive today because a seventy-six-year-old man decided that his life—already long, already full, already borrowed time after the Holocaust—mattered less than theirs.

Liviu Librescu stopped breathing that day.
But evil didn't pass.
Not into Room 204.
Not while he stood.

 

[braalian]

Your English is very good. But you can definitely tell it’s not your first language

 

[Mortimer]

Your English is very good. But you can definitely tell it’s not your first language