Bye bye.
You should be advocating for Euopeans to kick the US out of nato. Not whining to Americans about how bad Americans are.
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Bye bye.
So i will take that as a no.any information what Von Der liars family did in WW2 her Dad or Grandfather or has that been covered up?
You should be advocating for Euopeans to kick the US out of nato. Not whining to Americans about how bad Americans are.
Eh? It's totally unimportant for me how bad US-Americans are, US-Russian. I am no US-American.
I don't fear German Nazis just as my Dad didn't in the war when he took part in chasing you bastards out of occupied Europe, i asked what Frau Genocides Dad and Grandad did in the War? were they in the SS?You listen to yourselve and understand yourselve. Exclusively. Your only problem: You are Putin - a living undead. But where are you on your own?
And unfortunatelly you do not live any longer in fear of us Germans. I hope we do not have to teach you fear again - but if we will have to do so then I hope also we will do it effectively. "Happy nightmares", Russian.
Ursula von der Leyen is by the way not her father and/or grandfather. Anyway I think this had been honorable men. Why should they not had been honorable? Because you are a Russian or US-Russian and slave of Putin who tries to justify a totally stupid, senseless and criminal organized mass murder on Ukrainians who he not knows and who never had done something bad to him?
What do you see when you take a look into a mirror? ¿Nothing? If so I would not be astonished.
If you should not know: You and your master Putin are criminal mass murderers, slave of Putin. You are not only directly on the way to hell - you and Putin are hell.
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Froh wie seine Sonnen fliegen
durch des Himmels prächtigen Plan,
laufet Brüder, eure Bahn,
freudig wie ein Held zum Siegen!
=
Happy as His suns fly
through heaven's glorious plan,
run your course, brothers,
joyful as a hero to victory!
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Freude, schöner Götterfunken,
Tochter aus Elysium!
Wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlische, Dein Heiligtum.
Deine Zauber binden wieder,
was die Mode streng geteilt,
alle Menschen werden Brüder,
wo Dein sanfter Flügel weilt.
=
Joy, beautiful spark of the gods,
Daughter of Elysium!
We enter drunk with fire,
Heavenly One, your sanctuary.
Your spells bind again,
what fashion has severely divided,
all men become brothers,
where your gentle wing dwells.
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Eine heitre Abschiedsstunde!
Süßen Schlaf im Leichentuch!
Brüder – einen sanften Spruch
Aus des Totenrichters Munde!
=
A cheerful farewell hour!
Sweet sleep in the shroud!
Brothers - a gentle saying
From the mouth of the judge of the dead!
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You clearly hate us
and have nothing but contempt for US.
And if what we hear in the media is anything like reality, this is common in Europe.
So, the fact that Europe depends on US for their defense, and trade, while being so... whiny, is not good.
If you feel you are better than US, then stand on our own two feet and let US put some distance between the two continents.
Perhaps we will get along better, when we have less interaction.
¿us? "Us Russians" or US-Russians? "Hate" is the wrong wrod for my amazement at how stupid people are who support a cruel war and allow themselves to be remote-controlled by tyrants and talk absurd nonsense.
By the way: A German tradition is it that we kill our enemies if necessarry to do so - but we don't hate them.
Yes and no. One of my professors told us in the wonderful language of Friedrich Schiller something where I thought he will call the police in the end - but he ended: "Da stand dann mit dem Gefühl der Erhabenheit auf der anderen Straßeneiste fern von diesem Pöbel und mein Taxi kam. Liebe werte Freunde: Ich habe und ich bin! Ihr hingegen müsst erst noch werden!" = “Then, with a feeling of grandeur, I stood on the other side of the street, far away from the mob, and my cab came. Dear worthy friends: I have and I am! You, on the other hand, have yet to become!”
Die Zukunft war früher auch besser.
Karl Valentin
The future used to be in former times better too.
I don't fear German Nazis just as my Dad didn't in the war ...
You should change the Anthem to this which would be more apt these days.
Never heard itI never heard this song and because of you I will not start now to change anything in this fact. Nazis as well as Stalinists and I live in different universes.
Never heard it![]()
Exactly. I never heard it. I have not to know everything. Why do you think is it important to know the Horst Wessel song? On reason of a racist anti-German political propaganda for idiots? Undear idiot mine: World War 2 had been a Sunday afternoon walk. You don't have the slightest idea what you're trying to conjure up - until it catches you.
You clearly hate US, yet depend on US for defense and trade.
That is not good. Such a conflict has to be eating away at you, on some level.
Any real man, would not be dependant on someone, that they do not respect.
Time to end nato. You have convinced me. I was neutral on that idea, until just today. YOu and Tommy Taint, have convinced me, it is time to end it.
You know on your own that you babble, Russian or US-Russian. The USA left the NATO and likes the same time to lead it. Russia destroyed the Soviet empire and likes the same time to live in it. You are convinced from everything and nothing the same time while you also stir up and drink the muddy water of your own lethal propaganda and get drunk on it. The only question is simple: to live or not to live. And if you don't want to let others live, you don't live. What should a living undead who thinks he has nothing to lose really be convinced of?
How all occasions do inform against me
And spur my dull revenge. What is a man
If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more.
Sure He that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and godlike reason
To fust in us unused. Now whether it be
Bestial oblivion or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on th’ event
(A thought which, quartered, hath but one part
wisdom
And ever three parts coward), I do not know
Why yet I live to say “This thing’s to do,”
Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means
To do ’t. Examples gross as Earth exhort me:
Witness this army of such mass and charge,
Led by a delicate and tender prince,
Whose spirit with divine ambition puffed
Makes mouths at the invisible event,
Exposing what is mortal and unsure
To all that fortune, death, and danger dare,
Even for an eggshell. Rightly to be great
Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honor’s at the stake. How stand I, then,
That have a father killed, a mother stained,
Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep, while to my shame I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men
That for a fantasy and trick of fame
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough and continent
To hide the slain? O, from this time forth
My thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth!
You know on your own that you babble, Russian or US-Russian. The USA left the NATO and likes the same time to lead it. Russia destroyed the Soviet empire and likes the same time to live in it. You are convinced from everything and nothing the same time while you also stir up and drink the muddy water of your own lethal propaganda and get drunk on it. The only question is simple: to live or not to live. And if you don't want to let others live, you don't live. What should a living undead who thinks he has nothing to lose really be convinced of?
How all occasions do inform against me
And spur my dull revenge. What is a man
If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more.
Sure He that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and godlike reason
To fust in us unused. Now whether it be
Bestial oblivion or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on th’ event
(A thought which, quartered, hath but one part
wisdom
And ever three parts coward), I do not know
Why yet I live to say “This thing’s to do,”
Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means
To do ’t. Examples gross as Earth exhort me:
Witness this army of such mass and charge,
Led by a delicate and tender prince,
Whose spirit with divine ambition puffed
Makes mouths at the invisible event,
Exposing what is mortal and unsure
To all that fortune, death, and danger dare,
Even for an eggshell. Rightly to be great
Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honor’s at the stake. How stand I, then,
That have a father killed, a mother stained,
Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep, while to my shame I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men
That for a fantasy and trick of fame
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough and continent
To hide the slain? O, from this time forth
My thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth!
That made no sense. My point stands.
YOu do nothing but whine about how much you don't like us,
yet you are dependent on US.
The agony of the world, people screaming, the collapse of great ideas...
Prints step a Legion of faceless, long-forgotten people!
Vain hopes living in a world that will be able to hold us back,
A hundredfold of dying under the banner of the Lord of death could not!
We left pine boxes - we carry the death of worlds!
And our dead drummer on the drum all!
I consist of semidaily five hundred six bones,
Have a lot of money and informed of all the news!
my old corporal said once, when I was headed clear
Are you in the tactics of the dead singer battles, the strategy you Messire!
And once again, we left pine boxes - we carry the death of worlds!
And our dead drummer on the drum all!
I know for me from their dwellings observes my Lord,
But we are too few, too many enemies...
And now I have one!
But remembering about us and our troubles, he wearily shake his head,
Over the horizon the undead rise again and rush into battle!
And once again, we left pine boxes - we carry the death of worlds!
And our dead drummer on the drum all!
And once again, we left pine boxes - we carry the death of worlds!
And our dead drummer on the drum all!
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And yes, if you want to join The Immortal Regiment March by yourself - it'll be started at May 9, 11-00 near Brandenburg Gate in Berlin.