Onionguy
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Auszeichnung für die erste Person, bei der der Reisverschluss vom Kaputzenpulli nachm zuziehen sich so in der Mitte gesplittet hat und wieder aufgeht, obwohl die Lasche zu is und jetz muss man die von oben wieder runterpfrimeln aber eig. Kannst du den Pulli wegschmeissen, weil das ab jetz immer passiert, aber du magst den Pulli voll gerne oh menno.
I love how he still prepared a fun party for everybody. ^^
No one’s gonna say that marraiah carrey christmas song? Ok i’ll say it, tha marraiah carrey Christmas song.
In school, we never just watched a Hitler speech and were asked “here, have a look, whatdaya think?” It is always, from the beginning, embedded in critical, solemn reminders to see it as the darkest chapter in history. We (at least in my school education) were taught how easily masses are manipulated by emotions, groupthink crowd dynamics and psychology. How strong and blinding tribalism can be.
So to answer your question, what do I, as a German whose grandfather fought in France for the bad guys feel when I see a Hitler speech?
Anger for people who lose their capacity for rational thinking and let themselves be blinded by emotions. Anger about rethoric. And a deep unsettling sense of dread, shame and sadness.