Eichmann Prozess
if you don't like my potatoes please don't dig up my wine.
the man who plants potatoes is soon forgotten.
it don't bother me, i'm sick of living and scared of dieing.
existence is a breath.
i tried to crawl out from underneath these institutions built upon death.
and...
they crushed me.
the persevering fire of existence is sacrifice.
spoken like a tyrant.
tyrancy is all that is left. the hitlerian dream has become soft. welcome to the new age tyrant; each and every a tyrant over their own Reich. a total fascism over the self.
what of the public demonstration of outrage, a call to change, the democratic system?
1789 was the last culmination of a resolute demonstration, since then it has all been desperate and confused aggregations of the impressionable and the ideological.
i don't believe you. you're a liar.
just read Arendt. then you will get an idea of just how pragmatic the germans have become. they jumped from nazism to communism and back into capitalism within a single generation. it is only to the Jones', den Nachbarn, that the german remains ideologically stoic.