German – the absolute ultimate and final definition.
I want to take on a historic task here today.
This country needs me, there is no point in pushing itself. I will define once and for all what being German means, what it means to be a German and a German. My sense of allness, to use a deeply German term, is enough for one, two, three, for x genders. I also define the ones. No one, no one, no one, no one must feel excluded.
Why am I doing this?Why do I sacrifice myself – a very German practice, self-sacrifice – for the final show of the German? Because it doesn’t go on like this. We cannot demand of the Syrian, the Iraqi, the Afghan or the Iranian, integrate, adapt, try to become German at least in the beginning, but if we are then asked, what does that mean to be German?, what does the Germans do? , sorry (we don’t even say sorry yet, but cheat with an English term around the German feeling of regret and contriteness), we say sorry and continue to sip our Flat White. A Flat White is an espresso with milk, but with less milk and more foam. Yes, we know things about these things. We can disassemble and reassemble an espresso machine with our eyes tied together, but we can’t explain being German. We have forgotten to be German.
The most horrible sentence I have read in this context was in the newspaper, DieZeit: “In fact, it is easier to live in Germany than to be a German.” Apart from the fact that the sentence is no longer true when you are looking for an apartment in the city centre of Frankfurt or Munich, it becomes hellishly difficult to live in Germany, origin or origin: the German must be comprehensible, for the Muslim from Marrakech as well as for the Copt from Beirut, but above all for the Germans themselves.I mean now the really right Germans, bio-Germans says the taz, I think, about it, that is, Germans with at least one Nazi in the pedigree (even better: a resistance fighter AND a Nazi, that results in German rift) and a surname, which is from a extinct profession (Müller, Bauer, Gärtner).These Germans, and I reckon myself to do so – Grandfather: Wehrmacht; Father: Wehrmacht; Mother: Ostelbierin, expelled – we need to know again who we are and what makes us at its core.
When it is said in Der Spiegel that the question of German existence can only “show a muzzling effect” and “a German essence that persists cannot exist”, then I say, stop, we do not integrate people.So we don’t get them into the middle class. Not the foreigner who is tempted by the culture shock and the switch from mint tea to cola/beer to attack. And also not the German, who torches houses because the names on the bell signs disturb him. It is not enough to come to these people with constitutional patriotism, which is not what you do in the rule of law. This is too abstract, too intellectual, too much FAZ, where by the way there was also a terrible sentence: “Everyone comes up with something about identity.”
That is precisely the error of thought.With a result of German identity, you must not think of anything, but the right thing, the German, and that is why I am doing it now. One has to do it. It is hard work, in case anyone wonders why I voluntarily shoulder such an immense task, diligence and sense of duty, two very German characteristics. This whole article is actually already the best illustration of what it means to be German, to write German, to think German. Thorough, persistent, hard-working, order-loving.
Go through the whole thing again from the beginning, how I get everything right up to this point.This precision in thinking, this power of separation in reasoning, that is being German in pure culture, and in this sense I recommend to everyone to make a little effort now the brain. This is important, remember?, as the German hipster would now coquettishly say with his fondness for foreign language color, because he is too comfortable to find the mot juste (mot juste, I can use Frenchasms as an electoral Prussian).It is important because, in the end, we do not have a refugee problem.
We have a German problem!
Times of domination, as I summed it up in time for the middle of the article!Punctuality, very German, punctuality and bravery. Only those who are brave can face the danger that being German will slip away from us. And that is why I now venture to walk away from the inner circle of Germanism, the area where the much-maligned essence of being German is at home, oh what. The German is not at home. At home are people who have pressed themselves and reported sick. The German has an essential homeland, and I will finally explain how this region of soul and heart is constituted.
By the way – also a twist from the linguistic fundus of the urban cultural snout – by the way: The whole thing is risky, because of course everyone will zet.The left-wing soft eggs, which, in the name of their multicultural ideology, claim that there are ultimately no cultural differences, and who want to redistribute everything: the wealth, the peculiarities, in the end even the sexes. (Do hipsters wear beards? To remember that they are actually men?) And on the other hand, the dull regular table rights, which always only zeze, are taken away from them Germany.
At this point, before I sit down with both camps, I recommend that i put the German in its totality and intensity to the point, that is, to get its glowing core out of the slag of postmodern negligence – I recommend these people to let the whining.The whining is un-German, no great German has ever complained, neither botho Strauss, he has been unlucky. Unken. Magnificent German word. Could also be a Germanic tribe (“and the Unken and Goten crossed the Rhine”). Or an old German shoe shape (wood unken, feltunken).
Where was I?to moan. Hölderlin, Schiller, Goethe, none of these poets has ever complained. They sighed and sang and raved. I would generally say a bit more rapture, that would be a start to tune in to Being German, as I intend to define it in its ingeniously sparkling beauty. Enthusiasm is good, rave is romantic, it doesn’t have to be as extreme as, say, With Ernst Jünger. Although, a little disciple reading could not hurt us all: the struggle as an inner experience, In Steel Thunderstorms, I think that is part of being German, a certain hardness against ourselves.As I do here: line by line, I mesel the contour of the German being out of the massof of cultural egalitarianism. I am on the verge of a breakthrough.
If you’re honest, feel it too.We approach the sphere of truth, where the chaff separates from the wheat, the foreign from the own. There is no room for anxiousness, for fear-mongering. Here is not Berlin, and certainly not Brussels, where the original, authentic is shrinking to DIN standards. Here it is not the case, the cosmopolitan culture that ikea, Zara and H&M have.
Here we realize: German is more than just a Netflix subscription and knowledge of Vapiano’s latest branch.It is more than a well laid bridge day and a bargain in the deli department of Karstadt. The German is greatness and the will to higher, the German in its upright form. I see him right in front of me, this magnificent place where we still have access to this knowledge of our own and our own, to our myths, to our roots.
I will go there and surrender to my historical duty: to put German in a clarifying word, so that we all know where we need to integrate.Where we meet the essence of our Germanness and embody them appropriately.
The time has come.
I think I’m standing in the woods.
Is there actually Wi-Fi in the forest?
Daniel Haas, 8 August 2018, edited on 13 August 2018