Sunday, April 08, 2012

I’m going to make an Exception to my Usual Respect for the Aged

Günter Grass is a douchebag.

Observing Hermann illucidates:
But what we do do is regularly transform a little imaginary something we call “collective guilt” (World War II guilt, there is no such thing as Communist East Germany guilt) into new products (poems) with new perpetrators (Israel) which we market at irregular intervals to cover our countrymen’s never-ending demand for ritual redemption which of course will never be satisfied, or so we lead them (and us) to believe.
Having watched Grass' strange attempt to make things better on the Tagesschau has not been as entertaining as much as it has been a confirmation of his arrogance and detatchment from human morilaty.