It’s amazing how people actually believe there’s any such thing as “security.” Not amongst the garrulous ape.
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Udo’s in the same state of constant repressed rage a lot of us are, now. He’s got to throw a rock at SOMEBODY.
Once saw a clip of Hitler speaking. After he raved out a line, he got a huge cheer — then he flourished his glasses and raised his eyebrows like, “Well, they liked that one, let’s try the next.” He put his glasses back on and took a cue from the papers in his hand.
At least in his early days, Hitler was a lot more conscience of what he was doing with a crowd than a lot of people give him credit for. Give the devil his due — he was using a proven bible-beating style that had worked for decades. And he had that thick southern accent.
This happened. Everybody was going home from work and nobody showed up.
Sound like some other politicians didn’t have their hand on the pulse? And a population that was too busy to pay attention?
Couple of Berliners, here. Kind of like Germany’s New Yorkers.
The Afrika Korps ate a lot of spaghetti. And sardines.
I’m not making this shit up.
Now what are these two girls up to?
Of course Pfirsich has to dance around the subject. It could be lethal.
Lovely! Dead horse!
“Meshugge” isn’t necessarily Jewish; at least in the first part of the 20th century, Berlin used it to mean “crazy.”
Trying to name a color is how this series got its start.
They were still kind of new to each other. Pfirsich didn’t know what to make of this odd little man.
Then again, Pfirsich’s a Swabian, and Udo is very much a Berliner (think, “New Yorker”).
The Major lets drop the usual nonsense about “Other People,” but everbody’s on the same side when they realize what’s been done to this kid.
Count on Udo to have no sense of propriety. And HE, of all people, should know better (later episodes will show why).