The fascination of evil has triumphed once again. On Sunday I did not trust me on the Badstraße hard, sorry, the "Autumn Festival" in the Weddinger Badstraße (whatta bad street). Between the head nodding, screeching, battery-operated plush dogs, and the inevitable need to air-filled about emblazoned clothing from Another Planet and also otherwise a festival of bad taste.
At first glance, the whole thing was a godsend for the multicultural critics these days, on the second but really more for the critics of multiculturalism critic. For the estimated 90 percent of "people with migration background" had, on average, more peaceful, witty and integrated than the few present at the "German" (also: How much German and the common life of interested can be as a Stadtteilfest to go? To the children that populate the inflatable and one at sausages, cotton candy and pop hits from the beer scene?). A German highlight was a fat, old, empty, staring Suffspießer Ender, who was walking his wabbling beer belly into a T-shirt saying: "I'm fishing you want to see my worm?" Oh yes, urgent, can hardly hold me. Impressed
me but this level of Turkish or Arab imports:
dental tools like Winkelspiegelchen: okay. To each his own, practically applied phobia management. Why the hell but a gynecological speculum and other instruments of torture? On a family street fair, the neatly fit between the battery dogs. So one has to shuffle no more at trade fairs, either as still as Medicus BDSM party-goers. I call that true tolerance and integration of sub-cultures - and I'm, uh, taken. Vaginalapplizierte greetings to the middle of the week.
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