Friday, October 1, 2010

You Think You Are Better Than Me?

In case you don’t know me, I have a big problem with “authority figures”.  Me and my boss get along fine because he doesn’t tell me what to do.

I don’t think I’m better than anyone else, but in exchange, no one else can think they are better than me.  I never get autographs.  I don’t care about movie stars.  They are no better than me.

I have a big problem with the USA and their stance on “illegal immigration”.

In case you aren’t familiar with the Declaration of Independence, it starts, “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”

You may notice, if you are an accomplished reader (not stupid), that it doesn’t mention anywhere in there, “people born in America”.

You either must believe the statement or must not.  Regardless of your heritage or your location of origin.

Today I arrived at Oktoberfest at about 9:30 AM.  Here’s a picture of the approach…

You’ll notice the Germans on the left and the Americans on the right.  Lederhosen and no lederhosen.  Also, I know because I followed them half the trip.  The ones on the right spoke American English.  The ones on the left spoke German.

In case you are of the ignorant, Oktoberfest in Munich varies from year to year, this year it goes from September 18th to October4th.  That’s a long time for it to be so crowded every day.  In the Dallas area, the Addison Oktoberfest lasts 4 days and I think in all 4 days it doesn’t see the patronage of one Munich Oktoberfest tent in one day.

Now, I must kindly ask my younger readers to go find something else to do.  Today at Oktoberfest something made me so angry, I thought I might get arrested.  It will require descriptive explicative's.

I walked around for about an hour looking for a place to sit.  Finally, some guys from the Czech Republic invited me to sit at their table.  They were very happy to have an American at their table even though only one of them could speak English.  Here is a picture of us…image


  1. Geez, I've never read you be so fucking agitated before. Haven't I mentioned to you before that I can't stand Germans? They are so obnoxious, for the most part, when you run in to groups of them in the Southwest National Parks that they love to infest. I can't imagine how repulsive they must be, for the most part, in their Fatherland. Where, even after getting whipped a couple times, too many of them apparently still think they are the Master Race. You did not say what the Czech guys did when they returned to find Germans occupying their territory.

  2. The problem, you see, is that the guys from Czech were at a severe disadvantage because they didn't speak the hometown language. Only one of them could speak English. They had two options: Leave or Fight. If they fight, they get arrested. They hung around for a bit when I began making my scene. But they finally decided it was best they leave so they could attempt to all sit together somewhere else.
    Then the Germans that took the table told me that my friends went somewhere else and I should go find them. I was finally sitting alone at a table with 9 German assholes when I decided to leave.
    So many things I would have done different now that I've had time to think on it...