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Those German youth had been angry, like a snotty kid spitting his food-for-thought. Angry kids is what it was. Kids with an attitude. After the War One, or any war for that matter, it was rich men to pick over the losers carcass dirt cheap. The out-of-towners called carpet baggers after World War I - picked up Germany for a wrong. I want it. I don't have it. Who has it ? They have it. Who are they ? They don't deserve it. They are Whatnot I should say. Who are they ? There are some people who should not be allowed to live. That was the most extreme - the serious minded. Your money or your life? Club entitlement. It is by invitation only. You have to take the oath. And you have to - Take ! We don't give. That's welfare. You earn it. Easten Europeans bought up Germany and the kids didn't like it not one bit.

The coming of Christ. Not God enough. Mein Kampf ! My Struggle. It jumped into mind, like hell-bent evoked by mein, mine, all mine Kumpf. Mine cunt. Mine cum pf - please fetch. On your please woman. That was King Seer. They had the best cum. It was Superman and mommy cum. "... faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, and able to leap tall buildings in a single" astound; its Mein cum. My cum. Mind cum. Who would-'ave guessed ! The famous Aphrodisiac of the war of the worlds. Egregia cum laude, it was the Imaculate Cumception. It was magic cum. We are not illicit. Our's is the cuming of Christ.

The wall as could be guessed, was the most interesting thing about the city. The full impact of it did not hit me until I was held up at the frontier, Checkpoint Charley, as just described.

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