I have, since I am an adult, never beaten a. Just plugged in.
Not because I was weak or cowardly; just because.
Even as a child I tore just never wanted to beat properly.
But had me a George or a Stauffenberg come across that at my boys had tried to assault, the WHOLE could look different.
There are, for me the point where the fun stops.
This George Décadent I probably would have slapped with the rear hand on the wall, that he self-pity Elegies had four weeks to write; the somewhat zackigere Stauffenberg had had but also not so easy something to laugh.
May well approach Rumschwulen.
Who here but innocent teenagers would have deducted (remember also the time in which these perverts used their specific advantages !!!) do, my children, who could have become acquainted with the animal in me mine.
Nix military training, nothing Captain, Colonel: Just end in site. Full animals. Steinmetz default. Square timber. Sackkrallenquetsch. Headbutt. No matter what.
Perhaps the whole gay Möchtegernnachjunker today should be glad I was not there at that time.
Whether I would have given von Stauffenberg the opportunity to shoot me just with his Walther?
Maybe I would even then chosen other means.
Maybe even a timely, thoughtful, targeted input at RSH.
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