The reason for requesting Italian parents is simple enough. Leonardo DeVinci was the smartest person who ever lived. Why do people assume it to be Einstein? He only knew some theoretical physics. DeVinci designed the first airplane. When his plans were discovered and the design built it flew five hundred feet higher and a mile further than the Wright Brothers airplane.
My second choice: French. Due to the romantic image of everything French. Guess I was not good enough to qualify for either one. They wound up giving me German parents. Not making me very happy. With good reason. Germans are sheeples. Nobody there does anything without being told and given permission. One of the reasons American Hillbilly Rednecks and Cowboys were able to defeat the most powerfull military machine ever developed.
Being raised in such an environment can make anyone a little abstinent. The word ‘permission’ does not fit my narrative. Having grown up there, I knew better than make any noise in Germany. Unlike American Harley noise makers, their BMW’s run silently. There are no police or fire sirens. Bus tires are engineered not to make any road friction noise. The only sound coming from the three hundred mile an hour ICE train is do to the wind vortex the train creates. There is no working on ones house during the week-end. No lawn mowers. No blowers. No saws. Not much auto traffic as everything is closed for the whole week-end. Not sure what would happen to someone yelling at a friend accross a parking lot or down an isle in a supermarket, as can be heard every day in America. He’d at the least be in for a good reprimand.
So, when I got pulled over for a trailer tail light out, I did not need to be told I better not raise my voice when responding to the cops questions. Hopefully, no one visiting Germany will be deceived by their appearance. Loose fitting wrinkled uniform, shoes not shined. The gun, if a cop has one, will be hanging at an angle that looks like it will fall off. Not told this, but clear to me it is deliberate, to shake off the image of the sharp Nazi uniforms.
Despite the stumble bum appearance, were someone to raise a hand intending to shove or slap the cop, before the hand would be able to make contact, that person would be dead. As in dead dead. So I knew enough not to contradict the cop about any point in our conversation.
But then, stupid me, with hoof in mouth disease, said only this; “Sir, this would never happen in America”
He went from being Mister Jeckel to monster Hyde. “Herroff!” “Du gaist yetst vek, im auto, so fhort!!” Obediantly, I get into his car. He takes me to the airport. While my rig is sitting on the side of the road, which got towed off to the impound. “You!!” “Be on the next plane out. Not one to America. Does not matter to where, South Pole, does not matter, if I come back, and an airplane left, and you are still here, you will then have a problem!” “But Sir, I do not have the money for a ticket”
“Does not matter. Call someone with a credit card, you be gone!!!”
One would think such a person would learn a lesson the first time. It happened to me twice.
Fortunately, being raised in America, from age fourteen, having American ways, unable to stand their lunacy, when younger, I would taunt them deliberately. Of course, without ever raising my voice or making any movement or gesture that could get me killed or put on a work farm as they have no jails. The work farm over there does not mean picking up trash on the side of the road. For one reason, there is no trash to pick up. Anyone caught tossing so much as a cigarette but on the ground will wind up in the work farm, where he will be on some construction site, mixing concrete or smashing rocks.
Should it not be easy enough to understand how a youngster coming from such a lunatic asylum to the land of the free, might go a little loony himself. The land where he can say whatever he wants. My own mother wound up in a Nazi jail. Everyone in the family knew that but no one knew why. I asked my precious little Taunta Hedwich why. She answered; “auch Chunny, you haf no idea what it was like then, If the Gestapo got the idea you were thinking wrong thoughts, you’d be in jail. Getting caught actually saying something wrong and you would disappear.”
The driving age at the time was sixteen. At age fourteen, I built a hot rod nothing could touch. Not even were police cars able to. A thirty four Ford chopped and channeled, three ninety two Chrysler hemi, in front of a Cadillac Lasalle tranny. When the cops finally boxed me in, one cop said to the other; “let’s get out of here before this thing blows up, and you, go home and be a good boy, don’t let us catch you again”
I could see no sense in having a license. Not even after getting stopped by the Wareham Massachusetts police. When the cop ran me and came back to my car, he asked; “how come you don’t have a license?”
“I will get one Sir, first chance I get”
“For twenty five years you have been trying to get the chance?!!!” he screeched, tearing me out of the car, cuffed me, tossed me into his car like a sack of potatoes and off to jail I went for a well disserved little vacation. Not getting caught again in twelve years, in Miami. And right now, as this is being written, do not have a license.
I have also been arrested, in San Francisco, Denver, Boston, Miami and Key Largo, For building without a permit. The latest in Vero Beach. The police finding a ticket on me from 1976. The ticket: Driving too slow on I-75 going by Naples. The cop lied. A ten thousand hour airplane driver does not need a speedometer to tell him how fast he’s going. I was doing a rock steady fifty five. He put forty four on the ticket. Never paid that one either.
The fees and interest accrued over thirty years came to much more than it cost me to sit in jail for a couple days. I certainly never intended to be such an incorrigible misfit. It’s a little difficult to make time for beau acracies and governmental edicts when life in America is so exciting. I needed an extra eight hours every day just to keep up with my basic interests. Building airplanes for one, having done seven so far. All from plans, no fabricated parts. My dream bird, a three quarter P-51. A typical EEA-er does about one in a lifetime.
Given what I came from, one would think I could be accorded just a tiny bit of all this ‘white privilege’ I hear so much about. But it was not to be. Can’t remember how many times arrested and treated like a bank robber, one time the cuffs so tight my arm ached for six months. That one by the Vero Beach cops.
No one needs to tell me what a screw up I am. The next person who wants to will need to stand in a long line. My girl friend minces no words when reminding me. My son has been telling me about all the things I do wrong, screeching to me about all of societies rules since he’s ten years old. At least one good thing came out of my aberrant ways. He is insanely methodical about making sure every I is dotted and T crossed.
No one knows how stupid I am better than myself. That does not keep me from knowing that a society cannot function by having different rules for renegade Germans who cannot take orders. Unless, from the man I worshiped. My C/O Major Donald E. Hall. Were he to say ‘jump’ I’d only respond with ‘how high Sir’ Nor can society have different rules for any other group. Given what chaos we have now, imagine what life would be like if a group, like, say, the Muslims. could do what they want. In their religion it’s perfectly proper to snatch an infidel female off the sidewalk, rape and kill her, and marry six year old little girls. Osama Bin Laden had 126 children by 30 or 40 wives. And they want to bring that to America?
What we have is bad enough, as the definition of the word ‘chaos’ aptly describes; ‘Fathers day in the hood.’ Despite all my run-ins’ with the police, it infuriates me to hear people rail against them. And even civilized people try to white wash their narrative with there being only a few bad cops. I need to forgive them since they know nothing about Nazi Germany. There is no such thing as a bad cop in America. There is no jurisdiction where a prejudiced sadistic person could pass the psychological analytical tests to be a cop. Not to mention, the weakest person there is needs to be pretty brave to be a cop in America today and even that cop is protecting me. So right now I am pretty angry. To merely see someone flip a bird at a cop, is unacceptable, beyond showing what a low life, uncultured, discusting moron such a person is. How about the defunding activists who called 911 because of a burglar in her house. I just wish they would attempt to pull off their anti cop nonsense in Germany.
I used to taunt and ridicule the police over there. I have now come a hundred and eighty degrees around. Their system works better than ours. How can Americans see pictures of burned out and smashed police cars and not become enraged. There is already too much crime. All those police cars destroyed means that much less area that can be patrolled. We should at least get to know who or what is keeping the police hands tied behind their back. It’s time to find out, fight back and let the police end this madness.
We are of course, in pretty bad shape. We even had a President who said; which I heard live, so it was not misquoted, “the rioting must continue to bring change”
“You f___n idiot!!!”
There is nothing in America that needs to be changed. Nothing.!! We are continually hearing the word ‘injustice’ But yet to be given one single example of anything that can keep someone from getting ahead. My own father, a Bavarian peasant, who was not allowed to attend school, for his name being low class, along with thousands just like him, came to America, penniless, and became a millionaire. No. Multi millionaire. Probably because he did not cry about any phony injustice and burn police cars.