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“The Zookeeper’s Wife” Movie (2017) — Reaffirmed Why I Refuse To Own A German Car.

by Anura Guruge



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Quite the movie. Powerful & engrossing especially given that you know that it is based on a TRUE STORY!

Schindler’s List” set in the Warsaw Zoo, Poland during WWII.

Good movie, but distressing to watch the cruelty and the inhumanity of the Germans. It really hits you.

It was PG-13 and I wanted Teischan to see it. So, I had DVRed it, a few weeks ago, during an HBO Preview weekend. She watched it, with interest, though she is still quite hazy on the historical aspects of it.

Definitely recommend it. We should never forget what happened — NOT that long ago.

In the end it is an inspirational and feel-good movie

Made me feel real good — and glad — about my near 40-year resolution not to buy German cars after I saw the German bombing of Liverpool.


 

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German BMW, On Its 100th Anniversary, Apologizes For Nazi Ties & Using Concentration Camp Labor.

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Click here to access the U.K. “Daily Mail” original
from March 7, 2016.

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This is why I REFUSE to own, drive or touch a German car — even today.

I explained, in this post, my epiphany against most things Germans after seeing the destruction wrought on Liverpool (the home of the ‘Beatles‘ in England) 35-years after the end of WW II.

And the irony. Given roots in Ceylon I do not have any family members or folks that I knew who served, let alone died, in WW II. All the WW II veterans I have met, and I have met quite a few, have been British, American, Canadian, Australian and yes, German! [I skied in Austria with a German who lost his leg in WW II. They had rope lifts — as is common in Europe. He, given that he only had one leg and as such one ski, needed someone on the other side of the lift to compensate him — essentially to have their skis pointed at an angle to straighten him out. He would wait at the bottom of the ski life until I appeared. Then he would ask me.] But I still feel very strongly about all the ALLIES that served, suffered and died during WW I and WW II.

That is why I am will only now own American, British, Korean or Indian cars.


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Mercedes-Benz CONFIRMS My Long-Held Assertion That Those That Drive Their Cars Are Mentally Challenged.

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Click here for the Mercedes-Benz original IF you want further proof.


Quod erat demonstrandum
(Q.E.D.)

What more do I have to say?

I might not be the brightest bulb out there, BUT I do NOT
need any technology to help me
DETECT PEDESTRIANS
when I am driving.

They are, to folks with even a modicum of gray matter, fairly easy to spot.

Just further proof of my long held contention.

People who buy German cars are clueless.

What do I have AGAINST German cars.

THIS ↓

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I visited Liverpool for the first time in 1980. I was the Customer Support Manager for ITT (U.K.) and I had to meet with some customers, waterfront. As usual I drove. I think I was driving a Gold 2L Ford Cortina, my company car at the time. As I was driving into the city I could see all these desolate, empty spaces. Complete blocks with nothing on them. I wasn’t sure what the deal was. At lunch, and my job as Customer Support Manager, was 50% entertainment, I asked the Liverpudlians what the empty spaces were all about. There was a silence for a second. They all looked at me. Well they kind of knew I wasn’t totally stupid. They also recognized that I had not grown up in Britain, and that I was NOT being funny. They then all jumped in at once and went onto explain that those were still the unbuilt lots after the WW II blitz. I was stunned. WW II had ended 35 years earlier. I had never seen any major WW II damage in London. This was an EYE OPENER.

On the way back I stopped at one of these empty lots and got out of the car. It was a strange feeling. A tangible connection with WW II. I was born 8 years after the War. But standing there was very profound. It annoyed me no end that the Germans had done this to Liverpool, to the British and as such also to I. That is when I avowed that I will do my best never to buy anything German. It was MY small way of showing my respects to what I saw in Liverpool.

I have been good to my word (as I tend to be). A few years later, in what was meant to be a big ‘honor’ I was given, by CASE Communications, a Mercedes Benz as a company car. I kept it for 2 months. But, NOTE I did not buy it. It was given to me and it was meant to be a FAVOR. A recognition. Yes, I have driven German cars. But they do nothing for me. Yes, I have been to Germany more times than most. But Germany doesn’t appeal to me much — though I do recognize that it is beautiful country. The images of Liverpool STILL haunt me.

I worked with a very rich Jew. He was always going on about the Nazi persecution of Jews. But one day it occurred to me that this guy, for all of his talk, owned over $100K in German cars. So one day when I was talking to him on the phone, and in those days we spoke quite often, I said: “G** have you worked out how much the German cars you have parked in your driveway, right now, must cost?” He thought for a minute and replied: “Those 3 must have cost at least $75K” — and we are talking 15 years ago. I then asked: “WHY?”

So that is why I continue to make fun of those that by German cars — and that used to include, to his annoyance and sometimes embarrassment, my adoptive (now late) father.


Volkswagen’s Super Bowl XLVII ‘Jamaican’ Ad. Is Racist! What I Expect From German Car Makers.

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Yes, I know. So many don’t even know about the Berlin 1936 Olympics and the snubbing of U.S. hero Jesse Owens.

I vowed never to buy a German car in 1982 after my first visit to Liverpool, England. You could still see empty blocks from the German bombing 40 years earlier. I have been steadfast. I have never bought one and will openly criticize those that do. Right now there are plenty of U.S., Korean or British alternatives. The new Buicks, Fords, Chryslers and Lincolns look much more compelling to me than a bloody German car. If you want high-end, go Cadillac or Jag. Buy Italian. They were always harmless. They never bombed anyone other than themselves.

This ad. just confirms what I have always known. And I won’t even talk about the time when a bloody German tourist, just jumped into my moored boat at Meredith harbor to get a picture. I treated him to a verbal diatribe, without once using a swear word, that had all those standing on the dock shocked. He ran.

This ad is offensive. Jamaicans rock. Usain Bolt is Jamican. Bob Marley is Jamaican. Michael Holding is Jamican. This ad is pure German.

Do you know that story: ‘No, no maan. My tattoo doesn’t say “Wendy”. You crazy, maan? Mine says: “Welcome to Jamaica and have a nice day”‘.

You do know that story, right? The man from Chicago that has his new wife’s name, ‘Wendy‘, tattooed onto his pecker before going on their honeymoon to Jamaican clothing optional resort and meeting a Jamaican who also had ‘Wy‘ showing on his flaccid pecker. Well, that is the keyword when it comes to German cars: flaccid. [P.S., My father, or more to the point his wife owns a Mercedes, and I tell my father off about that. But, my father isn’t British and he, having grown up under British rule of Ceylon, isn’t (to my amusement), that fond of the British — though my mother, an anglophile, insisted that I had a full British upbringing, cocooned in British books and culture.]


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