Category Archives: Confessions of a Bad German

Q. How jaw-droppingly wrong can one person be?

Posted on March 9, 2011 by Sabina Becker

A. A LOT. With “friends” like this, the young woman in question doesn’t need any enemies. Anyway, at the rate she’s going, she will change the world, and this “friend”, one hopes, will be the first domino to fall. I … Continue reading →

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Confessions of a Racist Bitch

Posted on February 16, 2011 by Sabina Becker

I got unfriended on Facebook today by someone I’ve known for less than a week. Big fucking deal, right? Happens all the time. Means she wasn’t really my friend to begin with, blah blah blah. True, true, and sad-but-true. And … Continue reading →

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A terrible story

Posted on February 6, 2011 by Sabina Becker

At Sunday dinner today, my mom shared a story about a woman in the German farm village where she grew up. This woman and her family, like my mother’s, were ethnic German refugees from Yugoslavia, who came up around 1944, … Continue reading →

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Just a bunch of crazy Germans, doing squat

Posted on February 4, 2011 by Sabina Becker

Trust a German to come up with a sport involving sitting on a stool. (Beer is optional.)

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Stupid Sex Tricks: How NOT to win a car

Posted on January 26, 2011 by Sabina Becker

All I can say to this is…OUCH. Yes, that’s on his schlong. Is a little British putt-putt car really worth THAT? To a GERMAN, no less?

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Just another senseless crime?

Posted on January 10, 2011 by Sabina Becker

I was in Arizona in 2003. It didn’t seem like a hateful place at the time. I was more worried about not clearing security to get on the plane at Pearson Airport in Toronto, to be honest; it was less … Continue reading →

Posted in Canadian Counterpunch, Confessions of a Bad German, Fascism Without Swastikas, Guns, Guns, Guns, If You REALLY Care, Isn't That Illegal?, Law-Law Land, Newspeak is Nospeak, Not So Compassionate Conservatism, Obamarama!, The Hardcore Stupid, The War on Terra, Uppity Wimmin | 4 Comments

Peace or poppies? The ethical dilemma that shouldn’t be

Posted on November 2, 2010 by Sabina Becker

“Soldiers and sailors and airmen, tooFought for us across the sea;Brave and unselfish, strong and true,Keeping Canada free!I’ll wear a poppy on Remembrance DayTo show I’m proud of what they did for me…”We sang that song in sixth grade, before … Continue reading →

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Centaurs!

Posted on October 18, 2010 by Sabina Becker

You think you’ve seen awesome bike stunts? You haven’t until you’ve seen this. German girls can kick everyone’s ass.

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Stupid Sex Tricks: Chilean miners edition

Posted on October 14, 2010 by Sabina Becker

Mit zween Herrn ist schlecht zu kramen;Noch schlechter, fürcht’ ich, mit zwo Damen.(It’s tough to tangle with two gents; but even harder, I fear, with two ladies.)–Wilhelm Busch, Maler Klecksel Yes, kiddies, the inspiring story of the day has a … Continue reading →

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Cops Behaving Badly: Germany Boy

Posted on October 10, 2010 by Sabina Becker

Not exactly your standard warning against speeding:Is it just me, or does that cop sound like he wants to pound that German’s nice, tight ass himself?

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