Tax exemption stripped.

[Sean]

I read a great book once... It was about a guy named Dick who buys this ball, this big ball, this big red ball.

A real page turner!

[The Hen]

Did Dick then run?

I noticed another dick posted with more insults due to his ridiculous first post in response to the strippers tax.

I noticed that dick still cannot provide any correlation between the OP and the nice book he once read.

[dales]

rubato = read the book in question.

The field = not. But ignorance is their virtue. Reading secondary opinions which are carefully mined to support their ignorant prejudices is a talent, for stupid people.

Sorry girls. I've read Mann, and Boll, and Grass and many others. You are ignorant illiterates.




yrs,
rubato

You might have "read them".........but did you understand them. I believe their combined contents went right over your head judging by the comments you post here.

[Gob]

And I repeat

. I thought that there was going to be some great reason for their action and expected more of a plot. Instead End of a Mission is like a tableau of personalities. Taking place in a small village every character is truly a character. All of the quirkiness of village life and relationships are played out in the descriptions and actions of everyone from judge to bailiff, to lawyers, police, witnesses, innkeepers, observers, the press and of course the accused father and son. It also took me a while to realize that much of the book is meant to be humorous.

Throughout the book Boll shows the somewhat absurd juxtaposition of a society that likes rules at the same time that it seems to be rebelling against them. Perhaps it is in the wake of World War II and the role of law and order in the Holocaust that prompts these small town Germans to want to thumb their noses at authority.

But even then there is an almost orderly quality to their small acts of rebellion. Being at least one quarter German and one quarter control freak, I often feel an affinity for the stereotype of German precision and linear thinking. I had a history professor in college who abhorred any attempts to define a national character, either for individuals or for the collective society. But darn if it isn't satisfying to trade in generalities sometimes.

It's pretty obvious what has happened here. Yet again the retard has tried to brag himself up, made the error of posting something he cannot in any way justify or substantiate, and is now trying the tired old trick of refusing to even try to make sense of what he has said, while castigating others for "not understanding".

It's a failed trick. It's a child's attitude. It's another example of what a loser he is.

If he had a scintilla of morality, or a sliver of self respect, he’d own up. But we have all seen that he is totally incapable of acting like a man, and far less like an adult.

I havce posted two summaries of the book which prove that it has nothing to do with the OP.

Rubato is a liar.

[Lord Jim]

Reading secondary opinions which are carefully mined to support their ignorant prejudices

See what I mean about this guy's uncanny ability to describe himself perfectly?

[MajGenl.Meade]

But it works well for pseudo-intellectual name-dropping by the same people who just had to read "Magic Mountain" and watch "Der Blaue Engel" to join little cliques in obscure coffee-houses.

Just checking the old powers of prediction (wait, wait)

Ah and there it is!

Sorry girls. I've read Mann, and Boll, and Grass and many others. You are ignorant illiterates

Lattes all round then!

Meade

[Sean]

Surely you mean frappa-dappa-micha-mocha-hunky-monkey-cinos all round?

[Gob]

Mind you, it's still the most pathetic form of pseudo-sophistication to pretend to have read German literature. I like it personally, but sophisticated it is not.

yrs,
rubato

[MajGenl.Meade]

Did he? Where?

[Gob]

Just paraphrasing

[MajGenl.Meade]

[Sean]

Surely you mean frappa-dappa-micha-mocha-hunky-monkey-cinos all round?

As a side note, that may sound made-up but it's actually a real coffee. Any good barista will be able to make it for you but for some reason they don't like to make it and often pretend that they've never heard of it. If your barista refuses to make it for you, simply scold and berate them at the top of your voice and threaten to have them fired. They will soon relent and nip out the back to make your frappa-dappa-micha-mocha-hunky-monkey-cino.

I don't know why they make such a fuss... After all, it only seems to be a flat white topped up with piss...

[MajGenl.Meade]

Your search - frappe-dappa-micha-mocha-funky-monkey-cinos - did not match any documents.

Suggestions:

•Make sure all words are spelled correctly.
•Try different keywords.
•Try more general keywords.
•Try frappe-dappa-mi chamocha-funky-monkey-chinos. Tastes like milky piss but some people like it

[Sean]

You spelled it wrong...

It's frappa and hunky.

[rubato]

And I repeat

. I thought that there was going to be some great reason for their action and expected more of a plot. Instead End of a Mission is like a tableau of personalities. Taking place in a small village every character is truly a character. All of the quirkiness of village life and relationships are played out in the descriptions and actions of everyone from judge to bailiff, to lawyers, police, witnesses, innkeepers, observers, the press and of course the accused father and son. It also took me a while to realize that much of the book is meant to be humorous.

Throughout the book Boll shows the somewhat absurd juxtaposition of a society that likes rules at the same time that it seems to be rebelling against them. Perhaps it is in the wake of World War II and the role of law and order in the Holocaust that prompts these small town Germans to want to thumb their noses at authority.

But even then there is an almost orderly quality to their small acts of rebellion. Being at least one quarter German and one quarter control freak, I often feel an affinity for the stereotype of German precision and linear thinking. I had a history professor in college who abhorred any attempts to define a national character, either for individuals or for the collective society. But darn if it isn't satisfying to trade in generalities sometimes.

It's pretty obvious what has happened here. Yet again the retard has tried to brag himself up, made the error of posting something he cannot in any way justify or substantiate, and is now trying the tired old trick of refusing to even try to make sense of what he has said, while castigating others for "not understanding".

It's a failed trick. It's a child's attitude. It's another example of what a loser he is.

If he had a scintilla of morality, or a sliver of self respect, he’d own up. But we have all seen that he is totally incapable of acting like a man, and far less like an adult.

I havce posted two summaries of the book which prove that it has nothing to do with the OP.

Rubato is a liar.

You have not read the book?

What a munchkin. You read a synopsis? And think that is sufficiently detailed to answer the question? Your hatred made you stupid again.


The two central characters are a father an son whose name is (I might have forgotten the spelling in the past 30+ years) Gruhl. The father, to be brief, failed/refused to pay taxes (on a modest income) for decades and was finally gotten after by the German IRS who attached everything they could and guarnished any cash income he ever earned for the rest of his life. So the elder Gruhl, a cabinetmaker and woodworker, switched to working by barter and completely re-did the interior of a restaurant in exchange for the right to eat his meals there for the rest of his life.

So the connections thus are: someone who is an artist (the Elder Gruhl) claiming the right not to pay taxes. Not a stretch for you is it?

There is another connection. The "mission" in the title refers to the Son (younger Gruhl) who is being tried for setting fire to a jeep while he was in the Bundeswehr and going AWOL and as a part of his defense an 'art expert' testifies that his burning the jeep was an artistic act, a 'happening' with elements of kinetic sculpture, painting, and musical theater (the Gruhls sang a song and knocked their pipes together while the jeep burned and they threw something on the burning jeep).

Thus there is also embedded the idea that making art is a defense against punishment by "THE STATE" in a less specific way than just taxes.

Try reading a book for a change? You won't look as stupid.

"I have only ever made one prayer to God, a very short one: “O Lord, make my enemies ridiculous.” And God granted it."
Voltaire




yrs,
rubato

[MajGenl.Meade]

Got it - he was a wood stripper!

[Sean]

So the connections thus are: someone who is an artist (the Elder Gruhl) claiming the right not to pay taxes. Not a stretch for you is it?

Are you sure you're not confusing the word 'artist' with the word 'artisan'? I've never heard of a cabinet maker referred to as an artist before...

[MajGenl.Meade]

I knew some carpenters who drank a lot

[The Hen]

It took you a week to provide the connection?

Fine, whatever.

[Gob]

Wow, I get it now, thanks retard! You once read a book which, if you allow a grand canyon of leeway and do not mind it only having the most tenuous of links, may, with a great deal of imagination, be seen to be, if not like the OP, then have a vague resemblance to.....wait a minute, not it doesn't.... the strip club in New York avoiding tax.

By the way, what exactly does that prove/show?



God, you are so educated and erudite!