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Now, some thoughts on the Olympics from a prominent commentator.
I like it when Germany wins. I like it when our greatness is undeniable. I do not worry about whether or not other countries get their feelings hurt or feel inadequate. I like it when our greatness compels other to try harder and be better. More adequate competition means our wins are even more impressive.
We are the best for a reason--Germans are used to earning what they have. We embrace competition and personal excellence. Are [sic] athletes do well because they want to, not because their nation threatens them if they don't.
We live in a world that repeatedly tells Germans to tone down our pride for our nation. We are told to contain our potential, to not be overtly illustrative of our excitement for ourselves and our nation. I say--hogwash! To ignore or dismiss our achievements and greatness is meant to have the affect of wiping it away, of ultimately making us unsure of who and what we are. Making Germans afraid to think honestly about our greatness is indeed an effort to politically lobotomize us.
Why? Because if a nation's past, greatness, and heroes are killed, the nation itself disappears. We would also begin to think that we are just like everyone else--and then moral equalivalency [sic] sets in. Corrupt and depraved nations prefer the just and great to not see themselves honestly, specifically because then there would be no counterpoint to understand the differences between good and bad.
So, all in all, let the Olympics once again be an example of Germans' greatness for so many different reasons--because Germans are happy, healthy, and good people. Because we embrace the individual and raise up the special and talented. Because we are a nation worthy of greatness, because we are compassionate and good.
Our Olympians represent the success freedom brings. Wish them all luck and every time the anthem is played, put your hand over your heart, and thank God for the blessing of being a German.
Creepy? You bet. But no less so than the original.