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Typically in cases of economic nonviability to repair, insurance pay you what’s called „Verkehrswert“, so, around that what they think you’d get if you had sold the vehicle directly prior to destruction. And their estimates fucking suck. I got around 1500€ for my motorcycle when I was hit by an old lady who wasn’t able to see me driving directly in front of her. The only comparable bike I found on the market afterwards was 4000€.
Well, at first my countrymen used to put them in special wards to „care“ for them and sterilised them. To keep them out of the public eye and genepool. When that got to expensive, they killed them by poisoning and the like and reported the „sad“ death home. When that became to work intensive, they were killed and burnt along with other „undesirables“ sometimes the burning and killing were the same process, you know, to save time.
Oh, and before I forget: these were not only the physically and mentally feeble, but also the people no one in town liked, so a few fellows decided an easy way to get rid of them would be declaring them deranged and shipping them off - out of sight out of mind you know.
Wanna bet how long until there are extermination camps?
Danke!
Bitte was?
Sorry bud, but your brother is a Nazi. Voting for fascism just to change things? My ass. If a fascist tells you he’s a fascist, believe him. And fascists don’t want change. They want power.
Seen Chinese do (try) the same thing in plitwice national parks. There are only these small wooden paths leading down to the boats. Let’s put it this way: it’s rather unamused when someone two heads smaller than you and half your weight tries to force you into a lake/marshland. What is however amusing is simply stopping to move and watch them loose balance.
That’s called Plutocracy.
Either a black stork, a least weasel (actually pretty common, but difficult auf to see around here), Cerambyx cerdo (probably not as rare as most regulating bodies think), a Eurasian eagle owl (rare around Germany) or felis silvestris
I don’t know how our model of university translates to college, but we sat around a lot and talked politics. Whether it be by a river, on the balcony or in the forest. Usually with a glass of wine or some weed. Mid to late 2010s.
But do they? No? Why? Because the are spoiled rotten. When Boomers were young, the weren’t called Boomers. The were called the „Me-Generation“. And rightfully so, cause most of them only think about personal short term gains.