A Final Answer to German Condescension: The Truth You Can’t Handle

Seventy years. For seventy years, American blood and treasure have paid for Europe’s peace and Germany’s redemption. Our boys lie in the fields of Normandy and the quiet corners of Ramstein, having died to clean up a continent shattered by the twin totalitarian poisons of National Socialism and Bolshevism that Europe concocted. Our Marshall Plan dollars rebuilt your factories while our NATO umbrella guaranteed your security, allowing you to rise from self-inflicted ruin to become an economic power—and a moral scold.

And how does Germany thank its savior? With a relentless, insufferable lecture. From the sanctimonious editorials of Der Spiegel to the haughty pronouncements of Berlin’s academic class, you hurl accusations of American “imperialism,” “backwardness,” and “simplism” across the Atlantic. This from a nation that hasn’t known a day of true sovereignty or moral clarity since 1945.

The ingratitude is staggering. The hypocrisy is worse. The free ride is over. It’s time for a reckoning.

Your “Enlightenment” is Our Tyranny

You preach free speech while jailing a 95-year-old woman for questioning history. You call it Volksverhetzung; the world calls it thoughtcrime. Your state-mandated memory isn’t about honor—it’s about control. A people who cannot question their past will never resist their extinction.

Your “Diversity” is Our Democide

You scold us about inclusion while your native birth rate is a catastrophic 1.4. You call mass immigration Bereicherung (“enrichment”) as your cities become alien enclaves where your culture goes to die. This isn’t policy; it is national suicide, celebrated as virtue by an elite that despises you.

Your “Progress” is Our Path to Servitude

You virtue-signal about climate change while shutting down nuclear plants and burning coal like 19th-century industrialists. You left yourselves hostage to Russian gas and now scurry back to the dirtiest fuels, all to satisfy a green hysteria you created. Your famed Mittelstand—the pride of your economy—is now strangled by the very regulations your elites impose. And you lecture us on economics while your entire export-driven model relies entirely on the U.S. security guarantee that keeps global shipping lanes open and predators at bay. Without the Pax Americana you so despise, your world-leading factories would be lunch for China and Russia.

Your “Morality” is Our Nihilism

Your churches, bloated on state-collected tithes, now bless sodomy and deny Christ. Your Cardinal Marx and Bishop Bätzing lead a synodal path straight into heresy, trading eternal truth for the passing approval of a decadent world. Your pews are empty because your pulpits are full of lies. Look at the reflection staring back from your empty cathedrals—like the Magdeburg Cathedral, which saw more tourists than worshippers last year—and your silent cradles. That is your future. You built it. You own it.

The contrasts are not merely hypocritical; they are pathological.

• You denounce our patriotism while your children are not born.
• You warn of our “imperialism” while living under our military shield.
• You mock our faith while yours is a hollowed-out relic.

You were given peace, freedom, and prosperity—the gifts of our sacrifice. You squandered them for guilt, weakness, and a sick desire for your own replacement.

We saved you once. We will not save you twice.

This is not a condemnation of the German spirit that built Europe’s greatest culture, but of the cowardly regime that has usurped it. It is a warning to the silent, dissenting Germans who still remember what strength and honor look like: your leaders are leading you to the grave. And their narrative is dutifully parroted by our own managerial elite in Washington, D.C., and Silicon Valley—the very globalist class that seeks to dismantle the America that saved you.

The next time you feel the urge to lecture America, remember who has been the adult in the room for eight decades.

Remember who still stands between you and the abyss.

Now face it alone.

—Wolfshead