"In the wrong movie"

[Aptrgangr]

Almost anytime we Germans experience a surreal, weird, strange, somehow unreal siuation IRL, we say "I think I am in the wrong movie right now". This thread is about our "in the wrong movie" experiences, let me start.

1.)I had to buy a new ID card, 20 € for a wortless piece of plastic is cheaper than 200€ for not having it when controlled by cops. So I went to the office and enqueued. I noticed I was the only German in the queue, except a blonde girl doing the formularies for her negro boyfriend. At the walls there were pics of negroes and Muslims, and description how not to use a dark background for passport photos, and how to tie the headscarf properly. That is the customer orientated service they always talk about, I thought, and noticed my type no longer really is in demand - somehow I had the feeling of being in the wrong movie.

2.)I took the train from Mannheim to Frankfurt. Usually there is lots of foreign folks crowding the train, but I was lucky and found an empty compartment. My luck did not last for long as an Albanian clan was entering the compartment, a man sat down vis-à-vis to me, his about 5 years old son on his lap. Suddenly he opened the zipper of his son's trouser, pulled out his penis and started to rub his foreskin. I had a very strong feeling of being in the wrong movie right now and I wouldn't have been too surprised if he had started cicumcizing him in front of me...

3.) In the tram home, it was late but except some wiggers in the front the tram was empty. At a station a gang of Muslim thug girls, commanded by an athlectic negro girl, entered the tram. Immediately they started beating up the wiggers in the front (the driver did nothing), stealing their baseball-caps, slapping them in their faces etc. I observed the situation from the background, wondering who actually was the strong gender, and who was not, and how pathetic these wiggers were - dressed like MTV gangsta thugs but not even started any attempt to defend themselves. It was an unpleasant surprise for me when the girls stopped molesting the wiggers and turned their attention towards me in the rear. They came to the rear compartment and encircled me. I was sitting with my back to the window, next to the door, so I had my back free and I was ready to jump and hit. I was keen to find out whether they were armed or not, I thought "girls if you do not finish me quickly with any arms this was your last day, I am not one of those pathetic 15 yo wiggers". I am no super-athlete, rather a veteran with some scars knowing a real hit and kick causes demoralizing pain. Surprisingly the girls had no intention to attack me. The beefy jungle queen was interested in a small talk and sex, she noticed I was not really impressed but rather worried one of her minions could have a hidden knife somewhere. Anyway, they left the tram at the central staion, where more of their sort were lurking, I just thought I was in a wrong movie right now and the things could have had escalated.

4.) I enjoyed a walk when I saw a strange looking family. The husband was very ugly- I know, beauty is in the eye of the beholder - but this guy was a living Hunchback of Notre Dame type, with a deformed set of teeth, knock-kneed and glasses thick like loupes. His wife wasn't much prettier, an overweighted albino woman, having glasses thick as loupes too. Well, the two children inherited all the best genes, these were knock-kneed, overweighted albino kids with deformed sets of teeth and loupe-like glasses. And all of them were cross-eyed! I vowed to take genetics more seriously and was not sure whether to be happy having no camera, or not, anyway I had the feeling of being in the wrong movie.

5.) Like almost always I slept with my windows slightly open. Suddenly a rough sounding chorus started chanting the 1st stanza of the Deutschlandlied - "Deutschland Deutschland über alles". I had a look at my watch, it said 1.30.am, so I went to the window to have a look on who is singing there. There was a bunch of Croatian (football?) fans walking down the street singing - far away from any sports stadium. After they had finished the text they had learned by heart, they shouted "Hrvatska Hrvatska" and started singing it again. So they disappeared into the night. I was amused but still had the feeling of being in the wrong movie.

[BeornWulfWer]

I always felt like I was "In a wrong movie" whenever I used to get changed in the locker rooms at work.
It was full of Negroes and Asians all lounging - and I mean, 'lounging' - around the place and the blaring tunes of Radio Islam was forever present.
The constant noise of foreign tongues either side of my head.

I felt like I was in some cheap Bollywood film.

[Vincent]

Everytime I steep in front of my front door, I see this huge mosque, and wahhabis next to it. But no no, not middle-easterns, but clearly European europid man, with their long, mostly dark blonde beard, saying to each other 'salam alaykum'. They are shaking hands with their arab brothers (though not many of them there), and discussing, to sum it up, new ways of islamisation.
While looking at all this, many more things go through my mind. So I say to my self: "Oh my gosh... and all I wanted is to buy some bread and milk!?". That's what I call being in the wrong movie.

[Strengthandhonour]

Right now I live in the United States..
talk about being in the wrong movie.

[Susi]

And I live in Canada in the most multicultural city in the world.

[Leland Gaunt]

All my life is one crazy disastrous "Santa-Barbara".

[Sergius]

After moving to Copenhagen a few months ago, at the first job I was able to find, I made the number of Danish-speakers rise to a walloping 2. Student jobs...

[Musaka]

My first neighbours are Gipsies and my family and me are wrangling with them through whole our lifes because they are very,very,very,very dirty...Well, my mother had fight!!! with one of them last night after years of fullfiling appllications to supervisions and we cant do nothing because they are minority in my state and belong to sect Jahva witnesses..Well she did, and she feels great... My mother can fight with them and i cant because head of that family always put his wife and kids to argue with me while he is shouting from his home..I dont want and just cant kick kids and woman asses, but will glady kick his ass with pleasure...Wrong movie?

[Marcus Marulus]

I feel in the wrong movie quite often, especially when people are astonished at why I do not care nor show any interest for some things from the "modern culture". When the elections come I feel then even more in the wrong movie, tilted thousand degrees further. I mean, when people from two voting herds start quarrelling among each other, on which party is better (these two parties are one and the same party, but members of the herd stick to their belief they aren't), and I have a hard time to explain that I do not vote at all, because I despise the system of liberal democracy as it is now. They take different positions in the game and I prefer to stay out of the game, deeming the very game along with its rules contremptible and below human dignity. Wrong movie, indeed...

[Savorgnan]

Originally Posted by Vincent

Everytime I steep in front of my front door, I see this huge mosque, and wahhabis next to it. But no no, not middle-easterns, but clearly European europid man, with their long, mostly dark blonde beard, saying to each other 'salam alaykum'. They are shaking hands with their arab brothers (though not many of them there), and discussing, to sum it up, new ways of islamisation.
While looking at all this, many more things go through my mind. So I say to my self: "Oh my gosh... and all I wanted is to buy some bread and milk!?". That's what I call being in the wrong movie.

Why don't you exhibit your new companions in front of your "charming" bearded neighbours?



About me, well, I feel more or less the same as Marulus.

[Vincent]

Originally Posted by Savorgnan

Why don't you exhibit your new companions in front of your "charming" bearded neighbours?

Nice idea, but practicly impossible. I had to bring them to my apartment first, to put on those leash. And you forgot the first rule of pan-porkism... No pig walks out alive from a pan-porkist's home

[Weltschmerz]

I feel like I'm in the wrong movie almost every time I watch a movie, or anything on TV. And even more when by accident I happen to see "news" on TV. Then when I speak to ordinary men I often realise that their whole world view is based on TV. Even those who decided that something's wrong with TV often just made an attempt to negate everything that they think TV tells them. "Aha... I see that they present me with gratuitous images to make me buy crap. Therefore, instead of buying that particular crap, I'll just sit here all my spare time eating fried food with fluffy relish made from synthetic lipids." I try to write a new script instead.

[ares]

Bravo to all of you! I feel the same and it's bound to get worse as the situation is getting worse by the second!

[Engelbrecht]

In the city of Malmoe in Sweden there is a muslim ghetto called Rosengard. I think the closest comparison is the worst immigrant suburbs of Paris. Riots break out there from time to time.

But some time ago it went worse than ever. The ambulance and fire patrol must use police escort into the Rosengard area because the immigrants are throwing rocks at them - just like in the middle east.

Well, the swedish government sent their integration minister to mediate with the people in Rosengard. I attach a picture of the swedish integration minister - Nyamko Sabuni. When I saw this on TV I thought that this was the wrong movie - a negroe talking sense with a rioting gang of middle eastern muslims portrayed as a domestic swedish issue.