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German Donald Outshines US Duck

The Deutsche Welle tries to explain why Donald Duck, ‘modern Sisyphus,’ still Germany’s darling at 75

In their earliest days in Europe, comic books were looked down upon as lacking intellectual rigor and were thought to be bad for children. So when it first started publishing Donald Duck, the German publisher Ehapa asked Fuchs to make her translations more erudite.

And erudite she was. The German Donald quotes Goethe and Schiller, Hoelderlin and Wagner. He uses frequent alliterations and has coined phrases that have since worked their way into the language on the street. Moreover, Fuchs often gave the stories a more political tone than they’d originally had.

I can only imagine a cartoon duck quoting Goethe.

The deed is everything, the glory is naught.

Perhaps the following quote is more likely. Imagine Donald’s voice as he says:

We know accurately only when we know little, with knowledge doubt
increases.

The article explains several of the elements that Germans find appealing in their version of the Duck character. First, perseverance:

Gerhard Severin is the acting president of the Donaldists. For him, Donald Duck represents a “modern Sisyphus, who always keeps trying. Despite constant setbacks he starts over again, and shows us that you should never give up.”

Second, a hot temper is said to be something Germans admire. Third, although I might be going out on a limb here, Donald has no pants. Maybe it would be more accurate to say Donald’s pants are down. Get it? Down. Either way, I bet this is also a factor that resonates with the German perspective on life.

Birthday Girl

by The Roots

What is it we wanna do?
Now that I’m allowed to be alone with you
Birthday Girl its your birthday
Wherever you wanna go
Now you are old enough to go and see the R-rated show now
R-rated show

Yo, She said she was a magazine editor named Janine
Backstage in high heels and painted on jeans
Probably had the most devious eyes I’d ever seen
Told me she was twenty-two she was only seventeen
She had sumthin’ to hide she snuck in from outside
And got everybody gassed like the car I drive
With all that grown lady ass and my far out vibe
She said she came to see them roots boys fallout live
But listen,

What is it we wanna do?
Now that I’m allowed to be alone with you
Birthday Girl its your birthday
Wherever you wanna go
Now you are old enough to go and see the R-rated show now
R-rated show

You see them girls look good but they brains not ready
I talk to a woman, her mind is more steady
Probably something in the way they designed that’s more steady
I just let you recite cause the line so heavy
But I shoulda known better cause now I feel like America’s underbelly
R. Kelly gutter smut peddlers, internet predators, chat-room irregulars
This not my twist you trying to send me to the therapist, miss

What is it we wanna do?
Now that I’m allowed to be alone with you
Birthday Girl its your birthday
Wherever you wanna go
Now you are old enough to go and see the R-rated show now
R-rated show

Now she told me cheddar cheese grits
Two tomato fried fish
Cause she heard its my dish
Tryna be my sidekick
All the people all around thinking she was my chick
Saying DAMN the girl thick
But she aint no twenty-six
Looking at me like I’m up to sumthin’ on the funny tip
Like I ever been the one to honey jib
Its your birthday so let me know the gift you wanna get
In fact blow out the candles on the cake and make a wish for me

They can’t really seem to look away
So they tried asking her to stay
Fake I.D. you won’t get turned away
You look lovely tonight
Now you are old enough to buy a gun
So many better ways of having fun
Right now I can only think of one
You look lovely tonight.

What is it we wanna do?
Now that I’m allowed to be alone with you
Birthday Girl its your birthday
Wherever you wanna go
Now you are old enough to go and see the R-rated show now
R-rated show

Long Time

by The Roots

Struck by the luck of the draw
Real life preservation
What I’m hustling for
My name black thought
The definition of raw
I was born in South Philly
On a cement floor
I had nothing at all
Had to knuckle and brawl
They swore I’d fall
Be another brick in the wall
Another life
Full of love
That lost
That’s silly
This Philly
Y’all really ain’t stopping
The boy with the pen
Like Willie
On top of the hall
Pure soul is what the city
Most popular for
Hear the tones
That will ease you
Smooth
As Bunny Sigler’s soundtrack
Keeping your head bopping and all
It’s something in the water
Where I come from
They used to sing it on the corner
Where I come from
Making something outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain’t timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain’t got at
In a minute
Yeah
You can take a brother outta South Philly
Can’t take it outta him really
I forever represent it
And it’s

It’s been a long time
Since I been back around the way
It’s been a long time
Let it spin let spin let it spin
Since I been back around your way
It’s been a long time
Long time long time

Live and dirvet
I don’t need no mic check
Remember mommy told me
You ain’t write that
It started in the bathroom taking a dump
Listening to Ultramagnetic
Ego tripping you won’t
Pressure my word
I’m the urban vision
Of you chump
Stomped on a different ground
Sound second to none
Synthesizers tweet
To improvise your feet
I calculated every lyric to arrive on a beat
It’s free
Come get high on me
Before a nine millimeter shell
Hit my pelle pelle
In the p
Yeah
It’s something in the water
Where I come from
They used to sing it on the corner
Where I come from
Making something outta nothing
Because everybody
Fifty cents from a quarter
Yo
Where I come from
It’s just a natural reaction
For crack to make it happen
Let the pen ink sink
Into the paper of the pad
Think back
When I was younger
Ghetto could have took me under
Young Peedi can’t mess with North Philly
Never had
You don’t know about me
You ain’t stroll my streets
Look familiar
I feel ya
Longtime no see

It’s been a long time
Since I been back around the way
It’s been a long time
Let it spin let spin let it spin
Since I been back around your way
It’s been a long time
Long time long time

Clap something
But whatever you clap
Clap to the record spinning
While I’m taking you back
To the top paper era
Baby big on that
Picture the pool room
Where the money getters was at
And street people
With feather in the cap
Or their bossolino pulling paper
As if it’s a small casino
I was a young boy
Sweeping the floors
And running to stores
But all those old heads
Would talk to me About the way
To clutch the eagle
On a buck and truck
And if I’m down
How to get back up
Just survival kid
And it’s a struggle worldwide
I’m positive
Shit the ghetto might as well
Be the Gaza Strip
You know where all the monsters is
Street walkers
You don’t see no consciousness
I’m coming back to where
The core of the problem is
We on the job again
Y’all know what time it is

It’s been a long time
Since I been back around the way
It’s been a long time
Let it spin let spin let it spin
Since I been back around your way
It’s been a long time
Long time long time