I love Germany. I don’t know how many times I’ve said that over the course of the last 21 years and I’m pretty sure that I’ll be saying it for many years to come because I really do love living here. I love the people. I love the cities. I love the language (sort of) and I love the food and the beer.
Liebes Netzgemeinde, I love you too but MEINE FRESSE, you’re bringing me down.
Don’t you realise what you’ve got going for you? Don’t you realise that it’s OK to try things out, get them wrong, dust yourself down and try again? Or not try again if the idea was rubbish? Don’t you realise that you have things like the re:publica are rough precious stones that you need to look after and polish and that krautreporter is a good thing? They may not be perfect but they are good things.
I’m sick to the back teeth of the moaning and the groaning that happens every time somebody in this country (or German bit of the Internet) takes a stance and actually tries to do something. I’m sick of the trolls; the mundane whining about how everybody else is doing it wrong, from people who have never tried to do something themselves.
You think re:publica is rubbish? Then do something else, make something else and do something better.
One of the key statements from this year’s re:publica was the fact that we’re locked in a room with Tyrannosaurus rex on crack (the NSA) but we don’t really notice it because we keep getting distracted by a pretty poodle doing funny tricks. There’s something else in that room, though. Something far more dangerous; it’s dark, gloomy and terrifyingly mundane. It’s the shadowy form of The Netzgemeinde Ego and it’s sucking out the very soul out of everything that it loves.
Update: Felix Schwenzel has a point of view. You can read it here (it’s in German). I’d just like to point out that there is a massive difference between constructive criticism and whining like spoilt children. Felix seems to think that this post is about krautreporter. It isn’t. It’s about taking two steps forward only to be dragged three steps backwards. It’s about going nowhere fast. Good morning.