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@Eag1eT@HyjekStefan@DefiantLs This would be when racing, however the Nordschleife is a public road and on Touristenfahrten trackdays no "racing" is allowed. Normal traffic rules apply.
A Gen Z joined the team.
Week one.
During onboarding, the manager said,
“We sometimes stay late during peak periods.”
Gen Z nodded.
Then asked,
“Is that paid… or just expected?”
The room went quiet.
- No attitude.
- No rebellion.
- Just a question.
Later that day, HR mentioned “growth opportunities.”
Gen Z replied,
“Does growth include raises, or just more responsibility?”
Again, silence.
- No laziness.
- No entitlement.
- Just clarity.
That’s when the team realized something.
When people say
“Gen Z is lazy,”
what they really mean is:
Gen Z watched old generation
- skip meals,
- miss birthdays,
- work weekends,
- and burn out
only to be told
“budgets are tight”
and “be grateful you have a job.”
So Gen Z chose differently.
- They don’t romanticize overwork.
- They don’t confuse suffering with ambition.
- They don’t trade health for praise.
They still work hard.
They just refuse to work for nothing.
It’s not laziness.
It’s pattern recognition.
And honestly,
after everything old generation went through…
Can you really blame them?
Countries in Europe who say immigration is too high:
🇩🇪 81%
🇪🇸 80%
🇸🇪 73%
🇬🇧 71%
🇮🇹 71%
🇫🇷 70%
Why is this being forced on Europe against the will of the people?
@zeteo_news@Alonso_GD 99.4% of women in Egypt say they were sexually assaulted.
The age of consent in Iraq is 9.
8 year old girls in Yemen die on their wedding nights from blood loss.
Nigeria killed 125k Christians.
Syrians are killing Druze and Christian minorities.
Some cultures are inferior.
This is it, friends. This is where I come from. These are the fires in which my disgust was forged.
The vacant stare. The Miss America smile. The trappings of middle-class conformist consumerism. The self-assured, momentary, "tell me I'm pretty" pose clashing with the lack of effort in self-presentation and the impatience of choosing an unflattering background. The smug, condescending delivery of the message: "I have done what you warned me not to do."
All of it completely irrelevant to the topic at hand, forced awkwardly in front of it. Obscuring it. Replacing it. Upstaging it, or so she hopes. Standing between you and what matters, she says only: "Look at me. Look at the difficulty I have caused for you. Witness the joy that I can only derive from being your problem."
This is not about politics. She doesn't understand them. She doesn't even think she knows better than you. She only knows that you can't tell her what to do.
She doesn't even think she has power. She only knows that you have even less, and this is where she places her heart.
When the bill for her foolishness comes due, oh, how her expression will change! No longer a bold and toothy smile! Now a pouting bottom lip! No longer a triumphant hand in presentation of her own radiance! Now a through-the-eyebrows scowl, arms folded! No longer an empowered, educated feminist! Now, a hapless princess in need! "A real man pays the bill without asking!"
She offers nothing. She demands everything. She will never be held accountable for the destructiveness of her choices. She will be celebrated then as she is now, not for her contributions, but because where she is celebrated is where she will choose to be.
She is the table.
And the table is set. And she has placed her order. And all that now remains is waiting to be served.