> ## Content Index > Fetch the complete content index at: https://herr-klamm.ghost.io/llms.txt > Use this file to discover other available public pages before exploring further. # Steubenville, USA - URL: https://herr-klamm.ghost.io/steubenville-ohio-pronounced-wrong-stoobenville/ - Published: 2026-09-02T11:44:45.000Z - Updated: 2026-09-05T23:26:37.000Z - Author: Stephen Bender Life as the yield of life. – However far human beings may reach with their knowledge, however objective they may seem to themselves to be: in the end, they still carry away nothing but their own biography. HATH #513 I 'Friedrich Wilhelm August Heinrich Ferdinand Freiherr von Steuben was a Prussian-born army officer who played a leading role in the American Revolutionary War by reforming the Continental Army into a disciplined and professional fighting force. His contributions marked a significant improvement in the performance of U.S. troops, and he is consequently regarded as one of the fathers of the United States Army'. According to Wikipedia. German-Americans are a leading secret sauce to America's success. Jews, of course, also, maybe moreso, at least in the big cities. The Upper Midwest, once the beating heart of American industry, is chockablock with them. Scandinavians, too. And, of course, in the words of Don Rickles as it pertains to the Italians: 'We need the Italian people... To find out where the mail goes'. Well, they contributed to our cuisine and the white-ish criminal element. The Irish of course were repressed. Until they became the cops. We need them too, to find out where the booze goes. I don't know who said it, probably my father, but 'if this is a melting pot, we're cooking shit'. I keed. I keed. His motto in life? 'Ah, fuck it all'. Inspiring! And probably right. In the end, your parents are probably right, even if my mother would violently disagree with him. She's a self-proclaimed 'world idealist' don'tcha know. Never leaves the property, unless virtually forced. Never goes Christmas shopping with us. Won't attend her husband's free birthday smorgasbord at Shady Maple, a Mennonite Palace to Gluttony. The one mortal sin these fanatics willfully commit. All day, every day. I mean, I hate it too, but at least I go. Puked last time. Ate way too much meat. So, I'm boycotting from now on too. She works in the yard in the middle of the day, until I yell at her to come in. Dad doesn't care. He's on his magic phone taking screenshots of bodybuilders all day. Neither of them will drink water unless, I stick it under their ungrateful noses. I serve them like a butler to make fun of them. They don't notice or get the joke. Oh well. I love 'em anyway. Whatever, I chip in the equivalent of $800 a month in groceries, gas and car repairs (amortized). It's a pretty good deal for me too. It's Godzilla versus Rodan every fuckin' day around here. Or, if you prefer the Burmese zodiac: two elephants, one with broken tusk, who is the worst of all in terms of iron will and stubborness (my mother). My brother and I are mere rats trying not to be stomped, which I delight in reminding them, and they reject it out of hand. Somebody's getting stomped, and it's the usually the most accomplished of the four. The other one fucked off to Colorado a quarter century ago. He ain't coming back anytime soon. Oh, and everybody is convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that they're the victim, when in fact we are all perpetrators. We are, in the meantime, Americans, after all. It's a 'pure' German family, Bavarian and Hessian branches represented. Farmers and hoopers. Not Prussians exactly, like von Steuben was, the latter. Bavarians famously hate the Prussians. My mother, aunt and all our relatives find them overbearing, high-handed cold fish. They don't have feelings, or souls even, probably, according to them. I've only seen my Munich uncle Rudi angry once. It was on the autobahn and a car cut him off with HH on the licence plate. He glared at me and spit out 'des ja ein Breiss'. A \[fuckin'\] Prussian, in dialect, from Hansestadt Hamburg. The Prussians don't yammer about the Bavarians, they ignore them, as LA people do the complaints of superficiality by San Franciscans. I don't know if this is such a thing still. I never had a problem with people from the LA area. In fact, some of my best former friends live there. I mean the Prussians can be insufferable, but I got along with them reasonably well in Hansestadt Hamburg, Leipzig and elsewhere just fine. Don't get me started on the Silesians, but that's already been done. And hell, at least the Prussians didn't birth, gestate and culminate the NSDAP like the allegedly good-natured Bavarians did. You know, my people. The Prussians hated 'that Bohemian colonel'. Not a Real German, mind you. Some Austro-Hungarian imposter. Like hell, he grew up across the Inn from Bavaria. Didn't manage to kill him because 'Prussian Field Marshals do not mutiny', according to Fritz Erich Georg Eduard von Lewinski aka Erich von Mannstein, the author of the Sichelschnitt through the Ardennes, which destroyed France in 6 weeks. Let the limeys off at Dunkirk. Thought he could cut a deal with his Aryan-ish island cousins. Maybe, if Chamberlain had stuck around. A certain naivete on Hitler's part on that one. He also had moral qualms about chemical weapons. Forbade their use on the Eastern Front. Not so picky when it came to other 'special measures' though. Well, Beck, Fritsch and von Blomberg wanted to overthrow him in early 1938, but Hitler saw it coming and cashiered them all by hook and crook. One was framed as a faggot (if I recall), another married a whore (namely a commoner). The third was just old and said: 'Fuck it'. Then came the coup against Chamberlain and the easy peasy Luftsieg uber Polen. Still, the Prussians did not get in line. Nobody wanted to invade the Soviet Union, perhaps save von Reichenau. They were dubious on France, as well. Oh well. The cult of personality is a real thing. Ask Ted Cruz or Marco Rubio, who denounced The One True Untermensch (the Welthistorischerbauernfänger) in no uncertain terms in 2016, then lined up to suck his dick thereafter. Republicans love blow bangs, giving or receiving, it's doesn't really matter to them. Ask a conservative supporter of Trump, now souring. They blame teh Joos for controlling him – as if he won't take bribes from any and everybody – or don't talk about it, because conservatives are pussies. As a rule, they can't admit their mistakes. They just clam up and say they always kinda thought he was an asshole, but voted for him three times. They loved the Gulf of America thing, still today probably. We actually don't need a white woman president Cumtown Saul on You Tube Eh, liberals still like Hillary and Kamala, those two fuckin' stuck up failures. Don't get me started on Ruth Bader Ginsburg. Thank her for abortion being banned in half the country. Snooty old cow wanted to have a woman appoint her replacement. Har-de-har-whore. Like this fuckin' country would ever elect a woman. Now the Supreme Court is gone for a generation – and maybe the Constitution forever. Nothing succeeds like failure in the Democratic Party. I think I might hate them more than any institution in this country, because they used to protect working people and now they're just in on the Eyes Wide Shut gangbang. I got took by Clinton and Obama. So fucking what, that's the way of the world. Politicians promise you the moon then fuck you in the ass. Or, if you prefer, they pat you on the back while pissing down your leg. The Southerners hate the Yankees and the Yankees can't be bothered with these hayseeds. The Southerns call have an acronym for Cary, NC, a bourgie-ass exurb of the Research Triangle. Containment Area for Relocated Yankees. I do not blame them, in fact I endorse this whole-heartedly. It's how people are: they're never happy with what they have. Either the grass is always greener elsewhere, or it's just perfect in their jerkwater town, even if it is all fucked up in truth. Like Bill said, it's just a ride. II My mother was told to be more flexible and positive by her sister 20 years ago already. It didn't take. Naturally, her sister is more inflexible and less positive than she is. She thought The Simpsons sucked, which is about as crazy as anything I've ever heard. I'm utterly inflexible and completely negative. Not really, but I do like what Dirty Harry told his boss: 'Personnel? That's for assholes'. 'I was in personnel', McGarngle. HR is the velvet glove on the iron fist, the hypocrital boss-run bullshit branch designed specifically to deceive the workers. Read the public administration literature. I guess it depends on the workplace, but I doubt it. III Oh yeah, Steubenville was supposed to be the point of this. Well, this is more important that all that jazz above. I met such great and inspiring people there. If you're visiting a strange American town, I recommend always stopping at the library first, just to get the lay of the land. They always have great advice, and it is given freely with great enthusiasm. Just giving a shit and taking interest in any place goes a long way. Like learning basic French when in France. I was treated with only an undercurrent of contempt and faint smiles, even. I was still American trash, mind you, but with a modicum of civilisation about me. ![](https://storage.ghost.io/c/40/f6/40f67c96-b14d-4bd9-be24-9e5bc4358f0f/content/images/2026/09/IMG_3934.JPG) So Ms. Volunteer pipes up from the second floor when the clueless college graduate womaning the counter couldn't answer basic questions about her home town. Yelled down for about 3 minutes before I had to go up there and see what all the comotion was about. She didn't work there. She was a volunteer. We talked probably for a cumluative three hours, later at a roadhouse out in the middle of nowhere, where she comes from. This is extremely my shit, I told her when she suggested it. We'd smoked heaters together outside, so I knew she was down. Her cousin was (is?) a local sheriff in a neighboring county. He had suggestions for her future ex-husband's fate that were, shall we say, unconventional. ![](https://storage.ghost.io/c/40/f6/40f67c96-b14d-4bd9-be24-9e5bc4358f0f/content/images/2026/09/IMG_3925.JPG) They bulldozed Dino's house. No museum, no nothing. A mural, which I couldn't find even. The children and grandchildren of the mafia still run that town. Confirmed by another witness and community builder at his bookstore. More on him later. The present mafia destroyed the waterfront of the town. They took a crooked government contract to build a fuckin' prison right there, where an esplanade would have done even more good. Each of the ethnic groups had their own mafia. She was of Serbian extraction. And a former chief-of-staff to the local Congressman about 20 years ago. ![](https://storage.ghost.io/c/40/f6/40f67c96-b14d-4bd9-be24-9e5bc4358f0f/content/images/2026/09/IMG_3950.JPG) As was my late great aunt Barbara up in Akron, OH. She was in what the Old Bulls called the Watergate Baby class. This came as a big surprise to my father. I found out about it in her obituary. He said, 'huh'. Typical. Maybe her best story was how the local preachers got together back in the 30s to run the mob out of town. Instead, each and every one of them and their families were driven out. Some didn't move far enough away. Ended up dead. There is an old scrap book somewhere with the dirt the preachers got on the mob as 'protection'. The mob got that scrapbook and killed the ringleaders, the other one out of state. ![](https://storage.ghost.io/c/40/f6/40f67c96-b14d-4bd9-be24-9e5bc4358f0f/content/images/2026/09/IMG_3951.JPG) Ms. Volunteer thinks she's going to find it in a attic. I told her it was destroyed many moons ago. I told another thing: write your memoir or a history. She said: maybe I will. She's busy being an antiques maven down in her colonial home up in the hills someplace. I'm invited to her fall extravaganza. I told her, I want a sneak peak. She gave more than she got, if you can believe it. So, we went out drankin'. Well, I did. She had several iced teas and these enormous blocks of fried cheese on a spit with homemade 'Bear Sauce'. The venue was Johnson's White Bear near Wolf Run, OH. Her old stomping grounds, where they built some coal slag heap environmental thing back in the day. She fought it like a demon, because she would see it from her house. ![](https://storage.ghost.io/c/40/f6/40f67c96-b14d-4bd9-be24-9e5bc4358f0f/content/images/2026/09/cheese-sticks.png) The locals called her a bitch because it would 'bring jobs'. She eventually sold her childhood home before it got started but after it was approved and made a pretty penny. Today these short-sighted assholes ask her for help. She says: 'Fuck You'. She had a million of them as I did, stories that is. I could only eat two, as I'd gulped down two margaritas and three beers. Our waitress was quite cute and I was kidding around with her. Ms. Volunteer got in her friendly jibes. I asked her name. Bella. Ciao Bella I told her as we left. Not the best, but she thought it was funny. Or at last pretended to, for politeness, but the tip was already paid. ![](https://storage.ghost.io/c/40/f6/40f67c96-b14d-4bd9-be24-9e5bc4358f0f/content/images/2026/09/johnsons-white-bear.jpg) In the parking lot she told me her friends were outraged that she would hang out with this mysterious stranger. I told her I had no ill intentions and I did not lie. So I says to her, I says: 'I thought you invited me up here to have your relatives kill me, steal my money and rip off my car'. She laughed, probably because it crossed her mind.