after I failed to set here an appropriate Christmas greeting, I do not want to miss, to wish you a Happy New Year at least, to ask all the best for the New Year, of course not without humbly for my greatest linguistic and journalistic mistakes of the past year for forgiveness.
It ran under me actually that I offended any mud, each mush, not knowing what I was doing.
I called those Swedes who wanted to fuck with that Julian Assange, or vögelten, at least claimed to have willed and done, because they afterwards for hinhängten him as a rapist to have them not resisted manfully (every Swede knows that no Swede fucks who want to, because otherwise the prosecutor comes), reckless and out of my mind as "Schlammpampen".
There are people who take mud baths, with the greatest pleasure and healing success. Children love to play in the mud. The German wild boar wallows in the mud to get rid of all kinds of ticks and other vermin. From mud adobe bricks are made, entire cities were built by advanced civilizations. Is a Ritz in the masonry, so slurried him the Steinmetz. (more ...)