Actually, I have, admittedly, needed a little time to do it this way to understand that is true, it's liberating, that the Constitution no longer applies.
Of course I know that I am in no doubt it will be able to invoke, as it certainly still applies to me.
My name is not Merkel or Draghi and've earned my spurs at Goldman Sachs.
As the de facto stateless I have now no longer express my loyalty to a constitution, while never one but always a transitional law which has been erroneously claimed as such, but today also entkraft.
In other words, where there is no "constitutional arch" are over, I have to bend it not for that, too.
The Verfassungsbögler, archers, whose predecessor taught me in school, every decent citizen had to stand on the ground of the Constitution, now nothing on which they could invite me to a halt.
Mentally, anyway.
So I will continue (except when my bike could just shut off by mistake where it should not) obey all laws, which to me suggests the outlaws in a clear way to follow, but I am otherwise only German, but not a citizen of defunct Federal Republic of Germany more.
They have denied me the right to be such, and so I also any moral exclaims to a fart alswie after the bean soup.
When the Federal Republic of Germany will soon decide on a boy's mutilation law, that will be me insofar care that I as a stateless person can have no part in it anyway.
German, as I said, I remain still, to obligations it is to live here must, at least for German, no shortage continues, but I am not a German in the sense of the Constitution more obsolete.
In the sense of because there are no more Germans, herewith not me.
It has really, first of all, who knows what follows, its good that the Constitution now lies with more lies beyond the edge of the flat earth beyond ridiculous hinuntgestürzt.
There in lies the abyss, I let the sheep media now continue digging.
One has learned nothing else.
It is, of course, according to the Basic Law repealed, soon make even more fundamentally unlawful laws, than before.
This is quite normal, no buck flute party stalwart will wonder why they are all marching.
Anyway: Marching! That's a nice word.
Simple: Marching! - To collapse.
I can already imagine vividly how such a Grüninger is next to a Christian in a ditch, waiting still in full armor, in the last Heuchelhecheln, drink from me and etching, as I was of their number, having thus understood as yet, usual to call, and I, in her campaign plane but not worn until then, they themselves are sacred vows to leave out, referring to the not yet fully depleted pack their content nor nachwankenden mates.
Yonder, in the mire of their depleted greed lying, then maybe I have a basic law for them here, but unfortunately they can be eat nor drink.
Soon to collapse Soze, a Laberaler afterwards, a pirate on top of it yet, and I can not do anything.
"All basic chatter flour is used up. After Germany it goes in the other direction. "
Still gasping, a faithful soldier in the trenches are also not give up easily, they are probably my reply: "What can we ensure that the general was not taken care of enough bread!"
"Ask your Gerneral why he let you march up in this ditch! He knows it well, but I see him myself over there, I'll tell you, merciful, as ye see can not, already are. He has been trying for hours to eat gold, but he can not bring down right. "
I do not know how long they have been there and still rolled advise, because I had to continue. Saw, from afar, like the general gnawing at his gold.
Back in Germany, I had only a few berries, wild carrots and parsnips, some fire wood still there, although there were only barley soup, but without the general and Zermarschierten tasted, even admirable.
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