Today is walpurgt.
I walpurge, you walpurgst
He and She and walpurgt
We walpurgen, her walpurgt
And she: walpurgen.
Today is walpurgt.
I walpurge, you walpurgst
He and She and walpurgt
We walpurgen, her walpurgt
And she: walpurgen.
It used to be simply put enormous lies and relied on priests, interest and swords.
Today, the lies have put much finer, as they multiply unequal cheaper and can bring to men and women.
It has so far superior means in the sense to get people to go to her more and more what they should believe, ever einglauben yielding in apparent freedom.
One could almost say that Yahweh had known what a TV and what a Schmerzphon was, he would provide the necessary networks for also been able, he or a colleague would have probably kept.
The NSU-process, in which Beate Zschäpe to come to court, has developed into a media circus completely absurd, because now some are offended by the Dick ship media nor that they went no discount lot in the recent accreditation.
Worse still is to be feared.
Maybe it's a good thing that you can henceforth be read in regional cheese leaves and local radio stations and listen to what they have to announce it, if they do not simply make their places to money. A rather unfavorable image of the award I saw before in any case quite by accident several times by the Reuters news agency that, as usual AP and AFP pitch, in contrast to dpa. The taz is stinky offended, because they have invested in recent years so much time and money in the topic and has now also drawn the short straw. Almost the irony of this sad farce is, in fact, that Brigitte, after all, of national importance, though not to have always pulled in politics, the last valid item.
At first it all seemed to find is right, as far as I pursued this nonsense that some Turkish media a special place must be given to what, as I read, the SNB declared admissible, simply to identify a couple of chairs for Turkish media representatives (or from the quota of the Free public subtract), which comparatively well unproblematischerer solution, the OLG but did not follow the whole thing so new unrolled. (more ...)
In Südschwitz the situation is somewhat escalated, on the one hand, by the OFH to personally know ("organization Free Hintlinge"), most of whose ringleader I have the dubious privilege of a flatbed truck full already burning Hanfstrünke have dumped at night at the foot of Freiberg, each saw the flames, drumrum dancing Hintlinge, naked torso, short pants, but all firmly booted, so that the city administration unenthusiastic about this unannounced demonstration, hard Holtz plenty worried, some stoners in the capital feared the worst, namely smoke material scarcity, on the other hand I have done it , in North Goofy, in the highest circles in Berlin, after all, in advance to ensure labored think, if the things in Südschwitz are just but the only way to solve that one discreet of Switzerland paid a distance, prohibits the letterbox companies again, whereupon the money bandit's business foundation would remove these if unemployment then without any further necessary action would prefer a free will celled emigration, so that social peace could be restored in Südschwitz, averted a development that threaten to damage the reputation of the Federal Republic of Germany as a whole world can not be excluded, in short, one are cooperatively in Berlin.
With some nasty trick is of course to be expected even at any time. It says here: ". Anyone who dares North Goofy, is eaten by the Wüstenratz" (more ...)
"Künnst's gor nit loss hiegeschreib hoh gemoch."
(The above Unterfrankophorismus is created on purpose so that he even for those between Hätzfeld, Mürscht, Böscheme, Rahrbi, Ünneröschabich, Frommerschbich, Karscht, Hedefeld, Ronnerschogger, Arnsteh, Gemünne and any other in the world little known, but some quite respectable Käffer grown properly, not to process all at once.)
"I'm full as a volume!"
(After one tasted a parable of my younger son to him-do meal. Upon request from brother also confirmed for themselves. Everything away.)
Constantine, which became clear after his first Dionysian evenings at Würzburg that the university had to pay a so decorous as sustainable visit, first roamed a little space by itself as like a Altstudent or PhD student leader, on X-ray and Sander ring, Stadtaus looking round at the Botanical Institute as Hubland, auszuerspähen the right starting point and attack.
"Whoa!" - What he found there?
A small, almost innocent notice to the effect that this evening at 19.30 clock in the wake of General Studies at Sanderring a famous gay guest lecturer, Mr. Pete Reuben Randolf Dooley, on "The Genes Of Gender Studies" in the main auditorium a lecture in English with will prevent subsequent open discussion.
This pleased Constantine, of course, by having the roast duck but pretty abspaziert, do well, for so he would have to again just over a plucked with two or three pretzels, a leisurely to enjoyed Silvaner in the right beer garden, pounce, the ridge between boot times applied, ie a possibly funny how purposeful evening to look forward to.
Unfortunately, it seemed at first, so to speak, Constantine was talking to a theoretical physicist and his girlfriend, a philosophically very savvy Classicist deromaßen stated that he still drank two Silvaner and also arrived too late with the lecture still a good half hour, he alswo quite inclined diskretest back up yet to set.
He was right on. The little man down there had talked himself into a kind of peculiar ecstasy, it was weird how everything was clear that there would be hinansteigern shortly to decision sets, a battle cry, a mantra, the quintessence of his stupidity out. And of course, the set finally came. (It sat still something extra embarrassing retarding moment, then came but, as expected, to Hauptergusse.)
"Gender mens, gender Means you are somebody!" (more ...)
Since Zenzi manages the school and we share bed and board and no one has anything about it, except maybe one, although it would like to lead a school, but perhaps share with other Zenzi, the world is so beautiful and edifying for me as a long time no longer , so that I on this heaven on earth does not want to lose more unnecessary words.
Sorry, but accumulate externally, throughout Südschwitz, even here in Buschhausen the problems.
Switzerland has negotiated with the government as always strapped in North Goofy a special agreement to make Swiss can undertake all sorts of shops at special rates here, also colonize open up all sorts of shell companies and set up Abschakalskapitalgeschellschaften. The riff-raff, the falls there will Dopey Just as it is not only ethics and morality spoils noticeably in Südschwitz, but also the prices in Freiberg already bad, even in the bush living, so that it at my Hintlingen, to put it very carefully not just too popular. Allzumal yes it is not only the most corrupt of all Swiss, the pitch here, but also all the special Swiss, so those bandits money from around the world who work with special permission for a Swiss special letter box. A übleres rabble (they certainly do 70% of those parasites from) the world, if ever, have not often seen.
It threatens a veritable popular uprising in Südschwitz. Hard Holtz, the site commander of the Bundeswehr, the Olli tells me, is pretty nervous. He knows that even a fourteen year old Hintling knew prostrate three to five of those enddekadenten linnets with bare hands within seconds, their guns, which they have, wegbeißend.
There are just times estimated three thousand, but they are in a population of somewhere over one hundred thousand (no one knows exactly how many Hintlinge there really is) still unbearable. Olli said to me, and something more devastating can be of such a gewetterten host hardly hear, they were the worst fucking stupid drunkard, he had ever experienced. You know not even how to fall halfway decent off the bar stool. Your chatter is so unbearable stupid, like not even in the most run-down Rhenish drinking hall in Puffviertel would ever have to listen, because there myself Paule Penner aufbrächte more verbal originality, and if he just been cut themselves the Rüsel again at the bar. I never thought that Olli could so ablästern on his own, still very graduates guests. Some of what he said, I can not write down here because this page is not get a majority Lock purely wound, the vocabulary of a Altprofis his profession includes some curse and insult, so exercised was, as I now just have to leave your inclined fancy it.
Who knows the story of Südschwitz a little closer, now is not hard to guess what Olli, as he energized again, said we should take on all this shit now only an old vintage port, then wanted to say to me, but what I first said to hit him because sometimes a trick that I knew what he was going to say the same: "Oh dear. Olli. I should therefore belatschern the Chief Commissioner and the hard Holtz somehow, explain the Hintlingen, I had everything under control, alongside well-behaved further addressed, as though nothing would ever knock a little on the bush at the Swiss Upper Attaché, so to speak, again alongside the corresponding letter to media and politics in Northern Goofy so cunning as skillful written, as the addressees selected, quite quickly and eagerly to send. Right, or am I right? "
"It is true, of course, and you're right, but that's not enough," replied Olli, after a short, slightly astonished pause, very dry. "You must also rub shoulders with the worst of these bandits record itself. What else. "
"Oh no, Olli. Since I let a point, and you have it right away. "
"That's why we are such good friends." We drank a port and advised us in peace.
(That was a week ago. Rigid Holtz is carefully cooperative, but has of course difficult craps himself. Switzerland's Grand Mufti has welcomed me briefly, my little verschwurbelt presented concerns listened, but without much to say. And one evening I had with some of drink the fattest of these morons. doing so, a mixed picture emerged. Some of them just laugh at the resistance to their presence, other but is a little uneasy. these are the with the better instincts. One or the other of which I will probably again must meet. The letters to North Goofy are in work. I need at least three good deeds, really good. A fucking shit work. I must make no mistake. Not even think that I could make a. everything must happen as if by magic .)
I told my landlady that I have written of their wisdom, anonymous, also on how hard they work, not mentioning that they all offer us a second living room, but the fact that they probably wished no other life than this.
She was happy, almost embarrassed at the ceremony, and said, "Yes, Magnus, the people here are my family"
(She has a husband, two grown daughters and one grandchild.)
I let continuous sensitive here in comments only still go through, because I only censor if this concerns areas or decency toward other participants is injured over the measure.
That to me but hardly something so very missbehagt as this naughty habit, that I will make here again clearly.
It is not about moralizing, but simply about the anti-social in the sense behavior of this Use ends that he - there may be exceptions, but then please be entitled literary - willfully, deliberately against the habit of reading other breach so bold as pointless.
I've been wondering if I this kind unseemly insolence that bring to nothing thing, except that they get angry, although still not clear away, as the other blogger do understandably, but in principle not against with your comment.
Why should I respond to someone who willfully spits me on the table? (more ...)
Let's go down to business. (This is only the introduction.)
I know why I like almost only people who know me personally.
I speak not only not rare from what little one wants to hear, but also so that it is as certainly no one wants to hear.
I write so to speak, again and again into seemingly hermetically sealed ears.
Who not a complete idiot, often times reading here knows that the intention is vollvorsätzliche. I stab and poke tirelessly with my Ohrenpfriem. (more ...)
The reverberation of short, simple sentences of the deceased who is loved, can be tremendous. Again and again they come back, unfold once again, just as if heard for the first time.
It's like as if the one or the left one not only a constantly refreshing gift would have given, but also an increasingly valuable.
Hardly ever is the one that have been aware of the timing of the statement, which he would leave there.
"To live in the hearts of Those We leave behind is not to die." (Thomas Carlyle)
("Living in surviving heart is called immortal.") (My free translation)
These rates are by no means as only in moments of despondency, the feeling of loss; they are also Guide to the renewal of new fortunes.
You are an heir, therefore the most valuable conceivable that one can not get through it, as long as you do not completely lose your mind.
It's like as if the deceased always planted renewing worlds in one.
Yesterday I met the wine Smurf (also a bit overdone Ami and a newfound friend, with whom I then talked). He wore dark glasses in dim light, which I him, puzzled, befrug, was overthrown, the injured eye but a bit better. The wine Schlumpf my friend James, who blasphemed earnestly, the wine Smurf söffe too much, already sovereign exceeded by a few years of life.
I do not believe in drinking. But not to the non-drinking or moderate drinking. The latter, however, in the sense already that one should not unduly angrapschen women or even women farmers. And not only drink, but also create something.
The wine Smurf laughing almost always (I have only once seen him sad, he openly admitted to be knocked down a bit today, he was married and has two children, not just Trollinger experience), his German is still the last wines spotless, can French "comme une vache espagnole". He never makes trouble and is always alone its orbit in the West.
He is a gifted artist, earned it, soon 70, still a wine money to do so, it certainly is not, what is commonly referred to as happy, but to some extent already beyond Bill and injustice.
I want to see the wine wine smurf smurf still in five and ten years.
(Hopefully before he laughs not dead, because he recommended a doctor, he should drink less. But to such a suggestion, he said, well, that it had already addressed the nature of the effect by tolerate less than before.)
You slandered everything natural. It is now seen as unattractive, repulsive, disgusting even if a, a, except on the head, somewhere has hair. Soon you will no longer want there. Nothing on the head, only Shorn, Full bald, under Bald nothing in it. Simply die, your hirnzerstäubten idiot, then have your rest.
Grade I saw myself (just to see if I could then leave the house, or I'm doing this for good reasons, except when shaving, only very rarely) in the mirror and thought spontaneously: 'My God, look at you the, at least a shave and a little more Contenance could not hurt. '
How it brings a, but the night before drunk two bottles of no absinthe, finished, yet in the afternoon to look like that? (I really would not - I am a woman - to see in this stupid mirror.)
First I had the idea that thinking the beauty (even the very relative) not befördere, these rejected but then, zuwenigst of defiance.
To make the mirror responsible, I rejected even faster.
Then I had the idea that it lacked me pleasure.
That did not explain the matter but. It likes me not infrequently lacking the desire to wash, clean and tidy, but in principle I do not suffer from false desire.
I may be older now from yesterday to today hardly toes years, me no fouler than the usual hardships was in this period given, it can almost only be because I (apart from the to be trimmed beard hair) too bad, too pessimistic looking.
No too bad dreams, Mephistopheles, which I precisely, the fist-explanatory, again more am working as well with him dear, did not dare let alone approached me to become even more of my ridicule einzuhandeln, which normally would only be another reasonable explanation , namely those that I was unhappy (or at all) in love.
But this I know nothing.
Am I in love already in one, without that I would have noticed that?
On closer inspection, you will probably have to admit that this kind idiotic-tragic cases were probably already own.
Aid me now to find out what her name?
Usually it harms the recovery, at least the doctor, who also wants to live on something, not knowing what the patient is suffering. Should I be but actually in love, so I would me not so sure.
Would it namely so, it would most likely better, I would forget just what much heavier would fall, I knew in what particular Dulcinea.
Well, I do not know and will also prefer not to know.
Everything was only a momentary mental stress disorder, I go to Lidl later, shaved, like as if nothing had ever been.
My landlady is certainly one of the smartest women I ever met. (more ...)
"Light casts no shadow." - ???
This Esoterem sounds as beautiful on as stupid. (more ...)
The forty-second stratagem is that of repetition, redundancy. (This could also be called the "Lehrerstrategem" denote, but that would be shortened, too easy.) (more ...)
The forty-first stratagem is that of the active failure. (more ...)
I would really like Once a reasonable explanation (except that the zero for the production of a coordinate plane very convenient), which is why mathematicians treat zero as a number, but not infinity.
Zero is yes, as infinitely small, only the equivalent of, the reciprocal of infinity, so infinite. So to speak, one (divided by infinity or whatever rational or irrational, real finite number) through infinity.
Or does there but one that the nothing really there? (more ...)
Matters into German-Südschwitz be as fast almost tragic and can be sensibly resolved at last.
Zenzi told me that I was indeed a "quite competent headmaster," "no net so unbuschig", finally (oh, how I hear poisoned half flattery of full erbuschten Niederbayer Inside!), They've also remains nothing against me (ie, women woman, almost everything), they consider it but for educationally inappropriate that they continue to live barely one square away from me, because that would lead too much on rumors that it might do, to accept employment in Freiberg, it brings Although hardly have the heart it does not go on, however, that, as deputy head of its authority and that therefore the lose the phony cheap concubine of the rector's.
Before I knew to counter even a word, she burst into tears, wild, but this just as quickly wipe defiant, said angrily: "If it must at least be so!"
Des I could now not be assigned. For the moment I had ever dared to look too friendly, their undoubted charms sake, addressed beyond the philological, more than one official coffee to put her under to catch me. Now this. I could lose almost exclusively.
She looked at me that is not that how well stammered as if a declaration of love on my part could help now somewhere beyond or even -hin. While I understand some of linguistics, but on this particular part of the same areas I felt never particularly erstudiert or even safe. So I decided it was probably an inspiration, spontaneously, as never done before, now once zuammenzubrechen on the spot. First of all. I broke down hard.
My face was, as I let it be ashen and special simultaneously with small red spots number übersäete, the chin slightly trembling with despair, her eyes osmiumkalt, otherworldly hard granitic; more horror, naked terror, at the same time final determination in final desperation, saw no woman ever. (more ...)
About the speed of light, atoms at zero Kelvin, superconductivity by K3C60, zero time passes single electrons, thus infinite speed: I wonder how much still needs to be shown to the common physical dogmas finally fall. I know, however, why they should not fall. (more ...)