I now placing them all in a pot and greetings at least until the New Year and no longer wish also no more anything, unless I should go over to a degree irritate it.
What not to say, that I will not otherwise meantime maybe lose a few words.
So: Happy all, merry celebrations all, except of course the evil. The few.
Again the next round in charity.
Since we now have a center-left government (as it's called, I think) that abuts only on left-wing opposition, we know already where the journey goes next year.
Germany will be so politically correct, as never before. You will at least try.
The left one has been before the mummy was of the Seven Little Goats defense minister, where especially in the war, she says, the man is one, made it clear that they must agree to wars of aggression in future, if ever something to be with the part in the government. (I think it was also a pretty blonde girl that the best I said, only slightly younger and of the SPD. Maybe I just think a little too much before Christmas.)
As far as I know, we even have a Innenminster. At least it means that again. Of course, he works for the same people, the Americans, like its predecessor, this perfect bankrupt.
"Steinmeier kicks off immediately and watscht Russia from": This headline, 17. 12. I was just about the new old foreign minister in one of those noticeable'd seed newspapers in the world, where you sign the contract of employment that you exclusively in Germany for Israel and the United States is engaged.
But Gentiles also. Now the German Foreign Minister has equal times abgewatscht Russia. Where is it difficult to determine the jaw hurt, back there in the dark cold east.
Sovereignty aspirations will be no fear of this government in any case so quickly. With all that has crawled the Ami out of your ass, Russia anstinken. In the middle of Europe is nothing new.
Oh yes, a gold Saxony we have now in the Ministry of Labour, which makes sure that the Nahles makes no shit.
Gabriel is very sturdy, almost too robust. If he now starts the galling frustration among the Mummy, the first he would not feel comfortable, then he bursts probably at some time before the scheduled time.
There was someone in the Cabinet? The Schäuble there is certainly still the ish clear.
Yes, the more talk of freedom to the more slavish one acts to the more freedom and self-determination is taken to the people. The president is in the undisputed role model: as it should be.
Yes, this baggage we got were, even at Christmas. But also itches me not much. Otherwise we would just presents another boot lickers.
The French suffered their Hollande finally, and the English their Cameron; when I think of these shady scoundrels, I already feel ashamed after all, not so much for Merkel. The would possibly even more able to lead a less corrupt government, wofern that would allow, as those other humplichten high bricklayers from the hypocritical form. (Do not worry about me, if our Germania from Templin reaps a Viertelslob of me here, allzumal an unquestionably poisoned.)
How do I get really on the policy and the weak Maten involved ours, but where I paid a kind of edifying Christmas Greeting actually made at my desk?
A delusion? A faith do?
No, that will not do. We need ornaments and tinsel and candles and gifts and a roast and the tree and best wine Genung and children's laughter and songs and happy guests.
The only to himself sometimes a bit of laughing malice, which is also a Zigarettchen and a Konjäckchen granted to a second, later festive stroll through local hall.
Angel I have this year, however, probably with some reason not available. Your fact they gave me all stolen or borrowed. So get along with those who you have.
Since I know only 24 Angelic Realms called, I sometimes go out even the angels. I ask for your indulgence.
As my gift from my Angel takers to me.
Who now for Christmas still needs a devil, so that's really tingles, I can hardly serve for free, for where it applies to contradict gods, because I ask myself a mite.
At Christmas Mephistopheles sits but anyway just cowered under the trap door under the banquet table, hopes of a moment, because Grämliches, schwappe him to the hatch verhelfend, in glass and speech.
Maybe I tease him even a little, this year, because he is lame again, the clubfoot, to spoil me the year as it would please him.
Oh, and who wants that also say that Jesus Christ, I do not know from which I indeed already the legends the ranked him suspiciously, a nice greeting from me, because finally I can not rule out that he lived, nor even, that he was a dear broadly.
Redsamen evening, happy night.
