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Goldman Sachs swears from the NWO (II)

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Dave Silverberg is swallowed by the earth. The rumors are that the National Security Council of the United States of America virtually nonstop met since his return from Moscow, Silverberg has to do there very intense.

It speaks according to our research, at least nothing that would Silverberg meanwhile slipped in the bathtub or there, the rest would have given edge or have to give.

On Wall Street, meanwhile, is suspicious. Who knows what Goldman time up to?

Man jokes already, the NWO have it anyway never existed, so those wishing to renounce almost certainly ridiculous or even a hinterfotzigerer trick, but this time was transparent.

"It is not for the Dutch government to comment on the humor of a speaker of a private bank, be it ever so great, as long as not necessarily Dutch interests are at stake." So The Hague.

Ueli Maurer, in his federal President, stated addressed in relation to the bench Switzerland, that Switzerland had now made for several centuries, their cosmic order, with visible success, it was all in the Lot.

And, no, the Minister sons arrested in Turkey after all reportedly as little to do with the Goldman-NWO affair as the French "intervention" in Central Africa.

Not even the island dispute between Japan and China are - at least directly - expected very ambivalent half capitulation range - to put it mildly - this in the orbit.

It is true also do not like the a joker spread on the net that "Nonwo" in the maternity hospitals of Delhi and Mumbai had shot up to the most common girl names, as the Times of India brought a corresponding headline. And the "left-autonomous" rioters in Hamburg have probably not even know what it mitgekriegt that their patrons seem to have fallen into heavy water.

It will be exciting for a while. The thing is not eaten.

Goldman Sachs swears the NWO from

Saturday, December 21, 2013

The spokesman for Goldman Sachs today, albeit with a slightly trembling voice, but clearly audible, at least for the time being renounced before the world press the New World Order.

Dave Silverberg said, after a lightning trip that had led him to Beijing and Moscow, clearly took something: "We all have to sit down and talk. What was projected as the New World Order hasnt proven fit for our times. "

More questions let Silverberg not. The Chancellor's Office reports that for it to submissions of private bankers, not external.

Strange. The discounts for large banks are surprisingly moderate, some industrials pull even at. The calm before the storm.

A stunning capital inflow is everywhere where it supposedly something certain to purchase real is much more violent than the last few years.

Suddenly, the money comes from the Virgin Islands back in circulation. Rather, it tries desperately to get back thereinto.

For there is ausschakalt quickly. How will all this money air legitimize a sudden?

Mr. Silverberg may still make his illusions, but it is after all soon gone forever, with the counterfeit money.

Why "The Third Sex"? - From the Fifth!

Sunday 08 December 2013

To be a hermaphrodite, so infertile, hereby mankind so threatening as male and female, which is aptly supported, celebrated as a model for the future.

But what if one has the fourth generation?

Or at least the fifth, like me?

I am of gender moderately at least one Pentagrammaton.

Yes, like as if I were an Unspeakable: My gender is not only one, the female and male and Neuter bärge and united, no, it is based moreover also on spiritual kinship and descent in the broader sense.

The Fifth Gender pulling the hitherto known to me the heaviest lot.

It takes so much understanding for yourself that therefore a fortiori not understand one.

The five sexes must always be brought into a harmonious Pentagramma in the golden section, and yet we must never cut anything, not even his foreskin.

I feel überschwerstdiskriminiert.

No lobby for my minority.

All those of the majority society (heterosexuals, homosexuals, hermaphrodite, TransgendererInnen, undecided) go away without mercy on us.

It will not help, as that I have a strongly-worded complaint to contest the recognition of my sexual identity at the EU Court of Human Rights.

Save pharmaceutical industry! (II)

Thursday, November 21, 2013

We must also reform these stupid religions. It must be clear that is going to hell, who does not go to the doctor every two weeks at least.

There, where believed in reincarnation, must be made clear that in the next life at best a cockroach with congenital multiple Hüftschaden and chronic bronchitis is who fails to comply with this rule.

Garlic Family are generally prohibited. When the bulb finally went. Finally mercury in the bulbs. Exemplary.

It is also essential that is already taught in elementary school, parents who send in a stomach ache or diarrhea their children to the doctor immediately to immediately report to the authorities.

In addition, the total Grippeimpfzwang must be found. And: No inoculant more without thimerosal and squalene.

Speaking of children: Every child has ADHD. Or have you ever seen a good kid all the time?

It also includes last more polonium in tobacco products. Why do people smoke it?

Important that all reasonable measures, however, is that life expectancy is not too much reduced. Any chronic illness should last a long time. The sustainability principle must apply Alleweil.

Benzoic acid is in all foods. Also good emulsifiers. And benzodiazepines.

Glass bottles are to be prohibited. Uneconomical. Plasticizers include in PET bottles.

Who - for example - his child against stomach ache makes a fennel, heard over the unauthorized practicing medicine in court, deprived of the custody logical.

Health insurance must finally fulfill their duty. There must be no contribution rebates for healthy subjects. Again: What do we actually have the EU?

The word "healthy" is to make the non-word. It must be made clear to everyone that this is just a meaningless semantic construct.

Who does not go to the doctor when he sprained his ankle or headache, is a potential suicide. What else. So closed.

The word "malaise" belongs repaid. No one is just so merely uncomfortable.

Those who still dares to feel uncomfortable simply, is to medicate as a paranoid conspiracy theorist.

Anyway, everyone has to be considered as a paranoid conspiracy theorist who does not change his diet to microwave ready. Microwave eventually kills germs. Who does not know, accepted, even the help is only in the closed.

Oh yes.

The necessary Angänge are many.

But still lack the right commitment.

Even some doctors do not take their pills.

The are all equal in the Closed.

And it was just the Exempels sake.

Save pharmaceutical industry! Dead tax and penalty tax for Healthy!

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Almost more than compassion for the poor banks that we have to save regularly in order to survive, I have with the pharmaceutical industry.

In Germany, for example, we completed the sale of antidepressants - as I read just - can not even whole to increase by half between 2007 and 2011.. Nevertheless, not even two billion daily doses per year.

After all, the amphetamine - Children's Drug - methylphenidate one came in the last 15 years, probably from kilos to tons. A drop in the ocean, however.

Really shameful is the fact that the beer and the wine is not prohibited in this questionable dismal situation.

Millions more went to the doctor, where they eventually belong, these overdue measure would finally implemented. Why do we have an EU?

Some psychiatric hospitals, which are also chronically understaffed, even the damn patients' rights, especially against medication, were strengthened at least in theory. This can make an already scared.

Even the Novartis share falters now. It has risen in the last year degrees times from 46 to 58 euros! Who sack but also, to make a living?

Will people not finite quickly sicker, so it might make smaller manufacturers soon deathblow straight.

After all, a small ray of hope, the hemp prohibition still holds some extent. Just imagine what would happen if that too would fall. Hemp is way too cheap, as that the people should give him instead wirtschaftsförderlicheren drugs. Pull hemp is easier than cabbage or tomatoes. Horribly, you just because everyone should think.

How many doctors would as likely to be unemployed? How many pharmacies went bankrupt?

And only the psychiatrist. At the conclusion they were out of sheer despair nor Scientologists. Or worse even. Perhaps equally terrorists. Unincorporated well to boot.

Even the campaigns to go to a check-up every week, grab, especially in men, not as they should. Where you but every time when one only looks good, find something!

The people, many in any case, are already an evil scum. I'm sorry that I have to be so clear. Let the growth industry in itself simply die without mercy.

Eat the garlic, olive oil, easy drinking red wine. Saboteurs. Volkswirtschaftsvernichter.

Some of them were even years not the doctor. Which give a damn if doctors have to live under the bridge, receptionists to the bar. Social parasites. Drecksgesocks.

Yes, the situation is desperate.

How should the industry for a living somehow patch, panthenol and iodine ointment? That's not even enough for the first two weeks in January. Deibel well.

When it what would bring the whole rabble would be abolished.

Unfortunately, however, is who is dead not sick.

Since nature has made a fatal mistake.

It therefore needs a permanent death tax.

And a tax penalty for healthy subjects.

Otherwise it is not.

Valium and Ritalin in the crib!

Haldol in the nursery!

No school without antidepressant!

No job without weekly doctor's visit!

No tenure without medical psychotherapy!

Damn you!

Somehow, this will get added yet!

From the aphorism as a therapeutic

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Many aphorism has something to do with the healing of mental Spukphämonene. (See the last: "From linguists and Quantofanten")

Some Strange likes doing for years, in a rätteln to a herumrätteln until it finally packed on that forelock, the aphorism itself usually does not have known.

Not infrequently, still makes you feel any better after this strange act.

And it was poured into a yet so amorphous form: the numinous disappears.

It may not be defeated, but the Rätteln can nevertheless after.

In addition, find out from where we still do not know whose it is also always a starting point for a beautiful parable or a satire.

This is what the soul, and who also do not know what it is, whether any one had a, then twice as good.

The real Dreieinfaltigkeit achieved if you know it eventually derive a great novel.

The "Un" Mischief is also there only because of the Fugs. Finally, there would be no need Fug without us. Or have you ever seen an "Un"?

However, I have to get back to the Quantofanten and Quarkomaten readily already Unquanten and (Gottlob also!) Unquark seen and heard and tasted.

A Unquant (some might say, but this is very southern Germany colloquially, "Unsquant" to it) for example is a decent one and a half pound mallet or a large chainsaw from Stihl. Since no more questions arise. Here in the Swabian yes hot feet quantum well, especially if they are large and stink accordingly.

Unquark is more easily defined: This is everything that is not a quark, so enjoyable.

When asked what exactly is a Ungott, I will here now but not received. It hurt religious sentiments of the people so not without hardship.

As from Goldman Sachs and the first only the Sachs remained

Friday 08 November 2013

The Goldman Sachs met.

The Goldman had as always guarded the gold, and the Sachs kept the ax.

"Goldman" said Sachs, "I need half of the gold, because I have the grinder."

"What? Half of the gold for the grinder? Are you crazy? "

"The prices in the grinder have extremely tight. Do I have to explain to you that everything is more expensive? "

"Still! A decade in the year, but so far always enough! "

"He wants a quarter now. And I want to start trying out retirement planning already for next year. If the wiper no longer grinds, then we are soon perdu. You know probably as good as me. "

"Now sometimes, we do not want to argue. As he justified the price increase? "

"He says that the Chinese ask so much, and the Russians. He've barely good stones. "

"Asshole."

"Yes, but what's the use?"

"Did you idiot completed because no long-term contracts with him?"

"Of course. But he has just terminated unilaterally. "

"And you can offer to you?"

"He just said that I could make it so. Without my sharp ax was then quickly all the gold away. As soon which would, even Japs and Brazilians and the rest of the whole rabble to take back the rest. No renegotiations, nada, niente. "

Reluctantly led Goldman Sachs in the magazine, gave him the half.

That was the Sachs, which has always half had heard, of course, too little, and therefore he slew the Goldman, because that his ax was still good enough.

So he thought after this year loops nevertheless still be able to have three-quarters from the store. And next year, at least he nor his agreed attributable half.

Biotriazine

Saturday 02 November 2013

Against the Biotriazine - the best-known active substance is Thiomercaptanal - are themselves all benzodiazepines Krippenkram.

Self LSD or muscarinic are judged laugh.

They have, on the one hand, an effect similar to hard alcohol, taken in the short term and in excess, but in no way lead in doing so comparable effect on acute split personality, mental and linguistic loss of control.

The patient (ie: the Erleidende, Erduldende) will (should) do exactly what he normally never einließe.

Ideally, he turns right through, delivers himself or commits suicide the same. So heals itself, at least for those who do not believe in reincarnation, forever.

In general, these drugs are used only by people who are so paranoid that they believe that the NSA HAARP exists and is not a harmless alaskanischer radio station.

So when Allerschwerstgestörten.

So far, only known a case of relative resistance to therapy.

This lunatic drank when he felt even unerklärlichst weird, just so much, this animal, that he knew how to explain his condition therefore.

That the medication could be tricked such a way so that no therapist had expected.

One does dessenthalben in the industry already violently thoughts: alcohol, not directly, but indirectly as an antidote.

Alcohol is available in the countries that are under medical care considerably, anytime, anywhere: hereby throughout the quasi-potential antidote.

Not even the Biotriazine thus act as desired, for sure.

Kick the Göllerlifte 2022 Qatar?

Friday, November 01, 2013

It has been reported to me that I should mitkicken 2022 Qatar.

You dispose of there, because the evil unfortunately no longer avert even more useful instead of more expensive Bundesliga players, dear old Seckel like me who does not need more.

I asked it, because then what would probably pop out for myself. Quite sober.

99 virgins I will not accept it, not even in the afterlife, because that would have me as a young guy already been many of those.

Also, I no longer kicked without drinking before at least a beer. The liquid, energy and for the sake of minerals. Least 10 minutes I should hold out so well.

As they had planned to smuggle because my beer into the stadium to me. Because I needed now already guarantees. Signed by Franz, at least, not by a hypocritical, decadent sheik, who had probably not even turned a half Bossenstein in his life.

As the people of the Fifa were still a little nervous. I told them, namely, that I wanted to not only the beer, also guaranteed by the Mossad safe conduct, but also the premium, even insofar as I know down here still weiterzukrabbeln.

So Golds genung, whether dead or alive.

Because they thought that they would have to first consult again with Sepp and Michel.

Finally, the film rights were sold at my Verröcheln, and thus would result yet legal complications.

They thought that I hear from them again.

I do not think they keep their word.

I pee on Goal

Monday, October 28, 2013

Yes, the theme is a bit vulgar. But the thing so reasonable.

Save time and make me tonight at the Stuttgart Theatre Rosenau in my share of short-chaos ("Open Stage") see sink of about ten minutes.

I hope that at least another one but me is so stupid that he laughs sometimes.

The performance will abhegen in clean central Swabian, tolerable written German and of course some excellent English.

Who is your own fault if he can not afterwards deny credible to know me a little.

This will then know why the Merkelin is no onion, but an artichoke.

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Supplement

When I turn right, maybe kömmt even add a little lower Franconian.

Age gentleness? Wat?

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Oh my shit.

I found it quite a few times long, and it is reasonably erschröcklich.

Age clemency must 'I know.

Onset age clemency.

Everyone knows that normally are the harbingers of the onset of dementia.

(You can see it klariter: plural and singular are no longer to keep clean.)

I think it's not funny.

Alone, that alone is not enough for a real or feigned mental Full crisis, gets me even mediocre.

My right arm, it is always better, and it probably pays the brain.

Shit damn well.

One can but, like you are getting older and weaker, physically and in spirit, do not let all the bandits, Bilderbergers and federal non-constitutional protection simply run as a alswie Gretchen with perhaps a little too small breasts.

Where would we be?

Yes, bad question.

Only dawning, halbschimmelige, übelst abhängende, maybe just her Restschmerzphon operating capability lounging around the last burnt oven that still smells in such a republic after Endwärme.

I Will there really going?

No.

I'll have to talk to my clemency Seriously. Even Mild must behave reasonably portable human. Finally, we are the ones who have ever invented.

Enough.

Self-pity is not better than dementia controlled Age clemency.

"Truther" Together miss is as past

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

I am just noticed by readers Dude zu https://unzensiert.zeitgeist-online.de/2011/07/06/truther-mit-dem-begriff-lauft-es-nicht/comment-page-1/#comment-239586 einen Link hired a "Trutherlink" - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVZRgKZefCk - a pleasant Jasinna vocally, but also rather diabolical invests its likeness that I now long gone, none of these stupid Guy Fawkes masks've seen on the streets. (How else can I say to his children: "Look, although the look like the worst mobsters, but in reality there are the good guys!" -?)

Either have learned what a few people, or are just simply again just as through other modes. (The latter probably has more weight.)

From "Anonymous" I have not noticed much that can of course be because I work so much and fall asleep.

Pirates? Was there by Captain Morgan Pirate yet?

Idiots there are for sure yet. To know that, I have not even on the Gass'.

After all, I can see that myself without eye patch and red Kalottentuch without lip piercings bandit mask at least a little like this, like as if I would have survived a few less glorious days. On Kindererschrecken me is still nothing. Not even if it is just "in" again.

It is now well back into the hottest club and doing there as long as, or talking about it at least one that you just do not get bored until the next sow driven through the village.

What, on the other hand, during Carnival, for that matter, at All Saints, in children, a venial fun, I still can not understand the meaning of serious socio-political work in adults.

My approximately that Kissinger and Brzezinski a shirk a few such infantile basically Kapriolanten whether their exterior hard candy into your shirt?

The dissipated energy with the funs of provocation.

The suspicion is that at times we do not encourage this kind of shapes and lifts. So the protest party, a party to the just also celebrated with more or less hangover.

I want so neither dismiss the efforts of those Jasinna, nor probably some anonymous people, even some pirates of the first hour in total; Nevertheless, the three examples connects a irrseliges concept.

I tend, as everyone knows, who knows me, not only to intellectualist Miesepeterei, am looking for a rough and tumble fun and Dionysian nights Alleweil readily have.

I also do not bother to Gothics and similar figures. But everything in its place.

I also looked on, as a chimney sweep. Not even so rare. Some people furnace and some stovepipe was clean already.

Therefore, it would not fall but to me seriously to open a party of Rußverschmierten or Satan Zombies. Something to do on the stage, in the satirical, sometimes becoming liberating laughter.  

Something to tie at most in a concept concepts in a well regulated, if you want to achieve something, why not: It does not make it to the bearing concept.

From the autumn and the art of cold forging

Thursday, October 17, 2013

It struck me as unusual as this year.

From yesterday on yesterday so many leaves on the road.

Time as a motorcyclist hineinzubremsen not too hard into the turn.

Even the pretty Sahra from the left, I saw that a bit crumpled, yesterday, where the magic in Stuttgart West Begins, located in an urban flower bed, even pathetic.

The ESM discount, so to speak.

Maybe even a Verfassungslosigkeitsrabatt?

As one might think but a little of our Till, whistling a tune uphill, in the fall, so to speak, while downhill of spring perceiving, three looks rather annoyed.

Others, I knew a student who swore it, he fall in love is always in the autumn (an Upper Palatinate, which, strangely enough, was not based this on the seasonal better or worse quality of beer), drives the joy of climbs probably somewhat less philosophical than they think , He at least had no explanation as to why it was so reliable at him so.

At which to take an example, I advise But not the only reason anyone.

Sure, gives a one at Lidl in April a smile, so may be as in the dawn of the second half of October, the effective weaker. Where the hormones already weaken, the brain - even that which his stomach - for offsets the more zealous.

Simply anverlieben against the menacing Schwarzgalligkeit. In itself is not fundamentally stupid idea. Only a saublöde.

The pitch simply expel the sulfur. Show the old iron again, that it was just once but only forged to know not only lying around and little communication.

Yes, now would be the grown wealthy history restores even have time to say something about singing iron. Of iron that remember who they were before. Which are only what they always wanted to be. The whole story of the forging.

The singing with the iron concepts in this context, but probably even more so three times hardly any who blacksmith still allzumal, so that this view of vibration conditions, employee catchy, may need to be postponed until a full moon after the winter solstice not Steinmetz.

Cold to forge nunmal best with good cold.

Deniers as a profession

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Can deniers actually already learned as a profession?

Can you live from denial?

The second question was almost as stupid as the first. (more ...)

We are freelance writers nots (III)

Friday, October 04, 2013

It's amazing that you have not forbidden. Or that there is no decree, which declared us as rights. And outlaws. Where are the Fehmgerichte?

Finally, it is so, not only to marginalize and ridicule. We are the horses apple on the white tablecloth. We dare not to grumble. What an insufferable insolence.

We are tilgendes rabble. It is not enough not to read with us. For as long as we can publish, could do so but one. And then you can not even censor ourselves on our sites ado or block. An intolerable situation, indeed.

Also real names are prohibited in any case we. This fact suggest, naughty, hinterlistigst that it actually would give us.

Probably also need of nothing comes nothing, bounties forth.

Hushing finally not enough. None of them croak from us so quickly.

The most vicious to us is that we are even partially mocking and slander resistant. And that we - like helping to what devil? - Always coming up with things that are good and just do not get the itself. Antisocial haunts.

Any assholes have still not effective changed the laws against us. As you wonder what conspiracy behind it. Harmless light bulbs are banned, and we are still allowed to roam free. A social scandal first order.

Evil and that still nobody dares to really open about the necessary steps. An almost perverse to be named because inhibition seems to be present. What are you afraid of?

Stoning but otherwise quite normal jail for opinion also. Why here dares not zoom right?

I have no idea why you can not just eliminate these enemies of the people. Because sometimes even patriots here, but this would require no further ado.

Yes, the world is bad. Above all, it is cowardly.

Vom Jammern und der Nichterlösung des Teufels

Freitag, 27. September 2013

So: Jetzt jammere ich auch mal.

Wenn ich mir meine letzten drei Artikel anschaue, bloß die, dann muss ich mich doch fragen, welcher Teufel von meiner Seele so umfassend Besitz nahm, dass er mich seit nunmehr über einem Vierteljahrhundert in die Sprachwissenschaft trieb und seitdem nicht mehr daraus losließ.

So eine Drecksau. Ich hätte ein anständiges bürgerliches Leben aufbauen können, hätte dieser Erzschuft, der das offenkundig unter keinen Umständen zulassen wollte, mich nicht derart ins gesellschaftliche Abseits geführt.

Systematisch machte er mich zum Denkkranken, zum Misfit. Dosis um Dosis machte er mich zum verworfenen Subjekt, er lehrte mich Etymologie und Semantik, und immer wieder Semantik.

D (weiterlesen…)

Vom Testosterone und von deliranten Selbststerilanten

Dienstag, 24. September 2013

Vor ein paar Tagen kam es zu einem, wenn man so will, typischen Männergespräch.

Dieser lesenswerte tragikomische Beitrag über sich medikamentös-hormonell unfruchtbar machende Jugend- und Muskelprotze regte mich dazu an, davon zu berichten.

http://www.faz.net/aktuell/wissen/medizin/anti-aging-juenger-und-muskuloeser-aber-auch-unfruchtbar-12577292.html

Wieder einmal die Probleme der Welt wälzend, waren wir auf das Thema männliche Aggression gekommen, wozu mein (humanmedizinisch hochgebildeter) Gesprächspartner meinte, diese borde doch in sehr vielen Fällen deshalb über, da es an Triebabfuhr zum Testosteronabbau fehle, da tue die Damenwelt einfach zuwenig für den modernen Mann. (Homoerotik ließ er außen vor; er ist ein Konservativer.)

Er hatte schon öfter von jenem ominösen Testosteronproblem gesprochen, und mir war, wohl aus Unachtsamkeit, nie aufgefallen, was mir jetzt plötzlich durch den Kopf schoss.

“Wieso denn eigentlich Testosteron-ABBAU? Ich will doch von einer Frau, wenn schon, dann Testosteron-AUFBAU! Wozu Abbau? Bin ich denn blöd?”

Es war schon spät, wir kamen also nicht mehr dazu, der Sache genauer zu erörtern.

Ich habe ehrlich gesagt auch keine Ahnung, ob ein erfülltes Sexualleben eher zum Testosteronauf- oder abbau führt. Wahrscheinlich beides, allerdings mit mehr Aufbau, der abzubauen. Vermute ich jedenfalls.

Lustig – naja, wenn man den Humor dafür mitbringt jedenfalls – , dass, wofern ungefähr stimmt, was in dem FAZ-Artikel steht, frau sich, wenn sie einen schon leicht angejahrten Begatter sucht, lieber auf einen etwas schrumpeligen Typen einlässt, der zwar nicht so hormonzusatzbegabt straff und jugendlich aussieht, bei dem es aber dafür noch mit der Spermienproduktion (hoffentlich auch der Ausgabe derselben) klappt. Und: Bodybuilder sollten schon in jungen Jahren als sehr zweifelhafte Kindszeuger ausgemacht werden.

Ob sich ob dieser Befunde wohl eine neue – postmoderne – Form der Anmache für gesetztere Männer entwickeln wird?

“Ey weißte ey, ich hab' zwar nicht den Riesenbody, so wie zum Beispiel diese zwei Lutscher da drüben, aber dafür bringe ich es im Zweifel noch. Was die in den Oberarmen haben, das habe ich dafür im Sack.”

Ja, so direkt muss man natürlich nicht gleich rangehen. Man kann es sicher auch eleganter anbringen, je nach Weibstypus.

Und man kann selbstverständlich auch noch auf den minden Verstand, eine möglicherweise genetisch bedingte Hirnschwäche bei jenen hinweisen, die sich, um attraktiver zu sein, potenter auch, ihre Fruchtbarkeit wegmedikamentieren.

Décadents. Ausschuss.

Halbkaiserwetter am Nichtwahlsonntag: ein Zeichen?

Sonntag, 22. September 2013

Was für ein Sonnenscheinmacher war da am Werke?

Wie viele UFOs brauchte der?

Waren es Schiffe von Reptilischen oder von Reichsdeutschen oder von Mantiden?

Spottet der unser, oder ist das eine Belohnung?

Eine Belohnung für wen und für was?

Sollten wir lediglich begreifen, dass es die Sonne nicht kratzt, wenn unter ihr ein Trauerspiel veranstaltet wird?

In all den Schleierwolken, die uns Sols Licht zu verschatten trachteten, sahe ich magische Zeichen und Weltformeln, alles war kosmischer Code.

Ogott. Ojessas. Da schwoben Timur Lenk und Nebukadnezar in einem Nachen, versuchten mir mit verzweifelten Ruderbewegungen und unter Zurufversuchen, die vom Äther in einem pulsenden Sirren verschluckt, näherzukommen, was ihnen aber offenkundig jener gestrenge giftgrüne Engel verwehrte, das kleine Gefährt schaukelnd, unter Gelächter, alswie's ihm beliebte.

Doch, Schemhamphorasch und Heilandsack aber auch!

Eine unsichtbare Stimme erhob sich – sie klang ein wenig nach Kastrat, aber das können die atmosphärischen Verhältnisse oder Interferenzen durch die vielen Tachyonenantriebe gewesen sein – und schnitt durch das ganze Getümmel, da oben, das ja noch erst in Ansätzen beschrieben: “Magnus, wir sind alle nur Projektionen deiner Seele auf das Innere deines Schädels! Glaube nicht, was du siehst und hörst.”

“Pah”, antwortete ich, “das kann ja jeder sagen. Scharlatane wie dich kenne ich gleich raus. Mag aber auch sein, dass du vor allem neidisch bist, mir diese ganze höhere Schau nicht gönnst. Spaßverderber gibt es immer ein paar. Das wird bei euch nicht anders sein.”

Es folgte nur noch ein erst lautes, dann schnell verlöschendes Zischen als Antwort.

Derweil erscholl etwa von Nordnordost her ein mächtiges Getöse und Gebrüll: Gewaltige Ritter auf siebenbeinigen Rossen prallten widereinander, Schwerter, Hellebarden, Morgensterne, Steitäxte, ja selbst Riesenhämmer aus Titanit fuhren zu wildesten Streichen, mancher wankte auch mal nach höllischem Hiebe, doch, sapperlot, diese Jungs vertrugen wirklich eine Menge, so dass keiner fiel.

Woher diese Kampfeskraft rühren mochte? Oh, siehe da, etwas schemenhaft im Hintergrunde reckte sich eine Tribüne, woselbst die – na, nennen wir sie mal Damen – sich in ihren Logen amüsierten, wohl dessen wartend, was von den tapferen Degen für sie übrigbliebe. An Gemmen, Diademen und golddurchwirkten Kleidern fehlte es ihnen immerhin jetzt schon nicht.

'Heilandsbimbam!', dachte ich bei mir, 'die hauen sich doch tatsächlich wegen ein paar Edelnutten auf die Rübe, dass der Saft rausläuft, was machen diese Idioten, wenn einer das Schießgewehr erfindet?' (weiterlesen…)

Merkel-Inkantation gechannelt!

Freitag, 20. September 2013

O Mampfa Giermania!

O Angelallah: Wie hassest Du das Tand beglüget!

Verarmt wahr einmal streich

Und äh schon barm wisst es gewohnt

Wes der Stasi dar ist nun der NSA

Uns aller fest Du siebst

Und magst Ese

Simmer better und noderner

Schlerk zerriebst

Dass jetzo mich's gicht dicht'

Liecht stur van dat mir

Und wollt' auch pur zwei Bier

Ahn Dir triegt et nicht

Vällt irgendwo

Gar unfroh

Inloh

Anhiero

Trost durch den Rost

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Ja: Ich darf, nein SOLL! diese Heilige Schrift hier veröffentlichen.

Trotz der teilweisen Störung der Übertragung durch Empfängerrauschen (siehe die Passage mit den zwei Bier) hieß man mich den Text so niederschreiben, wie er mir in die Feder kanalte.

Die Botschaft stammt von einer diskarnierten Wesenheit, die sich als Neuenelferekziona vorstellte, indem sie loslegte.

Kein Buchstabe dürfe verändert werden, kein Zeichen, denn hier seien tiefe Geheimnisse, die kommenden drei Äonen bestimmend, für die wahren Adepten verschlüsselt.

Mehr erklärte sie nicht. Sie antwortete mir auch nicht auf die Frage, weshalb ich denn für diese weltumwälzende Offenbarung zum irdischen Sprachrohre auserwählet worden sei. (Ich vermute fast, man hat es ihr auch nicht gesagt.)

Am besten aber hat mir beim Schreiben gefallen, dass ich mal wirklich nichts dabei denken musste. Was für eine Erholung, was für ein Privileg!

Und dann noch, noch besser: Ich bin dadurch für diesen Text in allerkeinster Weise verantwortlich. Immerhin ist er klaritsterster nicht von mir.

Ich hätte mich, ehrlich gesagt, auch niemals alleine getraut, so etwas loszulassen, das auf meine Kappe zu nehmen. Ich habe zwar nicht überall den besten Ruf, aber schließlich bin ich derzeit nunmal inkarniert, kann also nicht beliebig aus dem Äther auftauchen und dann einfach wieder in ihn ab.

So lose hätte ich auch mal Lust, schreiben zu können, ohne dass die Leute begönnen, mir Ersatzrädchen und -muttern fürs Oberstübchen hinterherzutragen, gnadenlos.

Wenn ich aber mal diskarniert bin, dann leiste ich mir auch solche Sachen, jedenfalls, wenn man mich lässt.

Mir schwant nämlich durchaus, dass es auch nicht jeder diskarnierten Wesenheit so ganz beliebig erlaubt wird, sich irgendeinen beliebigen Loser herauszusuchen, um ihn die Unbilden der nächsten 6 000 Jahre kodifiziert aufsagen zu lassen. Wahrscheinlich muss man sich da eine ganze Weile hochdienen. Adeptus Diskarnatus Mediokrus dürfte der mindeste Grad sein, den man erlangt haben sollte.

It does not matter. Ich bin und bleibe stolz darauf, dass Neuenelferekziona jetzt gleich, sobald ich “Veröffentlichen” gedrückt habe, durch mich der ganzen Welt für 200 bis 300 Generationen den Weg gewiesen haben wird.

Wahldag en Schduegerd (Rond om d'Leonhardskirch)

Donnerstag, 19. September 2013

Der Emil on der Karle hän am Sehmschdich Obed em Schiller doch noh mächdig oin naiglassa on dreffed sich derwäga der Wedd am andera Middag vorra sellichdem Wahllokal.

“Jo, Karle, du hosch geschdern em Schiller dia grause Goscha khet, da de noh heit ajedara, die wo mer mid emma Schubkarra no fordbrengd, an Heiradsohdrag machsch, wann se bloß ed en dui Wahlbaiz naigohd.”

“Doh war i abber bsoffa.”

“Des isch doch egal, des wara mer boide.”

“Ond due hosch gmoind, du weddeschd dohanda middema Blagadohzuag derherladscha, wo druffschdohd: 'En dr Leonhardsdroß geit's gnuag Hura, wa ganged ihr noh do nai en den bleda Puff?'”

“Vielleicht hämmer's geschdern em Schiller z'ernschd gmoind, mid dera Daggel. Gugg se der amol oh, wia dia do nairenned. Dia sen meh wia bloß bsoffa.”

“Rechd hosch. Wemmer sich des Drauerspiel ohguggd, des kohsch faschd ed mai wegspieala. Abber trogga sellene verschrombelde Weiber ond selbschdwichdiche Viertelskerle ohgugga, dees miaßa mer drodsdem beschdemmd ed an halbe Dag lang verdraga.”

Karl und Emil waren darin schonmal schnell eins.

“Em Amadeus, doh bediened ganz ohsehnliche Mädle, on solang se ons a Bier brenged, kenned se au noh ed wähla ganga”, meinte Emil endlich.

Karl war es aufgrund dieser schlagenden Argumente sofort zufrieden.

(Nachtrag 9.10.14)

Eben erst gemerkt, dass ich Leonhardtskirche usw. geschrieben; es heißt Leonhardskirche. Bitte den peinlichen Fehler zu verzeihen.

Vom neuen – weiblichen – Esoteren (II)

Montag, 16. September 2013

Das Telefon steht seit gestern nicht mehr still.

Ich soll den neuen Eso-Apps Namen geben, verkaufsfördernde Slogans dazu raushauen, gnadenlos.

Besonders gefragt ist, man wundert sich nur auf den ersten Blick, die “Yoni-App”, die die Kanzlerin höchstselbst inspiriert hat.

Ich musste zwar selbst manchen Nichtinder darüber aufklären, dass die magische Symbolik der “Yoni-App” einerseits durchaus als eine freimaurerische angesehen werden kann, andererseits eine runische. (weiterlesen…)

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