In Donald we trust

So, meine Fleißigen, politisch Interessierten.

Heute habe ich mir gedacht, da ich ja eine Nachteule von urmäßigster Natur bin, fasse ich hiermit mal die Premieremäßige Ansprache zur exquisiten Lage der Nation von US-Präsident (ja, richtig gelesen) Donald Trump relativ beispielhaft zusammen, wenn ihr mich fragt, und zwar für alle, die sich in diesem Sinne wohl mehr auf die Natur der Lerchen berufen würden und die heute noch gar keine Nachrichten gelesen haben.

So, attention, please !

„Great America…


 we all love America


 we are the most greatest (Achtung, Doppel-Superlative)


 we will be the strongest and greatest still and again


 we are a superstrong people full of heroes only


 but Mexicans are very dangerous actually and should be allowed to leave again


 Obama is stupid


 and I’m the supergreatest


 In God we all trust…


Ach so. Wie haben die das eigentlich geschafft, das Baby der Fixerin nicht zum Schreien zu bewegen? Das haben die doch…

bestimmt mit Heroin gefüttert!


Late obituary

How US-American parents complained about their children committing suicide because those had listened to Linkin Park. Like those dumbass people who did with Marilyn Manson because of the amok runners. Did you ever think then that your children themselves have felt kind of attracted to their songs for a more profound reason?

All this story about all of it happening must be the heavily ironic part of a sadly ignorant way of world-style in a system where people need to find scapegoats, not being able to see all the truth before the tragedy.

This is the funny thing about Chester Bennington: He just wrote about all of his suffering before and you could listen but you didn’t. And it can’t be any surprise what he did, actually, and what some of your deeply sad children.

I am no exact fan, any more, but when I was 13, LP was my favourite group of rock and it was the one teaching me to learn English language myself to understand all the contents of their songs.