People get excited about America and skip what's under their noses. Like those who look at the top in the distance and stumble and throw out a tiny stone under their feet. It's a large day. Election Day in Germany. Germany or the national Republic of Germany, German Deutschland, Bundesrepublik Deutschland, BRD. Interesting? BRD, brrrd, brrrid, brrrid? What does this shortcut mean? Is that BRUD? Or BRUDy? There's quite a few dirt in Germany. More in Germany as a nation, but little so. Let everyone associate this abbreviation – BRD with what they want. Free will and free hut. Back to the elections in Germany. Elections are a celebration of democracy. The bigger democracy, the bigger the holiday. Simple dependency. And where is bigger and cleaner – it's a good word – cleaner, that is, in a more pure, perfect, refined, undefiled form like in Germany?
Germany has a problem with what they won't do to perfect it. Best cars? German. Best philosophy? Modern? Science? Well, malicious as always, that was once, and present good or better are Japanese, Korean or French cars, doctrine is dead, and discipline is no better. But in 1 area Germany is good, possibly not best, but good. Best murder? German. Of course, others are besides fiercely fighting for the palm of precedence here. In the number of murdered, both on an absolute scale and comparative scale – many as a percent of the population, the Germans may besides beat. Who? Mongols in the 13th – 14th century, in the 20th century Stalin, Mao Zedong, mostly communists; formerly Romans or Assyrians. A short list. But no of them cared about the aesthetics of mass crimes, like Germany. That's for them to be granted. Mass crimes, e.g. shooting men, women and children, origin side effects in executioners specified as depression, anxiety, alcoholism, suicide attempts, even though those who execution feel no better than those murdered. A solution? Gas chambers. alternatively of hundreds with rifles, 1 selected German dumping powder into a pipe. Complete isolation of victims from the torturer. An Aesthetic, ethical and I would say ecological and humanitarian solution to the eternal problem. 1 problem. After mass murders, regardless of the method of carrying them out, there are piles of corpses. Burying doesn't do much. Earth doesn't take that much of a body for a long time. It takes 10 years. Dead bodies decompose slowly, spoil, rot, poison the air and the interhuman atmosphere, causing vomiting, diarrhea, moral erosion of perpetrators, and mass epidemics.
German, technological solution to the problem? Industrial crematoria. The body burns, which unfortunately causes an increase in CO2 emissions, but it is possible to recover heat from the burnt corpses, thereby improving the energy balance and the ecological nuisance of the mass cremation process decreases and the bones are ground. A progressive, clean and technological solution, I would say ecological and how German. The enemies of advancement or the nation of lords (one thing comes out) turn into manure of natural origin, which can be fertilized by rags of German land. By the way, reducing the carbon footprint of humanity. All the pros. Almost all the pros, unless you ask the opinion of those murdered and burned. But, as you know, fish – all the more worrying – have no voice.
There's a live German voice in the election today. Who will win this fierce rivalry in the world's best German democracy in a clean state...? Clean vodka or a clean schnapp? any of them bet on that party, any of them. I – a progressive blogger – know who will win the best elections in the purest democracy in the world, but in the universe all. Why is German democracy the best and purest and has all another democracies under it? due to the fact that individual might doubt... After all, we have longer, more celebrated and more well-deserved democracies, like English, American, not to mention ours, due to the fact that it is no democracy and it mocks, according to better and better people. The martyrs in memory! Those who uncertainty the power and integrity of German democracy end up in prison. Sooner alternatively than later. I'm informing you. So... who's gonna win?
People of a weak spirit and a weak head conflict to guess whether they will win the A, C, D, or S. It doesn't substance who the winning organization is and who will form a coalition with the government in the black red Bundes republic. What will be the colour speech of the German government: whether there will be rainbow dinner, road signs, railway signs, yellow, beige or brown. I, the progressive blogger, know who will win, repeat. No substance who gets the most votes, our PAS will win. Their choice, our PAN. You, Herr, like Herrenvolk. Our ruler, the unser Herr und Herrscher. It's okay anyway. It should be.
Who's in charge? Democratically elected Progressive Coalition, under the leadership of WODZA-Herr T., which had grandpa from Wermacht. Supposedly, Grandpa T. was not of the Wehrmacht; either he was, but he escaped in time; he smoked, but he did not enlist; in time he snuck out of the falling German interest in building a thousand-year-old German democracy. People say things. due to the fact that as usual, people mix lies with fact and lies with slander. Especially those small and jealous of these large and wonderful; and especially in us, in this vile dark and foolish nation of the inferior sort. due to the fact that in general, people are pigs, all the more so: what they don't respect, everything disgusts, defiles, and oboes. Not the better, the German, or the... the better, the best household with everything chosen. But, well, that's life. You were born a frog? Don't bark like a dog, don't talk like a cat. Don't pretend you're better. If you're a frog, you're a frog. Let's look back.
Herr T. How many merits, how many triumphs! You can't number them, there were so many. The chancellor of Germany at the time was Frau Angela, who looked like a heavyweight wrestler called his own Makrela. Indeed, she had a way of being dead mackerel. And we had a prime minister or a tiny chancellor, Herr T. And what happened? Angela said, "Bring it?" Herr T was moving. Angela: Fetch! T. fetched. Bite! He bit who she pointed at. Hug the Tsar of Russia! And Herr T. hugged an obediently cold checker and so on. That's how it went. Ordnung must sien. That's how the Bundeskanzlerina Angela got the title of the Golden Lady. You're right. She and her bags were hers.
Warm mackerel consecutive from the oven, by the sea, for amphibians on a warm summertime evening... Yum, yum, squares lick. Angela on Bundeskanzler's stool, which froze with a cold look of blue, light eyes from under the poured, dense eyelids. After Angela-Makreli, our Golden Lady, the Bundeskanzler became the Capital, this is sorry, Stolz. Stolz or Scholtz? A bald averager about a lecture by an accountant of a insignificant company producing a cobblestone. Whatever his name is. 1 thing's for sure, after today's election, he'll halt being Chancellor. He ruled Stol and we ruled Herr T, and... it was the same. Herr T. walked on a short leash, until it was nice, but its end held tight... in his, say, hand of the Bundeskanzler Capital, alias Stolc. I'm inactive confused with his nachname. There's a tiny chancellor or prime minister, or governor, or vassal, and there's his Lord, suzeren, large chancellor, or bundeskanzler. Simple rule. My vassal is not my vassal. Whatever that means. I'm already lost in this vassal. But I always see who owns the reins, and who pulls the wagon in the hut. The Lord says the servant must.
Simple conclusion. What will be the result of today's election? As long as Herr T. is the Prime Minister, the head of our government, a tiny chancellor or a insignificant vassal, the elections in Germany win super suzeren and our Lord. It's not worth laughing or making fun of yourself. Paraphrasing the celebrated quote: Who are you laughing at? You laughter at yourselves, and in Germany they choose you Lord.
Who will win the elections in Germany? Our fresh master will win. I'll tell you more. It's a good thing it is. due to the fact that Germany is smarter, smarter, more progressive, mostly better. It has been known for a long time – our Anglo-Saxon allies from the time of the 1.0 alliance during the 2.0 and early war – said loudly that giving power to Poles to regulation themselves, it was like giving a monkey a razor. It's better for others to regulation Poles. So the Germans took on this dense sound out of the goodness of their hearts.
Then let us not be outraged that the Germans choose us to Lord. That their Bundeskanzler is our suzeren at heights. Unless we change our prime minister, Herr T., the small chancellor, the vassal of the large chancellor? It's doable. But it's about the future. So far, so good as it is. I'll say more: it'll get better. Spring's coming, it'll be warmer. Better, then. fresh gentleman, fresh rules, just the same service. But that's the way it is. It has, it has, and it will. All we gotta do is enjoy what's right. German election. The Lord's Choice. Whoever doesn't.
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