@AzatAlsalim Ab IQ 70 kann man nur noch Laute von sich geben ohne einer Sprache wirklich mächtig zu sein, also müssen die äusserst knapp drüber liegen.
Leute es ist die völlig falsche Zeit einen Paragraphen abzuschaffen, der den Hass auf Politiker schürrt, denn der ist ja noch nicht "groß genug". Holt diese Frau da weg, die soll nen roten Bademantel mit ner weissen Haube tragen, ist mir völlig egal was die Privat macht aber in der Politik haben Menschen mit so einer Auffassungsgabe nichts verloren. Das soll nicht bedeuten das es keine klugen Frauen in der Politik gibt, aber diese Quotenscheisse treibt uns hier an den Rand der Vernichtung.
Henry Nowak died the same way a civilization dies: abandoned, handcuffed by authorities who neither trusted nor cared for him, and accused of hate crimes he did not commit. His murder is as tragic as it is enraging. He should still be alive today, and he would be if the last few generations of European elites had stood their ground against the politics of self-hatred and the mass invasion of migrants, many of whom despise the West and the people who love it.
Henry was far from the first to so needlessly lose his life, and I fear he won’t be the last. Each time a life like his is lost, the proper response—the only response—is righteous anger. One of the most important things the Trump administration has proven to the world is that stopping the flow of mass migration and defending national sovereignty is a matter of political will and leadership. Anything else is an excuse.
It is because we love the West that we want to preserve it. We love our civilization. We love our country. We love our children. And nobody—nobody—should ever die the way that Henry Nowak died. May God comfort those who loved him, and may God rest his soul.
Die Stadt Bremen hat dem Arbeitsamt-Mitarbeiter, der sich in einer ZDF Doku kritisch über das Bürgergeldsystem äußerte, fristlos gekündigt.
Der Mitarbeiter sagte, dass 30-40% der Bürgergeldempfänger in ihren Anträgen falsche Angaben machen.
Und es primäre Aufgabe der Jobcenter wäre Geld zu verteilen. Würde er alle Bürgergeld-Empfänger in Jobs vermitteln, wäre er irgendwann arbeitslos.
Die Wahrheit darf nicht ausgesprochen werden. Traurig.
USA. I ordered a large soda.
In Japan, large means slightly larger.
A small drink becomes a medium drink.
A medium drink becomes a large drink.
Everyone understands the agreement.
But in America, large means the conversation has left the restaurant.
The cashier handed me the cup.
I looked at it.
It looked back.
This was not a drink.
This was a private reservoir with a lid.
I held it with both hands, because one hand felt disrespectful. The ice moved inside like a small glacier. The straw stood there with the confidence of a flag planted on new land.
The cashier smiled like this was normal.
So I accepted it.
In America, a large drink is not a beverage. It is infrastructure.
I took one sip.
Nothing changed.
I took another sip.
Still full.
I took a serious sip, the kind of sip a man takes when he has decided to participate in his own future.
The level did not move.
At that point, I stopped drinking and began managing it.
I checked the weight.
I listened to the ice.
I adjusted the straw angle.
I monitored condensation on the cup wall.
I was no longer a customer.
I was the Department of Soda.
A child walked past holding the same size cup with one hand.
One hand.
No fear.
No hesitation.
No respect for the burden.
I understood.
He was born into the system.
I carried mine outside like a sacred responsibility. The sun was hot. The cup was cold. I was small. The soda was still winning.
By the time I reached the parking lot, I had accepted the truth.
I did not order a drink.
I was appointed temporary governor of a liquid province.
I did not finish it.
It finished me.
Bong Joon-ho spent a full year writing MEMORIES OF MURDER (2003), and for the first six months he didn’t write a single page of the script. He only researched the real case. That obsession with detail is a big reason the film feels so authentic.
Wir sind mit Gesetzen so zugepflastert, wir sind praktisch Handungsunfähig. Wie eine dicke fette Spinne die sich im Vollsuff selbst eingewickelt hat. Jetzt hilft nur noch der Notstand.