„What is our party generation actually doing? We, who partied for thirty-five years, drank cheaply and expensively, vegetated without war, fucked around, stoned, did coke, went crazy on techno and crunch, Take That and co.
Now that there’s practically nothing left? The rollator knocking on the door? Now that we are to be told that the Russian is bad, that Selenskiy – of all people – is a hero, and now that we are in the middle of a spiritual battle on a plane of existence that is capable of dragging us down into stupefied misery?
Where has it gone, the meaning of life?
Ah, I see, brats, TV filth and celebrity jungle. Euthanasia 2.0. Please, hurry up, God.
I must think of Rufina. Tatar lady. Russian. Wife of a Soviet officer in the Red Army. Our neighbour in Leipzig, a City in the GDR, east part of Germany. She gave me the first borscht of my life. And the glimpse of infinite love in her children, in her husband. And she liked me so much that she always cried when she hugged me. I was 9 years old …
Which media cretin wants to tell me that the Russians are bad? What conformist? To hell, may God Thor slay him …
Why I now suddenly remember that five men of Turkish origin were arrested on Mallorca for gang rape, why German swimming pools have to close because of rampant migrant violence and why the name Mohamed is the most popular for newborns, I don’t really know … I only suspect.
Hey, it’s the real satiric part:
Oh, those were the days when Germans held their heads high and made the world their own. Rape and pillage. And fighting; this too in a masterly, death-defying manner. Until the world conspired against him. Well, let’s say rising up against the Germans …
End of satiric.
If you just look at today’s German generations, you immediately feel tempted. Tempted to take control of the whole German country. But if that is not a Pyrrhic victory, I don’t know … „
Im Mahlstrom 