Sunday Music

I am terribly lazy, especially today. I may have set a new record in lazyness. I watched no news (yet), committed meself to absolutely no household work, but shuffled around papers on the desk – this came dangerously close to meaningful “work”, but could be stopped before it went too far. No risk there.
I searched for Sunday Music, and could not decide, I felt torn between Frank Z. and Jean-Baptiste L. In the end it is a little piece by Herr BACH, his Bourrée from Suite No.2 in E minor (BWV 996), here performed by Roland HÄRDTNER (Ger., Eng.). I hope you like the music. May the coming week be peaceful for all of us.

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Shut Up, John – It Makes No Difference

Out comes a new book about Donnie ROTTEN, but it brings nothing really new, as it seems. Who is in command of a not entirely Zombie like brain, and watched what Donnie ROTTEN and his gang pulled off over the last years, is not surprised about those “disclosures”. If the author, who calls himself a “patriot”, would be a man, he would have dragged his sorry arse to the impeachment panel and put an end to scum’s rule of Donnie ROTTEN & his outfit of greedy pigs – but he chose not to.
Maybe this is how it is meant to be. After all a democracy lives from the people’s vote – even when one ruling party does everything to make the democratic act for parts of the population as difficult as possible, and in doing so, actively obstructs the democratic system, obviously in order to stabilise and conserve the rule of a mob that sells self-enrichment as welfare policy.
The whole system, the state, the society, has only a chance to survive when a change comes from within, when the souvereign, id est the American people, puts an end to the farce by legal means, which is by ballot. Notorious idiots – and there are quiet a few armed dipshits around – phantasise about “solutions” by bullet, these are those deplorables who think they can shoot a virus.
And Donnie ROTTEN himself ? Is nowadays unable to grab a glass of water, and must be lead from the stage after the gig. The man is a gabbling idiot, who can not finish one damn sentence properly. I read excerpts from his “interview” with a Goebbels-scholar from the propaganda outfit, and it really astounded me (again) how uninformed Donnie ROTTEN actually is, and how unable he is to form a thought, follow and express it. It all ends in nirvana. I already said it, I repeat it : Donnie ROTTEN suffers from a not properly treated, and / or healed up form of (neuro-)syphilis. Soon the symptoms will not be ignorable anymore, even for the most spineless, bootlicking Republican.
It is possible that the world will face the really disturbing situation in November that – with the little help of some foreign friends – Donnie ROTTEN is declared winner of the election, and an undeniably crumbling, braindead zombie just keeps sitting in the White House. If this happens (and frankly, I am not convinced that it is impossible), then there will be a new world order without the US – that happily and voluntarily dwarfed herself into a corrupt banana republic run by an inbred riffraff of imbeciles. Was fallen will, das falle.

Sunday Music

Back in Franconia, to an overflowing mailbox – I simply don’t understand that all these printed leaflets can be produced in a cost-covering or economically viable way. I think I get a pound of colour printed junk each week, and it goes directly to the bin. In between were some important letters, and most is already dealt with.
The appartement is exactly like I left it, no broken water pipe, no collapsed pile of books, no beer in the fridge, ach ach und nochmal ach … this flat is like a well worn slipper, but I miss the good company of the last days.
Tomorrow in the not so dark morning I’ll start the engine again for my daily routine, no holidays in sight for the coming weeks.
I enjoyed the last days, a little feeling of easiness, carelessness set in ; the thought that it could just go on this way became tempting.
Anyway, let’s listen to a nice little tune : From Mr Morton GOULDs (1913-1996) (Eng.) American Symphonette Nr.2 we hear the little Pavanne in a 1942 version. I hope you enjoy the music, may the coming week be good to all of us.
(Besides, wordpress informs me that this blog is ten years old today – thank You for reading !)

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Monday’s Sunday Music

It is cold in Suebia. Fat, gray clouds loom all over the sky – sie dräuen, a nice word, possibly outdated and in need for explanation for younger people.
I am supposed to do some serious work today, or tomorrow, at least before the next holiday, so I am busily preparing myself. With a coffee first ; the dishwasher needs my attention ; the cushions on the sofa need fluffing. And most important, because I could not do Sunday Music on Sunday, I have to fulfil my obligation to the faithful, a Sunday Music must be found. Looking at the sad state of world’s affairs, I can not fully suppress the idea that the whole affair lacks sense, or at least that in the end No One Knows What It’s All About – recorded in October 1924 in NewYork, performed by Phil NAPOLEONs (1901-1990) (Eng.) Original Memphis Five (Eng.). I hope this lively foxtrot helps to banish and dissipate clouds of doom & gloom : May it be a peaceful week for all.

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