Tag: nightmares

… Maybe …

Long & unfunny nonsense ahead, sorry.

Over the last few days I read not only texts about, but also by the chief advisor of the orange actor-in-chief (for example here, follow the links in the article to the original sources). Boy – it is much worse than I thought.
I will not, by any means, discuss contents, the man’s worldview or ideology. This is absolutely futile. I am interested in the actual situation and what follows, especially for Europe. The White House is now a court, go and read your Macchiavelli : It is all about “simulatio” and “dissimulatio”. Nothing else.
I think the advisor faces two problem areas, one is the “instrument”, the other is time.

The advisor said that the actual actor-in-chief is just an instrument, a tool he uses. But he is not fully and exclusively in control of this tool, there is the chance that the tool’s son-in-law also plays a role and has a word in. GOd, how must the advisor hate this orthodox Hebrew, with every cell of his bloated body.
I think here will step in “the leaks” – I read in some articles that professional observers & journalists are baffled by the leaks through which not too friendly stories about the tool drizzle out. I am sure these leaks will be jammed close with some heads in the near future. And I am also sure that after the purge the advisor will still be standing behind the throne, smirking. I am not so sure about the son-in-law.
The other problem with the tool is the possibility that it breaks.
I believe that the tool has a mental problem, be it diagnosed or not. And as far as I can see there is still no public medical record of this person : For every simple job one nowadays needs a fitness assessment, but not for running the USofA into the ground.
I now believe that there is a real danger of a very public meltdown of the tool – perhaps he slaps someone at one of the conferences next summer. If he hits our chancellor I only hope that Vlad punches the shit outta him …

This leads to the second problem area : If, for some reason, the tool is found unfit for office, the advisor’s days are counted too. If all & everything goes “smooth” and the tool works for four years, the problem will arise too : I think it is not imaginable that the orange one will be re-elected in four years – granted, everything is possible in Amerga, but let’s assume the world is still turning then … if the tool is out, the advisor is out.
But the man has so much to give to the world, and what about the crusade & stuff ?
The advisor needs time to get things going. His bad temper, his lack of patience, and utter disrespect for anything outside his narrow-minded world-view hinders him most, but he can not realise this – thankfully. He must cement his position.
I see three possibilities. Either the kingmaker makes another king if need be, what is entirely possible, but this would not necessarily buy time. Or the advisor does away all this democratic nonsense, what would mean an open putsch – but the advisor is not cut out to be dictator (and time is not ripe yet). Also there is a strong possibility that the military would not accept something like this. Best option will be to secure his position by eliminating all possibilities to rightfully remove him from it. The advisor must stay close to the centre of power under all circumstances, and work the system from the inside. Tools may come and go, advisors stay.
I think the advisor will start a nice little war in the near future. And make the best out of it.
Against inner resistances, an outer aggression always works best : It is so unifying.
There is the possibility to orchestrate another war in the Mid East. But this could easily get out of hand and even become contra-productive. Alternatively one could let this heap of conflicts simmer on, vent it a bit, meanwhile allowing these Islamic devil adorers to kill themselves. A nice side effect would be that more refuguees will emigrate to Europe. They will take the Northern route through areas of the former SU and come to the East of Europe, thus nicely helping to destabilise the EU, allowing Vlad to play tag with the Baltic States, perfecting “ukrainification” and non-linear, asymmetric warfare. Additional economic warfare from the homeland – what are tariffs for ? – will teach those wonky Europeans a lesson.
It would help to open a “second front” to appease the military, let them win something, they need it. And it would help to distract from anything ugly in the Mid East.
But where is the bogeyman ?
The bogeyman sits in the Far East and is called Kim.
Next to “the” “Islam” the advisor hates nothing as badly as the “arrogant” Chinese.
It would be unwise to start a direct attack, now, at least. One would need another “incident”, but the tool just has pissed off all the professionals who can stage an “incident”. To start a fight with the oh-so-close ally of the Chinks, this crazy Korean, this would be viable – or at least, this could be the advisor’s lines of thought : A small war, just to get in the mood, to see how things are done and work, an exercise for major things to come. And, if done and played well, bolstering the personal position in diverse administrational panels & councils, gaining personal reputation, allowing the nation a period of irrational Besoffenheit, jaggedness, allowing the tool to feel great too. Harbours a lot of ideas. Would show the Chinks & all these slitty eyes that it’s serious and they better not mess with The White Man. Even nukes are possible. Economically positive too. Good domestically possibilities.
Let’s see – the tool is meeting all these European loosers in summer, Vlad too, so what about autumn ’17 or spring ’18 ? Until then the professionals will be accessible again too …

Yes, I think similar things are actually thought, perhaps even planned, at the Washington court. It all depends on limits. There are lines that can not be overstepped unharmed. The tool and his gang need to be contained. But in anonymous polls his scores go up. As sad as it is, America has nobody else to blame than herself for this, it is a disaster mit Ansage.

Ich Will Silvaner

I had to look into the diary to be sure that it was only one week ago when we gathered in the Lorenzkirche (Ger., Eng.) in Nuremberg to say farewell to our friend M.B. The pastor said she had expected perhaps 25 souls to turn up, in the end there were more than sixty people in the church and at the following get-together – that of course took place at her favourite spot, the Kaffehaus in the local library (Ger.), her second living-room. I came home late, a bit tipsy.
On Monday the festivities for the Tag der deutschen Einheit, or German Unity Day (Ger., Eng.) took place in Dresden. And of course the “concerned citizens” showed up in all their brutal stupidity, this time top brass could not ignore them. Only one reporter described that the “concerned citizens” not only yelled and hollered at the main political figures of Germany, chancellor, federal president and head of parliament, but also made very tasteful “Affengeräusche”, imitations of ape-sounds (“Ugh ugh ugh !”) when people of colour went over the red carpet towards the main events – GOd, who cares about them nigger ambassadors ?
Nevertheless the Ministerpräsident of Saxony, the host of this event and head honcho of the uncivilised masses over there, later described  the whole ceremony as “well done” & “gelungen”, successful. Maybe he’s glad that Merkel was not hit with a bottle.
One has to accept that racism and neo-nazism has reached a certain part of the German society. I think around 20 percent of the population is more or less openly racist and fascist – that is the average : There are areas in the East of Germany that are nowadays totally brown. Notably in Mecklenburg and Saxony.
This is depressing – I never thought that it would come back. But I am a product of the old Western Germany, a state and a society that do not exist anymore, I was socialised and educated there. Those who yell, march and bomb are young, mostly of East-German origin and today stand in a tradition : They continue what their parents started 25 years ago when they burned houses of refugees, of course with the “niggers” and “Fidschis” still inside.
Today it is the “Arabic” migrant – it is absolutely pointless to start to argument and explain that these humans are not necessarily of Arabic origin or of Muslim faith – for them it’s all the same : Simple explanations rule ! The people of Turkish origin I know do look a bit concerned. It is only a question of time until the first mosque is burned down.
All this nonsense is depressing : the brutality ; the stupidity ; the sheer impertinence of those liars & manipulators who gain political capital from the idiocy of stupid people ; the Verbrechervisagen who all of a sudden show up in German parliaments, from local to the federal level. Of course we see a new nationalism in the whole of Europe, a very dangerous development. BTW those states of the “Vishegrad Group” (Poland, Slovakia, Czech Republic & notorious Hungary, Ger., Eng.) came up with a new word for cherry picking – they now speak of “flexible Solidarität”, flexible solidarity, what means nothing else but that they take what they like (mostly cash) and refute what they dislike, for example refugees. Because they have “principles” you know, like “holy” “nation” “first” or such crap.
But it cost you only three hundred thousand Euro to become a Hungarian citizen, of the “holy” “nation” : If you invest in this shithole of a country they throw their lousy passport at you. So much for “principles” …
This is not very uplifting, all in all.
I drove my kids around, at least some useful activity, and it pays the rent. Other things happened over the last ten days, mostly nice and positive. But I could not drag meself together and come up with a Sunday Music – the first time since … don’t know when I started this, and I am sorry for this breach or disruption of a long run. I like continuity.
Right now I should do some household chores, but frankly can’t be arsed to do this, Monday’s another day, eh ?!
I find it consoling or comforting to see beauty in the wounderful autumn lights early in the morning, when I drive into the rising sun, and in the late afternoon, when I drive West. All the human stupidity, all the brutality will one day be gone, done away with, there is a chance for development towards the ideal, the enlightened humane human being. And all the beauty I see reminds me of the limitedness of my own existence, the mortality of everything that is. It is autumn, and everything has a blue edge.
Rory GALLAGHER, I’m Not Awake Yet, just so.

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Egon FRIEDELL, a long forgotten German Kulturhistoriker (1878-1938, born Friedmann, suicide in Vienna), once said sinngemäß – I can not cite it correctly, nor can I give the exact location – that rationalism would be an “Irrlicht”, a “ghost light”. The history of the Early Modern Æra (in Europe), the time of enlightenment / Aufklärung is for him only an intermezzo between two irrationalisms, the medieval and the one to come. And since 1989 we see again the rise of religiously motivated irrationalism that wants to eliminate anything and anyone who is not fitting in the pattern. The rotten bastards of the so-called “islamic state” do remind me a lot of the SS, just with beards. I read their letter, their “claim”, it’s dripping from arrogance & pathos, as sickening as their Mumbay-style attack on Paris.
As I see it there is no basis for negotiation or something else of this peace-keeping methods. NATO should declare the “Bündnisfall”, now the situation for what it was established is here – the attack on a partner of the alliance – and, together with Russia, kill them. I only wish those involved will be clear enough in their heads to avoid the American mistake of Iraq – and have a goddamn plan for the situation after the war !

Feel Me Grip

Everybody may dream. I dream of moving to another place. With a bit more space, a room for sleeping only would be very nice. A bit more space, so that I can actually reach my books and do not have to move furniture before I can go through a shelf. And last but not least, a place away from screaming mother-of-the-year in the appartement below, a terrible dumb nuisance.
I mean, I lived out junkies, drunk Russians and party-happy students, sooner or later they all learned to be considerate of neighbours, the people in those flats around them ; this stupid bitch (excuses, but its justified) is resistant to any kind of complaints. Every time I am ready to go down there, another neighbour walks up to her door, either slams his fists against it or presses in the bell button, and depending on the daytime and the degree of noise & abuse tells her calmly or yells at her to shut the fuck up. Happened only this afternoon. Then it’s quiet for some (two ?) hours. Afterwards the yelling starts again. It is time to take action and to get her out of here.
So I dream & look at houses, around here, in other parts of Franconia, in Hohenlohe : farm houses, land houses, Aussiedlerhöfe (farms outside villages, in the middle of the land that belongs to them), forester’s houses, and of course houses of historical value, listed as landmarks (Denkmalliste). I am in no way able to afford one, forget about the cost to make a ruin habitable, but everybody is allowed to dream.
There are some specialised agents, and of course the list of sellable landmarks (Liste verkäuflicher Denkmäler), run by administrations.
Over time there are some places (advertisements) I like to visit again. I notice when prices are going down, when offers are changed ; some are sold easily and fast, others are like lead & nobody seemingly touches them. Some come with a lot of land (forest, meadows, fruit-groves), with Wasserrecht (water law – does this word exist ? –  especially old mills), some are in disrepair and nearly collapsing, others are neatly re-constructed and ready for moving in.
My favourites are an old factory for oat flakes – in fact it was built as a grain storage facility before WWI, so lots of space ; a converted farm-house in the area here ; and a kind of “Landhaus”, built seemingly in the seventies, in an area where normally building and housing is off-limits. The last two are basically inhabitable with little work, but come at a terrible price (the view, the location). The factory does not carry a tag, it is advertised as “günstig”, keen ; looking at it I counted the windows, more than seventy (!) ; replacing these alone would cost some hundred thousands of €. But one could plan and lay out a wonderful large garden, a park even … ach
It’s less the actual moving I dream of, what causes a lot of work and stress, but the idea of moving to another place, cutting some things off, while keeping some that are worth keeping. And of course going through the stuff : In fact I want to burn a lot of things, not only papers – my world is made from paper after all – but also some things. I do not want to take these to the dump or “recycling-place”, “where they can find a new owner” – GOd, what kind of speak is this ?
These are things I possess and I want to get rid of them and I want them to be destroyed : I want to burn them. Even when I have to use  a chain-saw, and I learned to handle such a machine – I want to use it on these things. This actual desk for example that I hate. It’s not the desk’s fault, it’s its history, what I connect with it, all that I want to get rid of – a nice fire would be good. Same goes for a lot of papers – a nice little or not so little bonfire.
Anyway, it’s not in sight. Soldiering on. And of course, when one learned to read, and write, and listen to music, one is never alone, but always part of a conversation, regardless whether the partners in this conversation are long gone and physically dead, or actually living in the same world.
Now, if I only could get rid of that epitome of ignorant brutishness that lives under me ; without using my bare hands, preferably … this would help, really.