5. Mai 2009
Von den Banken lernen heißt siegen lernen.
Was haltet ihr davon:
Wir stecken alle therapieresistenten Meckerköppe unserer Gemeinden in eine Kirche, wo sie durch qualifiziertes Personal auf Gemeindepflegestufe 3 versorgt werden.
Wenn wir schon zielorientiert taufzahlengeil sind, dann aber bitte auch richtig.
15. April 2009
Scottsdale, Arizona
Der Autor des Buchs über die Phoenix Affirmations, das ich gerade lese, war dort Pastor. Ja, ich lese Bücher von Ami-Theologen. So weit ist es schon mit mir gekommen.
Erstens: Die Homepage sieht doch mal ganz nett aus.
Zweitens: Wenn schon auf der „Wer wir sind“-Seite ein mehr oder weniger deutliches „Homos willkommen“ steht – Respekt!
Drittens: Ich empfinde es als unglaublich erleichternd, auf meiner SUche auch einmal auf ‘normale’ Christen zu treffen – ich dachte schon, ich sei ein völliger Alien. Bin ich aber nicht 
Viertens: Die kochen auch alle nur mit Wasser. Wer Patentrezepte für Erweckungen und andere statistische Tricks sucht, bitte weiterklicken.
Fünftens: Wenn ich mal wieder in eine Gemeinde gehe, werde ich ihnen diesmal nicht asap meine klugscheißerischen Patentrezepte vor die nase knallen. Sehr wohl aber meine Überzeugungen, z.B. die Phoenix Affirmations oder Eight Points.
Und jetzt lese ich weiter.
8. April 2009
Je älter ich werde, desto weniger zweifele ich an mir selbst und desto mehr zweifele ich am Urteil der Masse.
Ist das Starrsinn oder Weisheit?
Wohl beides.
Und welche Konsequenzen hat das?
Ist Up To You am Ende so lebenstauglich wie der Kommunismus?
19. März 2009
(Quelle: Titanic)
12. März 2009
Die Chatadresse, unter der der Amokläufer seine Tat ankündigte, ist natürlich inzwischen offline. Aber hier mal ein paar Infos zu der Seite.
23. Februar 2009
„Offenbar gehört die Zukunft nicht den Rathenaus, die sich die Mühe machten, ungewöhnliche Persönlichkeiten zu werden, sondern den Techows und Fischers, die einfach Autofahren und Schießen lernten. „
Sebastian Haffner, Geschichte eines Deutschen
20. Februar 2009
Wie kann Gott es nur zulassen, dass so geniale Weiber wie Ina Müller oder Else Buschheuer ihr Geld mit so hohlem Scheiß verdienen müssen?
Oder ist das am Ende selbstgewähltes Schicksal?
21. Januar 2009
Heute habe ich mal einen hübschen Link gefunden:
www.aboalarm.de
Da könnt ihr gepflegt eure sämtlichen Abos verwalten sowie Kündigungsschreiben erstellen und drucken lassen.
Habe mal ein paar Optionen durchgetestet – Bahncard, Strom, Zeitschriften, Versicherungen – die meisten Kündigungsadressen scheinen in der Datenbank zu sein. Verbrecherorganisationen wie 1§1 [Name durch die Redaktion geändert], die bewusst ihre Kündigungsanschrift verheimlichen und somit noch einmal Unsummen an teuren Hotlines verdienen, haben somit nix mehr zu lachen.
21. November 2008
Ja habt ihr denn keinen anderen Probleme?
4. November 2008
„And it came to pass, in the eighth year of the reign of the evil Bush the Younger (The Ignorant), when the whole land from the Arabian desert to the shores of the Great Lakes had been laid barren, that a Child appeared in the wilderness.
The Child was blessed in looks and intellect. Scion of a simple family, offspring of a miraculous union, grandson of a typical white person and an African peasant. And yea, as he grew, the Child walked in the path of righteousness, with only the occasional detour into the odd weed and a little blow.
When he was twelve years old, they found him in the temple in the City of Chicago, arguing the finer points of community organisation with the Prophet Jeremiah and the Elders. And the Elders were astonished at what they heard and said among themselves: “Verily, who is this Child that he opens our hearts and minds to the audacity of hope?”
In the great Battles of Caucus and Primary he smote the conniving Hillary, wife of the deposed King Bill the Priapic and their barbarian hordes of Working Class Whites.
And so it was, in the fullness of time, before the harvest month of the appointed year, the Child ventured forth – for the first time – to bring the light unto all the world.
He travelled fleet of foot and light of camel, with a small retinue that consisted only of his loyal disciples from the tribe of the Media. He ventured first to the land of the Hindu Kush, where the
Taleban had harboured the viper of al-Qaeda in their bosom, raining terror on all the world.
And the Child spake and the tribes of Nato immediately loosed the Caveats that had previously bound them. And in the great battle that ensued the forces of the light were triumphant. For as long as the Child stood with his arms raised aloft, the enemy suffered great blows and the threat of terror was no more.
From there he went forth to Mesopotamia where he was received by the great ruler al-Maliki, and al-Maliki spake unto him and blessed his Sixteen Month Troop Withdrawal Plan even as the imperial warrior Petraeus tried to destroy it.
And lo, in Mesopotamia, a miracle occurred. Even though the Great Surge of Armour that the evil Bush had ordered had been a terrible mistake, a waste of vital military resources and doomed to end in disaster, the Child’s very presence suddenly brought forth a great victory for the forces of the light.
And the Persians, who saw all this and were greatly fearful, longed to speak with the Child and saw that the Child was the bringer of peace. At the mention of his name they quickly laid aside their intrigues and beat their uranium swords into civil nuclear energy ploughshares.
From there the Child went up to the city of Jerusalem, and entered through the gate seated on an ass. The crowds of network anchors who had followed him from afar cheered “Hosanna” and waved great palm fronds and strewed them at his feet.
In Jerusalem and in surrounding Palestine, the Child spake to the Hebrews and the Arabs, as the Scripture had foretold. And in an instant, the lion lay down with the lamb, and the Israelites and Ishmaelites ended their long enmity and lived for ever after in peace.
As word spread throughout the land about the Child’s wondrous works, peoples from all over flocked to hear him; Hittites and Abbasids; Obamacons and McCainiacs; Cameroonians and Blairites.
And they told of strange and wondrous things that greeted the news of the Child’s journey. Around the world, global temperatures began to decline, and the ocean levels fell and the great warming was over.
The Great Prophet Algore of Nobel and Oscar, who many had believed was the anointed one, smiled and told his followers that the Child was the one generations had been waiting for.
And there were other wonderful signs. In the city of the Street at the Wall, spreads on interbank interest rates dropped like manna from Heaven and rates on credit default swaps fell to the ground as dead birds from the almond tree, and the people who had lived in foreclosure were able to borrow again.
Black gold gushed from the ground at prices well below $140 per barrel. In hospitals across the land the sick were cured even though they were uninsured. And all because the Child had pronounced it.
And this is the testimony of one who speaks the truth and bears witness to the truth so that you might believe. And he knows it is the truth for he saw it all on CNN and the BBC and in the pages of The New York Times.
Then the Child ventured forth from Israel and Palestine and stepped onto the shores of the Old Continent. In the land of Queen Angela of Merkel, vast multitudes gathered to hear his voice, and he preached to them at length.
But when he had finished speaking his disciples told him the crowd was hungry, for they had had nothing to eat all the hours they had waited for him.
And so the Child told his disciples to fetch some food but all they had was five loaves and a couple of frankfurters. So he took the bread and the frankfurters and blessed them and told his disciples to feed the multitudes. And when all had eaten their fill, the scraps filled twelve baskets.
Thence he travelled west to Mount Sarkozy. Even the beauteous Princess Carla of the tribe of the Bruni was struck by awe and she was great in love with the Child, but he was tempted not.
On the Seventh Day he walked across the Channel of the Angles to the ancient land of the hooligans. There he was welcomed with open arms by the once great prophet Blair and his successor, Gordon the Leper, and his successor, David the Golden One.
And suddenly, with the men appeared the archangel Gabriel and the whole host of the heavenly choir, ranks of cherubim and seraphim, all praising God and singing: “Yes, We Can.”
