Alright, leaning toward betrayal.
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At the moment, Germany is slightly more preoccupied with the small matter of an airplane that never made it home. I'm slightly preoccupied with the fact that fashion-disaster Merkel took to slapping everyone on the wrist just hours after the crash, reproaching us about jumping to conclusions or starting to surmise too much or, by extension, asking too many pertinent questions. A journalist who dared to ask if this guy had been radicalized in any way was shamed out of town, because Germany just wants to continue being a shining beacon of complete pussification and pay off all their reparations to ... the Greeks? Because obviously they were the worst victims of the Third Reich. Germans are now militant pacifists, just like they were militant warlords seventy years ago. The basic nature never changes. They're not nearly as intelligent as they think they are. While they're busy demobilizing their army down to a lone brass bunker in the Rhineland, little Lithy (that's Lithuania, not Lithium) is reinstating conscription because, um, Russia. I made a marvelous trip to Vilnius a few weeks ago. It would be so very sad to see Little Lithy get squashed. Again. It would be sadder than a sad panda. Fucking serious shit, in other words.
We'll never know the truth about anything because there just aren't any ways to hear it anymore and no more functioning systems for democratic dissemination of information. It's been a long, slow, tortuous descent, sort of like those poor souls in that Germanwings plane had to endure. I'd say we're just about at that point now where we could hop out the nearest airlock and have ourselves a swell skiing holiday in la-la land.
Is anyone else feeling downright insectoid these days? I'm just debating to myself as I spin in circles whether it'll be the swatter, the nerve gas, the starvation or maybe just the smelly foot of the Almighty.My sanity, my soul, or my life.
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Just a thought, Vessie, but maybe you should, I don't know, get the fuck out of Germany. While the getting's good, ja? At least sometime between the mysterious disappearances in the night and when the swanky mandatory armbands start getting passed around.
But where to go, dreamypoo? you ask. Where in this whole, wide, wicked world is there left to go to find some fucking peace and quiet and sense of fucking CIVILITY?
Nowhere.
I mean! Uh. Well... Becoming a creepy hermit somewhere in the mountains could always work, I guess. What do you want from me? SOLVE YOUR OWN PROBLEMS!
(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻
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Thank you kindly, dreamypoo, for that lovely Chekhovian interlude. You have no idea, or perhaps you do, just how darn close I am to becoming a creepy mountain hermit, complete with a grown-out beard teeming with newly mutated flora and fauna and a burgeoning fascination with the artistic potential of my own poo. Coprophilia. It's what's for breakfast.
My German mover man proposed to me somewhere between the eighth cardboard box and the descent of the toaster from atop the fridge. Like all the rest of you boys, he boiled my troubles down to my own extreme intractability.
dreamypoo, I see you lurking and lurking and smirking and twerking and maybe even jerking so I ask you, nay I beg you: entertain me. Entertain us all. For god's sake PLEASE, there has got to be something left to create just the tiniest bit of fascination. Do it here. Do it now. Create your own thread! The world is so full of splendiferous possibilities, but I have run dry, dry as a hydrophobic dromedary.
Please. Please. Oh please...My sanity, my soul, or my life.
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Originally posted by Vesnic View Post...complete with a grown-out beard teeming with newly mutated flora and fauna...
Originally posted by Vesnic View Post...and a burgeoning fascination with the artistic potential of my own poo. Coprophilia. It's what's for breakfast.
Originally posted by Vesnic View PostLike all the rest of you boys, he boiled my troubles down to my own extreme intractability.
Originally posted by Vesnic View Postdreamypoo, I see you lurking and lurking and smirking and twerking and maybe even jerking so I ask you, nay I beg you: entertain me. Entertain us all. For god's sake PLEASE, there has got to be something left to create just the tiniest bit of fascination. Do it here. Do it now. Create your own thread! The world is so full of splendiferous possibilities, but I have run dry, dry as a hydrophobic dromedary.
Please. Please. Oh please...
I am maybe, possibly, hypothetically, actually working on putting something together to finally, maybe, hopefully have something to enter early for the IWT contest this year, though. 'Cause I've never said I'd do that, before, nooo...
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