Friday, June 29, 2007
Lichtenberg knew before
"Der wahre Kolumbus" (The true Columbus).
Congratulations!
The so-called news is not as new, though.
It could, f.e., have already been read as a news August 7th, 2006.
News? Really?
Already Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742-1799) knew:
"The first American who discovered Columbus, made a terrible discovery."
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
After all, he got it
Security is security is . . .
Security is almost omnipresent, f.e. in Iraq where the people day by day more and more are enjoying the sweet fruits of enduring freedom, what may easily be seen in this tiny nutshell.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
The murder is out!

Thus, why repeating what everybody knows?
Those few blissfully ignorant are requested to immediately enter the nearest bookshop and order the master’s piece. After reading they may return and breathe the magically charming cantrip of
End of the beforegoing.
And now to cut a long post short:
About seventy years after being asked, one of the last most brainteasing and riddling conundrums of all mysteriously puzzling enigmas in literature has been solved:
The ominous bicycle has been found.
Monday, June 25, 2007
A Director for Devil's Kitchen
"Honor killings apply only to those who run away without informing their families, who deceive their husbands, and not to the innocent."
As this humble blogger's maxime is not to insult any animals, genitals et al. by voicing his disgust - which admittedly proves to be extremely ardous to comply with, at times -, I do ask my readers to carefully study what this huMAN might be called in Devil's Kitchen. [Link may follow, hopefully soon.]
Well, as said, no swearing here, I swear.
But there is one thing I wish:
May this Director of Cultural Affairs lose all his teeth!
Well, may one remain.
For toothache - 59 minutes per hour.
The Peace of the Night!
Wicked WARshippers
Trying to find the essential inherent interior essence which is hidden in the root of the kernel of everything, one might be inspired to ask:
- Do those huMAN beings not trust in the one's ability to judge they pretend to worship?
- Do those huMAN beings fear the one's judgement could not meet their desires?
- Do those huMAN beings not believe that "their" god is a bloody killer, and thus are playing god by grace of their own?
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Bridging a gap
Those who would not dare to claim money back, as some of those addressed above did in the past, - yet without success - might be inspired to ask themselves, what may have been the root of the kernel in which this very market gap dozed from the very beginning of time, until a homo sapiens sapiens in the labour room of his brains bore an idea to bridge it.
The Peace of the Night!
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Final is final is . . .
Well, there have been quite a few reports in the past 30 years.
One, released by the parliament in 1977 (Parl Paper Number: 299/77) was titled.
Final report on alcohol problems of Aborigines.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Tit for Tat
- Where will the inauguration take place? And when?
- Why did none of the purported 2.000 members of these undoubtedly extreme honourable Islamic scholars inform the Leading Source of Pakistan first, so that it readers had to content themselves with 18 lame lines refering to two foreign resources?
Right now my closest friend - a writer who wouldn't write for reasons I shall possibly never understand - murmured:
"When there is no god, there exists no blasphemy, would you agree?"
And now - with thanks to the Monty Pythons - for something completely different.
Karl Krauss would probably say:
"Where the sun of wisdom is sinking deepest,
even dwarfs are casting gigantic shades."
Nothing new under the sun :)
For quite a few reasons.
For the beginning the first:
Such promising politicians are nothing new under the sun.
As the first lesson almost any politician seems to learn:
Mundus vult decipi, ergo decipiatur. *
Friday, June 01, 2007
XXIII
I love a girl more fickle than a straw: like other girls there's no relying on her faith more than the word of the mouse that fell from a beam into the beer.
The mouse leaped in the new-brewed beer, and what did the good gray cat do, but spring into the vat where the mouse drowned and lift up its head out of the beer? But the cat did not leap in lest the mouse should drown, but because of the oath he swore, when he was lifted out of the beer, to please the cat before returning up into the thatch. But when the mouse was out, he went up among the laths, and taking refuge in the roof, said nothing from up there.
"Mouse, keep your word : you've gone too far!"
"The oath I gave in the vat, does not bind me here: and a creature I trusted when I was drunk, I do not trust next day."