deutsche-schveeden, deutsche-schveeden, deutsche-schveeden.

            followed up my laughter
in the afternoon...
  could be worse, could be me drinking
with *ernest hemingway:
a shot of absinthe in a champagne flute...
****! that was a suicide mission...
  ****** knew how to cocktail a knock-out.
        but i can't stop laughing...
in europe we don't have this: up-and-current
patriotism... in europe they call
        it nationalism: a very... very: evil word...
north americans can be patriotic...
but we europeans? ugly nationalists...
             but at this particular moment in history
i'm going to rub myself in lard and
           get a sun-tan...
                               can you blame me, given
my ethno-centric view on things?
       ever heard of the swedish deluge of poland?
no? you probably have heard of world war two...
     i swear to god, i have to bask in glee
at current affairs... because when will i have
the same amount of fun? in a graveyard?!
          what makes it ever so more poignant
is the western narrative: ooh ooh p'ooh.... boo h'oo...
     it's a real tear-jerker...
              i'm about to wet a handkerchief with
                    a waterfall equivalent of niagara falls...
if you know your history, based on
                accommodating an ethno-centric bias...
you'll know: ****! i better exploit this!
             so we had the sveedish invade the land
because there was a puppet king of the vasa family
on the throne... who ****** off to paris
        like kaiser wilhelm iv did to belgium...
                                see... i'm not buying into
this western narrative of bleaching people till all
their descriptive powers are reduced to pronouns
and verbs... and have a noun-anorexia...
                              because look who comes from
the other side! grammar-nazis... donning women's
underwear!
                             wanna be on that side of
the fence humpty-dumpty is perched on?
            what's that? scrambled, boiled, poached or fried?
       it really feels like a 2nd golden age of polish
history...             now we've sided with the
czechs, the slovaks and the huns...
                                   the huns were like:
                 those austrians? there're just weird...
                     the amstetten affair... you get the picture.
it's what the brexit movement doesn't really get:
other alliances have already been made,
                          the insurance policy has been established...
the west is freaking out, but head east and
you can already see: you little ***** want to play
the sensationalism gimmick with your media?
       look here... look what happens.
                                   hence the deutsche-schveeden
joke... variants include
     doyche-shveeden i'm no vegan...
                                      and some others i can't
be bothered to list...
                 but why is western society so *******
adamant to integrate it all as white?
                        for me the stories that are coming from
sweden and germany are, sadistically true:
        a bit... pleasing?
                                    well... if you know your history
you're not going to dub your nose in a handkerchief
and cry about it...
                        gentlemen! the *****! have dropped!
not from a historical perspective you won't...
                i miss being a child...
                        i miss having a fight with my peers
and otherwise...
             growing up, and all the fighting i used to
have has turned into psychoanalytical "violence";
        but sure as hell, if you're into history, and have
a higher tier list of self-identification politics that branches
outside of the simpleton guise of grammar in
the form of "correct" pronoun utilißation...
                            you'll know that there is no sympathy
for either sweden of germany at this moment in time...
                 they're so scared(?) to mention this place
they deem to be a "buffer" zone betweem "them"
  and russia, that they don't even care / dare to mention
it's existence.
                              the western narrative is really
        horrid...
       it just reeks the onomatopoeia: mmm... huh?! m'eh.
         the germanic women-folk, frauvolk...
can i add an -en to that italic word, so it sounds better?
              **** yeah!     frauvolken...
                 and the source of power:
           60 dollars / 30 quid... heidegger's ponderings...
aphorism 102... ponderings iii.
                                   that about wraps it up...
            a bit like: karma, the zeitgeist and history walk
into a bar...
                              that's karma on a national level,
that's karma stolen from the individual and individuated
choices and a personal life... this is karma morphed
into a collectivised dasein - a vector of monstrous
proportions: nationhood... tribalism...
                                      this is karma with a memory
imbedded in people of ethno-centric identification...
      so... karma, the zeitgeist and history walk into a bar...
      all of them order a brawl and a beer.