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Jetzt sagen die ganzen Pegida-Spackos dass das garnicht so schlimm sei und sie wären ja garnicht auf der Demo weil sie gegen Ausländer wären, aber sie wären halt mit der Gesamtsituation unzufrieden und faule Politiker und Massenmedien...
Ist halt blöd, nech? Wer auf eine Nazi-Demo geht, der wird als Nazi wahrgenommen.
Demos mit "gegen Islam im Abendland" im Titel sind Nazidemos.
Da ist nichts mit "Mitte der Gesellschaft" oder so. Wer da auftaucht sind Nazis.
Das fällt auch fast garnicht auf wenn man sich anhört was die Spinner dort so hirnbefreit vor sich hin faseln:”
“ Sage keiner:— Berthold Brecht
Erst müssen wir darüber sprechen,
was für ein Friede es sein soll.
Sage jeder: Erst soll es Friede sein.
Dulden wir keine Ausflucht,
scheuen wir nicht den Vorwurf, primitiv zu sein.
Seien wir einfach für den Frieden!
Diffamieren wir alle Regierungen,
die den Krieg nicht diffamieren! ”
“— Gelder für Entwicklung | Oxfam Deutschland
Nach aktuellen Oxfam-Zahlen wiegt allein das Vermögen der fünf reichsten Deutschen das der untersten 40 Prozent der Bevölkerung auf, das Vermögen des reichsten Prozents sogar das von 80 Prozent der Deutschen.
Um auf das Vermögen eines der fünf reichsten Deutschen zu kommen, helfen uns keine Lebensversicherungen und Sparpläne – man müsste fast 60 Jahre lang jeden Monat einen Rekord-Jackpot im Lotto gewinnen. Das Vermögen des reichsten Prozents wäre genug, die deutschen Staatsschulden komplett zu bezahlen, für den Bundeshaushalt 2014 aufzukommen und noch genug Geld übrigzuhaben, um ein Jahr lang die gesetzlichen Krankenversicherungen vollständig zu finanzieren.
Diese soziale Ungleichheit ist erschreckend. Sie ist strukturell verknüpft mit der globalen sozialen Ungleichheit, und sie hat ein Maß erreicht, das die wirtschaftliche Entwicklung bedroht und die Grundlagen des sozialen Zusammenhalts untergräbt.”
“ We must do away with the absolutely specious notion that everybody has to earn a living. It is a fact today that one in ten thousand of us can make a technological breakthrough capable of supporting all the rest. The youth of today are absolutely right in recognizing this nonsense of earning a living. We keep inventing jobs because of this false idea that everybody has to be employed at some kind of drudgery because, according to Malthusian-Darwinian theory, he must justify his right to exist. So we have inspectors of inspectors and people making instruments for inspectors to inspect inspectors. The true business of people should be to go back to school and think about whatever it was they were thinking about before somebody came along and told them they had to earn a living. ”— Buckminster Fuller
“ Because here's something [else] that's true. In the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And an outstanding reason for choosing some sort of God or spiritual-type thing to worship -- be it J.C. or Allah, be it Yahweh or the Wiccan mother-goddess or the Four Noble Truths or some infrangible set of ethical principles -- is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things -- if they are where you tap real meaning in life -- then you will never have enough. Never feel you have enough. It's the truth. Worship your own body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly, and when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally plant you. On one level, we all know this stuff already -- it's been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, bromides, epigrams, parables: the skeleton of every great story. The trick is keeping the truth up-front in daily consciousness. Worship power -- you will feel weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to keep the fear at bay. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart -- you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out. And so on. ”— Very interesting part of an overall interesting commencement speach by David Foster Wallace
“ Ich bin es leid, ich bin es echt leid. Der Staat gibt einer Firma, deren Geschäftsführer wegen Bestechlichkeit verurteilt wurde Geld, damit sie Schadsoftware herstellt, um die Bevölkerung zu überwachen. ”— Christopher Lauer » Zum Bundestrojaner, ein Rant
“ irc can help me keep it touch with my personal friends but it can keep me in touch with healthy communities as well. Never seen an online chat "room" or IM chat window that had a collective soul as many old irc channels do. ”— http://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=2696518
“— GSnow comments on My friend just died. I don't know what to do.
Alright, here goes. I'm old. What that means is that I've survived (so far) and a lot of people I've known and loved did not. I've lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can't imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here's my two cents.
I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don't want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don't want it to "not matter". I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gorged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see.
As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.
Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out.
Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too. If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks.”
“ No kidding, when the last hope for freedom is a bunch of bored teenage kids hanging out on a anime related board, we are so fucked. ”— Hacker News | Anonymous To Release Documents Proving BOA Committed Fraud on Monday
“ And finally, once I’ve done this, I’ll write some plugins for irssi that will run in the case of my death. I’m not entirely sure what it might do – maybe let everyone know that I am now dead and leave all of the channels. Or try and freak people out a bit and switch to a Markov chain bot which uses all of the text I’ve ever said on IRC from my log files – and make it look like I’m still there (but possibly deranged). ”— Run in case of Death | Can't Hack, Won't Hack
“ 400.000 Facebook-Fans wollen Guttenberg zurück, titeln die Medien.— Medienstratege – Redaktionsberatung und Medienseminare mit Peter Berger » Neue Indizien auf gefälschte Guttenberg-FansDabei existieren erdrückende Indizien, dass die Fans genauso gefakt sind wie Doktorarbeit des früheren Verteidigungsministers.”
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