The Pope, the world
The Postillon has in terms of sarcasm once again surpassed itself:
The Pope will save the world
can see there is sometimes just a beneficent gesture, a few Latin murmured obscurities and pious looks, can save the world.
Funny, neither in the news or in the newspapers, this feeling of success that the Pope brings world peace, even mentioned.
First they drag her all about the Pope and if it does sometimes with his Christmas speech really something good, no mention of the man.
common is this
Easter he wants (the Pope!) When the next Segnerei Beterei and matured to ensure that Catholic priests abusing boys choir no longer allowed.
Let's see if this brings something.
Hallelujah and Happy neuess year I wish all who read here.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Rabbit Automatic Water System
save something at Christmas time ...
Hello,
I publish here is a story I wrote many years ago, a rather cheesy little story, but somehow right for Christmas, because the word Christmas in there appears. It is also an old woman waiting for her son. The son is unfortunate, but after he called, he wants to visit his mother Eve, accompanied by his new girlfriend, it looks as if he finally again in the future will be able to laugh.
This story I found today, while cleaning up in grand style. I have yet to find other stories again, play some detective stories and some that are just impressions, such as from a trip.
Hopefully Blogger is also known as Google not angry with me, if I were to abuse this blog as a repository for my "literary" concoctions.
The old woman
The old woman heard the clock ticking. Regularly dripped in the kitchen of the tap. At this noise, she had long been accustomed to so that they hardly notice it. Only sometimes, like now at this moment, it seemed to her that would be in the tone of familiar sounds gradually something hostile. And it was not inwardly to rest, because they still stayed next to the ringing of the phone. Every time the tap was dripping, she thought, must now also the phone ring, as belonged together, these two sounds.
But the phone remained silent during these long hours before Christmas Eve. It remained silent to himself, caught in a silence that was always agonizing, the more the time passed.
She slowly to worry about Charles, her son.
For three weeks he had not heard from again. That was more than once before he unexpectedly then again to show up. Mostly he looked rather then taken from one of his Sauftouren.
Because Charles was drunkard, but why he drank, she did not know.
He probably drives now back around in some dives, she thought. On the other hand, he had his old mother on Christmas Eve never left alone and she knew he would not do well this time. Not after the father had died two years ago and the mother lived alone in the much too large floor apartment.
you got up slowly to the window zu gehen und in die beginnende Dämmerung hinauszuschauen. Schneeflocken fiel leise und sacht vom Himmel, und der Schnee auf den Bäumen und Büschen auf der Terrasse glänzte bläulich.
Erneut dachte sie: Wo der Junge wohl steckt...ihm wird doch nichts passiert sein.
Er tat ihr so leid. Sie wusste, wie sentimental er war, obwohl er es nicht zugab.
Sie erinnerte sich an das letzte Mal, als er gekommen war. Er hatte ihr Blumen mitgebracht, einen riesigen Strauss Rosen, die sie nur in mehreren Vasen hatte unterbringen können.
Wirst du mich Heiligabend besuchen? hatte sie gefragt.
Natürlich, Mutter.
Damals hatte sie gleich bemerkt, dass er wieder Kummer hatte, doch wollte er darüber nicht sprechen.
So wie Karl war, sah er die Realität nicht wirklich und schuf sich ständig sein eigenes unzutreffendes Bild von den Frauen, die er kennenlernte und die ihn häufig nur finanziell ausnutzten. Und die Enttäuschung, die das mit sich bringen musste, traf ihn doppelt hart. Meistens wollte er den Egoismus anderer einfach nicht wahrhaben, er dachte zu gut von anderen. Darin war er wie ein kleines Kind.
Und er lernte nie dazu, wenn er enttäuscht wurde, wurde nie verbittert, blieb ewig der naive gutgläubige Mensch, obwohl er in anderen Dingen wie den beruflichen gut zurechtkam.
Die alte Frau setzte sich wieder in den Sessel und knapperte an einem Stück Schokolade. Nicht weil sie Schokolade besonders gern mochte, but because chocolate and Christmas went together somehow.
listened with one ear, they are still hard to see if the telephone rang at last. When Karl came to visit, he called mostly in advance and asked if he could come. The silly boy, but he did not really ask. But he was given. He allowed himself never to call or stop by if he had been drinking. Nevertheless, they
knew that he drank, he had betrayed her in a fit of candor for yourself.
Are not you happy? she had asked him then.
Sometimes yes, sometimes not, he said.
What's the matter, is a family, "she said. If you had a wife and children ...
If it were that easy, he said.
But all real things are simple, they had answered him.
She was sure, would one day grow up Karl and come for inspection. Although he was nearly forty, he had not found a goal in life is to live for was worthwhile, but was still looking after.
was now there are nine clock and Karl still had not called. Again she began to worry that something might have happened.
Suddenly, like a dark foreboding driven and walked toward the phone. And it came just in time, because it rang long and persistent.
that you, Karl?
Yes, mother. We'll get to you ...
We? she asked in amazement.
Yes, "said Karl, and his voice sounded very different from usual, you sounded bright and happy as she had never heard before. I met a woman and you were right when you said, I lack a family. We want to get married ...
As did the old woman that her son had finally come of age, and she hung up the phone and went into the kitchen to make final preparations for the visit.
Hello,
I publish here is a story I wrote many years ago, a rather cheesy little story, but somehow right for Christmas, because the word Christmas in there appears. It is also an old woman waiting for her son. The son is unfortunate, but after he called, he wants to visit his mother Eve, accompanied by his new girlfriend, it looks as if he finally again in the future will be able to laugh.
This story I found today, while cleaning up in grand style. I have yet to find other stories again, play some detective stories and some that are just impressions, such as from a trip.
Hopefully Blogger is also known as Google not angry with me, if I were to abuse this blog as a repository for my "literary" concoctions.
The old woman
The old woman heard the clock ticking. Regularly dripped in the kitchen of the tap. At this noise, she had long been accustomed to so that they hardly notice it. Only sometimes, like now at this moment, it seemed to her that would be in the tone of familiar sounds gradually something hostile. And it was not inwardly to rest, because they still stayed next to the ringing of the phone. Every time the tap was dripping, she thought, must now also the phone ring, as belonged together, these two sounds.
But the phone remained silent during these long hours before Christmas Eve. It remained silent to himself, caught in a silence that was always agonizing, the more the time passed.
She slowly to worry about Charles, her son.
For three weeks he had not heard from again. That was more than once before he unexpectedly then again to show up. Mostly he looked rather then taken from one of his Sauftouren.
Because Charles was drunkard, but why he drank, she did not know.
He probably drives now back around in some dives, she thought. On the other hand, he had his old mother on Christmas Eve never left alone and she knew he would not do well this time. Not after the father had died two years ago and the mother lived alone in the much too large floor apartment.
you got up slowly to the window zu gehen und in die beginnende Dämmerung hinauszuschauen. Schneeflocken fiel leise und sacht vom Himmel, und der Schnee auf den Bäumen und Büschen auf der Terrasse glänzte bläulich.
Erneut dachte sie: Wo der Junge wohl steckt...ihm wird doch nichts passiert sein.
Er tat ihr so leid. Sie wusste, wie sentimental er war, obwohl er es nicht zugab.
Sie erinnerte sich an das letzte Mal, als er gekommen war. Er hatte ihr Blumen mitgebracht, einen riesigen Strauss Rosen, die sie nur in mehreren Vasen hatte unterbringen können.
Wirst du mich Heiligabend besuchen? hatte sie gefragt.
Natürlich, Mutter.
Damals hatte sie gleich bemerkt, dass er wieder Kummer hatte, doch wollte er darüber nicht sprechen.
So wie Karl war, sah er die Realität nicht wirklich und schuf sich ständig sein eigenes unzutreffendes Bild von den Frauen, die er kennenlernte und die ihn häufig nur finanziell ausnutzten. Und die Enttäuschung, die das mit sich bringen musste, traf ihn doppelt hart. Meistens wollte er den Egoismus anderer einfach nicht wahrhaben, er dachte zu gut von anderen. Darin war er wie ein kleines Kind.
Und er lernte nie dazu, wenn er enttäuscht wurde, wurde nie verbittert, blieb ewig der naive gutgläubige Mensch, obwohl er in anderen Dingen wie den beruflichen gut zurechtkam.
Die alte Frau setzte sich wieder in den Sessel und knapperte an einem Stück Schokolade. Nicht weil sie Schokolade besonders gern mochte, but because chocolate and Christmas went together somehow.
listened with one ear, they are still hard to see if the telephone rang at last. When Karl came to visit, he called mostly in advance and asked if he could come. The silly boy, but he did not really ask. But he was given. He allowed himself never to call or stop by if he had been drinking. Nevertheless, they
knew that he drank, he had betrayed her in a fit of candor for yourself.
Are not you happy? she had asked him then.
Sometimes yes, sometimes not, he said.
What's the matter, is a family, "she said. If you had a wife and children ...
If it were that easy, he said.
But all real things are simple, they had answered him.
She was sure, would one day grow up Karl and come for inspection. Although he was nearly forty, he had not found a goal in life is to live for was worthwhile, but was still looking after.
was now there are nine clock and Karl still had not called. Again she began to worry that something might have happened.
Suddenly, like a dark foreboding driven and walked toward the phone. And it came just in time, because it rang long and persistent.
that you, Karl?
Yes, mother. We'll get to you ...
We? she asked in amazement.
Yes, "said Karl, and his voice sounded very different from usual, you sounded bright and happy as she had never heard before. I met a woman and you were right when you said, I lack a family. We want to get married ...
As did the old woman that her son had finally come of age, and she hung up the phone and went into the kitchen to make final preparations for the visit.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Things They Can Find In A Blood Test
nature and more
Now I just read a second time within a short time India trip of Percy Bonsall on my reader. If I quit now and then since you may need breaks when reading, I think about why I so love this book. It is not on any bestseller lists, the author is long dead and I do not know anyone who has ever mentioned to me. It was so Bonsels famous, his books are especially The Adventures of Maya the Bee been translated into all languages.
Waldemar Bonsels
But India trip is probably less known. It is a book to which I have a personal relationship. Because I think, just as there are people to whom you have a personal relationship, because they have the same attitude and the same sense of humor, there are books in which one finds oneself. Because then you think: So I also feel that I could have written her own support smooth, if I were a poet. Since you have the eureka moment. Other books may hold one or relates to information from them, are then called the blah-blah books.
But then there are books that touch you inside.
is a book so India trip for me. Other news from this book I love, because it is so sensitive to impressions are that give a natural experience.
Bonsall describes as his days at sea, the unceasing pounding of the waves against the beach and how he thinks that eternity must feel as a perpetual Repetition of the same. And as he turned his back on several turtles found on the beach, which are in the process of charring in the heat of the sun, because they can not exempt itself again from their deadly situation.
He helps them by those who are still strong, gives way back into the sea.
He later finds out that there are local fishermen that they have placed on their painful situation because they want to make with the tortoiseshell of animals money.
watched a whole day Bonsall, a large fly with one wing, trying with a flight of jump to get on a particular stone, always fails and landing on another piece.
This is what the poet is a parable of his own restless life.
are described in this book hardly acts of humans, but can still pass a lot of dramas.
breathtaking it is, for example, as Bonsall describes the struggle of countless rats against a handful of cats, which takes place in the room of the dilapidated house where he stays in temporarily.
One night he wakes up by any noise and observed the events.
There is a very brutal struggle for survival and instead of the rule in this house. For years the cats have prevailed until the rats have so increased that they become just by their mere majority are the fittest.
And now it comes to mutual slaughter in which the cats are in the minority and where their size and their strength does not help.
The drama then ends so that a snake shows up, trembling of the true ruler of the house, above all, man.
The poet sees everything that happens in nature, a symbol. And so will the mutual yourself fighting animals, the similarity with the struggle of people for land and greed for gold, for mineral resources.
To listen to but also the similarity, since animals kill each other not to each other to steal gold, or because they does not fit, that the other has a different or no God, but it's simply about survival.
Bonsall describes any cute animal world in which animals are just cute and what not to do evil, but the nature as it really is.
cruel and yet indescribably beautiful.
Addendum: There are
Waldemar Bonsels India trip on Ebay in a first edition of 1920, signed for 200 €.
A tip for those who do not know what else I can give for Christmas.
Now I just read a second time within a short time India trip of Percy Bonsall on my reader. If I quit now and then since you may need breaks when reading, I think about why I so love this book. It is not on any bestseller lists, the author is long dead and I do not know anyone who has ever mentioned to me. It was so Bonsels famous, his books are especially The Adventures of Maya the Bee been translated into all languages.
Waldemar Bonsels
But India trip is probably less known. It is a book to which I have a personal relationship. Because I think, just as there are people to whom you have a personal relationship, because they have the same attitude and the same sense of humor, there are books in which one finds oneself. Because then you think: So I also feel that I could have written her own support smooth, if I were a poet. Since you have the eureka moment. Other books may hold one or relates to information from them, are then called the blah-blah books.
But then there are books that touch you inside.
is a book so India trip for me. Other news from this book I love, because it is so sensitive to impressions are that give a natural experience.
Bonsall describes as his days at sea, the unceasing pounding of the waves against the beach and how he thinks that eternity must feel as a perpetual Repetition of the same. And as he turned his back on several turtles found on the beach, which are in the process of charring in the heat of the sun, because they can not exempt itself again from their deadly situation.
He helps them by those who are still strong, gives way back into the sea.
He later finds out that there are local fishermen that they have placed on their painful situation because they want to make with the tortoiseshell of animals money.
watched a whole day Bonsall, a large fly with one wing, trying with a flight of jump to get on a particular stone, always fails and landing on another piece.
This is what the poet is a parable of his own restless life.
are described in this book hardly acts of humans, but can still pass a lot of dramas.
breathtaking it is, for example, as Bonsall describes the struggle of countless rats against a handful of cats, which takes place in the room of the dilapidated house where he stays in temporarily.
One night he wakes up by any noise and observed the events.
There is a very brutal struggle for survival and instead of the rule in this house. For years the cats have prevailed until the rats have so increased that they become just by their mere majority are the fittest.
And now it comes to mutual slaughter in which the cats are in the minority and where their size and their strength does not help.
The drama then ends so that a snake shows up, trembling of the true ruler of the house, above all, man.
The poet sees everything that happens in nature, a symbol. And so will the mutual yourself fighting animals, the similarity with the struggle of people for land and greed for gold, for mineral resources.
To listen to but also the similarity, since animals kill each other not to each other to steal gold, or because they does not fit, that the other has a different or no God, but it's simply about survival.
Bonsall describes any cute animal world in which animals are just cute and what not to do evil, but the nature as it really is.
cruel and yet indescribably beautiful.
Addendum: There are
Waldemar Bonsels India trip on Ebay in a first edition of 1920, signed for 200 €.
A tip for those who do not know what else I can give for Christmas.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Josh Huntcherson Boxers
old diary
I once again geschmöckert in old diaries. Today, in a diary from 2003. There are often such as real Trifles in it that I get sick. Why I had to write it that I had with a man to whom I have long lost contact, I had a long hotkey press! About their disease and that afterwards I felt myself very ill, is beyond me. But then, I still believed I müssste sensitively listen to anyone who was ill or pretending to be sick. Not that I refuse to comfort someone. Everyone can use times. The point is that some people live for their illnesses, have no other subject and constantly expect to be the good place.
And then you cozy even moderately ill.
But I also other people knew, they were quite the opposite, have inspired me. Somehow, these acquaintances but had to go missing or they are dead.
Once I have noted down:
Sometimes I wake in the morning and I can not sleep again. I dream and think about my life .. I think: who am I, where I come from, where I go ...? I think that I have a past, like any man, but I rarely look back. Why not? If this unpleasant past, I have perhaps no more money to her because I've changed it since then, much? I do not know, but it is so that I actually only in the presence of live, and when I think back then that what happened maybe a year ago ... And the other day someone said to me, but I would have to be really a lucky person because I lived only in the present. .. That was me then also strange because the fact have been no reason to be happy or may be ...
Or is it?
When I read this here so after the event occurs to me that I have always enjoyed reading a lot of Peter Handke, and that this has probably reflected in my style.
Another time, I noted:
morning on the radio "flight to the box" by James Thurber is one read by Otto Sander. Not all of Thurber I like, but this story is one of them. Somehow it corresponds to what I think too often, and feel that I want to run away from all the hardships in a box to have my peace.
Thurber is very enigmatic.
This paragraph makes me in my diary that I think I must again read Thurber.
And then come before all my appointments with the dentist and that I had received a new bridge and that's again just blah.
But a poem I had written to me by Friedrich Hollaender:
If I do what I expected,
tantamount to me at a loss
what I should do for me,
a bad or good time.
If I do what I expected,
I'd be more happy
because once I were not such a happy ',
I would have nostalgia for the sadness. This poem has
me then and fell today. And I'm glad I wrote it trigger further.
And a visit, which was done in the year 2003, I think back fondly and have written it:
Visiting K. Rhododendron in all the colors in his beautiful garden. He plucked a flower and told me the different parts of the plant: Stamp, stamens, etc. at the top in his studio, we looked at each other's prints, they compared. He works very carefully, while often smeared on the edges of my graphics, because I gave too much ink on the printing plate. He showed me the stamps, which he had cut from a Linolplatte thought I should sign my work .
Or this:
The most beautiful moment of the day to me is the morning. When I got up and drank coffee. While I breakfast, I look out the window and watch the glow of morning light on the brick front of the house opposite. The normally dull-looking three-story box of bunk house is by the play of light and shadow very much alive. The red brick will receive a warm bright sound. I see the wandering shadows of balconies, trees and bushes on the wall, and then a feeling of happiness comes over me about all this beauty and that life is so alive.
all these paragraphs I read in my diary and I think it has really given too aufschreibenswerte moments in life. And by the memory because pickings, I experience it again.
But it was just still a single moment, only brief moments. And they were really rare, which was also normal, because no one ever can be in ecstasy.
I'm including on my tests written with the food combining and my skin rash and itching all over and I went a whole year to a medical practitioner and it has not helped, the whole vast amounts of tea that I drank and every morning I would always drink a glass of brandy to stimulate circulation.
Since I was intoxicated always in the morning.
This is actually the entire contents of the diary of notable in 2003, because the records only go up to July, and then I stopped to record something.
I will delete this diary on my computer because I'm cleaning up on anyway. But how strange it is to read it all again.
people, things, states, nothing is permanent, nothing is. So Buddhism says also that one should expect anything to stick well in advance anything.
The true reality is impermanence.
I once again geschmöckert in old diaries. Today, in a diary from 2003. There are often such as real Trifles in it that I get sick. Why I had to write it that I had with a man to whom I have long lost contact, I had a long hotkey press! About their disease and that afterwards I felt myself very ill, is beyond me. But then, I still believed I müssste sensitively listen to anyone who was ill or pretending to be sick. Not that I refuse to comfort someone. Everyone can use times. The point is that some people live for their illnesses, have no other subject and constantly expect to be the good place.
And then you cozy even moderately ill.
But I also other people knew, they were quite the opposite, have inspired me. Somehow, these acquaintances but had to go missing or they are dead.
Once I have noted down:
Sometimes I wake in the morning and I can not sleep again. I dream and think about my life .. I think: who am I, where I come from, where I go ...? I think that I have a past, like any man, but I rarely look back. Why not? If this unpleasant past, I have perhaps no more money to her because I've changed it since then, much? I do not know, but it is so that I actually only in the presence of live, and when I think back then that what happened maybe a year ago ... And the other day someone said to me, but I would have to be really a lucky person because I lived only in the present. .. That was me then also strange because the fact have been no reason to be happy or may be ...
Or is it?
When I read this here so after the event occurs to me that I have always enjoyed reading a lot of Peter Handke, and that this has probably reflected in my style.
Another time, I noted:
morning on the radio "flight to the box" by James Thurber is one read by Otto Sander. Not all of Thurber I like, but this story is one of them. Somehow it corresponds to what I think too often, and feel that I want to run away from all the hardships in a box to have my peace.
Thurber is very enigmatic.
This paragraph makes me in my diary that I think I must again read Thurber.
And then come before all my appointments with the dentist and that I had received a new bridge and that's again just blah.
But a poem I had written to me by Friedrich Hollaender:
If I do what I expected,
tantamount to me at a loss
what I should do for me,
a bad or good time.
If I do what I expected,
I'd be more happy
because once I were not such a happy ',
I would have nostalgia for the sadness. This poem has
me then and fell today. And I'm glad I wrote it trigger further.
And a visit, which was done in the year 2003, I think back fondly and have written it:
Visiting K. Rhododendron in all the colors in his beautiful garden. He plucked a flower and told me the different parts of the plant: Stamp, stamens, etc. at the top in his studio, we looked at each other's prints, they compared. He works very carefully, while often smeared on the edges of my graphics, because I gave too much ink on the printing plate. He showed me the stamps, which he had cut from a Linolplatte thought I should sign my work .
Or this:
The most beautiful moment of the day to me is the morning. When I got up and drank coffee. While I breakfast, I look out the window and watch the glow of morning light on the brick front of the house opposite. The normally dull-looking three-story box of bunk house is by the play of light and shadow very much alive. The red brick will receive a warm bright sound. I see the wandering shadows of balconies, trees and bushes on the wall, and then a feeling of happiness comes over me about all this beauty and that life is so alive.
all these paragraphs I read in my diary and I think it has really given too aufschreibenswerte moments in life. And by the memory because pickings, I experience it again.
But it was just still a single moment, only brief moments. And they were really rare, which was also normal, because no one ever can be in ecstasy.
I'm including on my tests written with the food combining and my skin rash and itching all over and I went a whole year to a medical practitioner and it has not helped, the whole vast amounts of tea that I drank and every morning I would always drink a glass of brandy to stimulate circulation.
Since I was intoxicated always in the morning.
This is actually the entire contents of the diary of notable in 2003, because the records only go up to July, and then I stopped to record something.
I will delete this diary on my computer because I'm cleaning up on anyway. But how strange it is to read it all again.
people, things, states, nothing is permanent, nothing is. So Buddhism says also that one should expect anything to stick well in advance anything.
The true reality is impermanence.
My Own Design A Helmet
Weihnachtsfrau
Did you know that Santa Claus will be a Christmas this year a woman?
Why? Why only?
Because it is cheaper to save a woman cease to be a man and our yellow and black government needs. And because it is in Santa Claus and Christmas-area woman be no minimum wage.
who does good, should not expect even this much money, for we know only the good go to heaven, while the others are greedy outside before, must remain.
So do not forget the Christmas woman if she brings you gifts to give a little contribution, because she has desperately needed to make the long waiting time to bridge up to the entrance to the kingdom of heaven.
Did you know that Santa Claus will be a Christmas this year a woman?
Why? Why only?
Because it is cheaper to save a woman cease to be a man and our yellow and black government needs. And because it is in Santa Claus and Christmas-area woman be no minimum wage.
who does good, should not expect even this much money, for we know only the good go to heaven, while the others are greedy outside before, must remain.
So do not forget the Christmas woman if she brings you gifts to give a little contribution, because she has desperately needed to make the long waiting time to bridge up to the entrance to the kingdom of heaven.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Audio Processing Disorder Portland
the day nutzen
Here I have a more subtle link to the previously written post about Pope Ratzinger:
balloons
I must say I like this site because it is satirical and I like political satire. Unfortunately, I can do it myself not to write really satirical. This is perhaps an innate talent. Or I'm just not abusive enough to considerate.
To take advantage of the day and because of this post but otherwise is just bad, I add here, even a small photo of me. I've never done before. Some do it so constantly and have no fear, others will never.
I do sometimes both.
To anonymize me (this tricky word but I had to actually look up only in the dictionary) I think my hand over her mouth.
Also I dressed myself, I dyed my hair and wear green and yellow contact lenses.
Oh, ever, now I do not know under which category should I place this post. Perhaps under Conceived or rather under
message.
Here I have a more subtle link to the previously written post about Pope Ratzinger:
balloons
I must say I like this site because it is satirical and I like political satire. Unfortunately, I can do it myself not to write really satirical. This is perhaps an innate talent. Or I'm just not abusive enough to considerate.
To take advantage of the day and because of this post but otherwise is just bad, I add here, even a small photo of me. I've never done before. Some do it so constantly and have no fear, others will never.
I do sometimes both.
To anonymize me (this tricky word but I had to actually look up only in the dictionary) I think my hand over her mouth.
Also I dressed myself, I dyed my hair and wear green and yellow contact lenses.
Oh, ever, now I do not know under which category should I place this post. Perhaps under Conceived or rather under
message.
Monday, November 22, 2010
How To Drive The Motorcycle Poptropica
Päpstliche Überraschung
Read today on the news that Pope Ratzinger will now allow the the use of condoms.
As I read this, I immediately got up and I looked out the window to see if there is to see out side because maybe cheering crowds.
War but nothing ...
Well, I live well in the Protestant north, where you are anyway not care about whether this or that one any pope allowed. And it is so commonly believed that a body such as the Catholic Church, known in only recently, was that hundreds of thousands of its priest sexual abuse have driven with children, keep your mouth shut and only go in should.
is still a mystery, however, that Pope Ratzinger is now supported even condoms - at least under certain circumstances. Probably because every time a license from the church required. Not that every Catholic now goes little man, buys a condom, and thus prevents humanity continue to occur unabated more and more people have to starve. No, not allowed to use, it should only certain Menschengruppenen, such as AIDS. The Pope thinks ahead and drew discovered as a result of the fact that AIDS is contagious through sexual contact and not by the fact that an AIDS patient reaches a normal person, just the hand.
This is just great, a tiny progress has occurred in thinking Ratzinger. But
reason for this enormous change of mind but should only be a book that the Pope has written, still wants to write or that of humanity will be spared hopefully forever. It is intended to be a book with many religious advice and regulations, how to make a moral may result in life. And it should, if possible, also bought by people who are neither the Catholic Church may still suffer from the Pope. And to prove
it is therefore the first Pope Ratzinger, in his thinking that he no longer lives in the Middle Ages. The thinking that is still a lot.
Well, what concerns me, I will not buy the book turn, even off the TV when I see the Pope on television bless the crowd.
I just can not stand him well.
Addendum:
As I get out, the Pope writes well but not on a book, but it will be one written about him. However, it is just as bad! And quite superfluous.
Incidentally, although Pope Ratzinger AIDS patients a little welcome to use a condom small, in order to complete reaction of sexual desire, he is of course still against homosexuality and against the birth control pill.
Now if more people have to starve if the huge children's blessing, it is simply God's will.
Does Ratzinger.
Read today on the news that Pope Ratzinger will now allow the the use of condoms.
As I read this, I immediately got up and I looked out the window to see if there is to see out side because maybe cheering crowds.
War but nothing ...
Well, I live well in the Protestant north, where you are anyway not care about whether this or that one any pope allowed. And it is so commonly believed that a body such as the Catholic Church, known in only recently, was that hundreds of thousands of its priest sexual abuse have driven with children, keep your mouth shut and only go in should.
is still a mystery, however, that Pope Ratzinger is now supported even condoms - at least under certain circumstances. Probably because every time a license from the church required. Not that every Catholic now goes little man, buys a condom, and thus prevents humanity continue to occur unabated more and more people have to starve. No, not allowed to use, it should only certain Menschengruppenen, such as AIDS. The Pope thinks ahead and drew discovered as a result of the fact that AIDS is contagious through sexual contact and not by the fact that an AIDS patient reaches a normal person, just the hand.
This is just great, a tiny progress has occurred in thinking Ratzinger. But
reason for this enormous change of mind but should only be a book that the Pope has written, still wants to write or that of humanity will be spared hopefully forever. It is intended to be a book with many religious advice and regulations, how to make a moral may result in life. And it should, if possible, also bought by people who are neither the Catholic Church may still suffer from the Pope. And to prove
it is therefore the first Pope Ratzinger, in his thinking that he no longer lives in the Middle Ages. The thinking that is still a lot.
Well, what concerns me, I will not buy the book turn, even off the TV when I see the Pope on television bless the crowd.
I just can not stand him well.
Addendum:
As I get out, the Pope writes well but not on a book, but it will be one written about him. However, it is just as bad! And quite superfluous.
Incidentally, although Pope Ratzinger AIDS patients a little welcome to use a condom small, in order to complete reaction of sexual desire, he is of course still against homosexuality and against the birth control pill.
Now if more people have to starve if the huge children's blessing, it is simply God's will.
Does Ratzinger.
Monday, February 8, 2010
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Deforestation on campus Melaten
clearing the RWTH campus Melaten - Land creates a fait accompli
NABU eV Aachen City 8.02.2010
NABU Aachen RWTH massive deforestation sentenced on campus Melaten and calls for a moratorium on the south of the development area.
NABU Aachen, was entitled to but not species protection concerns about deforestation, but condemned the massive cases of up to 35-year-old trees at the future campus Melaten and along the surrounding streets. A count of the campus Melaten opponents led at least 1000 felled trees, all with a trunk circumference greater than 30 cm had.
NABU Aachen and the campus Melaten opponents criticize the very lack of concern, to be created with the weeks before the development plan to a degree accomplished facts. The already limited opportunities to run to effective legal protection, according to the law of the Federal Constitutional Court against any state action must not be denied. It also looks like that it is not in the least to the discussions on the variants I to IV of the southern access care. The large clearing area in the south of the campus grounds can guess that the version I should be implemented as a construction road immediately.
NABU Aachen Calls nachdrücklich ein Moratorium für den Süden des Erweiterungsgebietes des RWTH Campus Melaten, damit sich die geschundene Natur erholen kann.
© NABU-Aachen
www.nabu-aachen.de
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# quelle: Rodungen_am_Campus_Melaten
clearing the RWTH campus Melaten - Land creates a fait accompli
NABU eV Aachen City 8.02.2010
NABU Aachen RWTH massive deforestation sentenced on campus Melaten and calls for a moratorium on the south of the development area.
Photo: Google Maps
NABU Aachen, was entitled to but not species protection concerns about deforestation, but condemned the massive cases of up to 35-year-old trees at the future campus Melaten and along the surrounding streets. A count of the campus Melaten opponents led at least 1000 felled trees, all with a trunk circumference greater than 30 cm had.
NABU Aachen and the campus Melaten opponents criticize the very lack of concern, to be created with the weeks before the development plan to a degree accomplished facts. The already limited opportunities to run to effective legal protection, according to the law of the Federal Constitutional Court against any state action must not be denied. It also looks like that it is not in the least to the discussions on the variants I to IV of the southern access care. The large clearing area in the south of the campus grounds can guess that the version I should be implemented as a construction road immediately.
NABU Aachen Calls nachdrücklich ein Moratorium für den Süden des Erweiterungsgebietes des RWTH Campus Melaten, damit sich die geschundene Natur erholen kann.
© NABU-Aachen
www.nabu-aachen.de
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# quelle: Rodungen_am_Campus_Melaten
Monday, January 25, 2010
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