Wednesday, March 24, 2010

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Philipp Rösler egg



Na, Philipp Rösler, how is it going? Long time no hear from Berlin. The learning curve seems indeed to be over.

Probably not as easy at that age like to take a federal ministry? But you can make it.

I had at that age a bold items in a worldwide operating group. This may be alright. As

So this first major prize in the history of medicine. Just got randomly plus minus seen in the ARD.

It looks as if to blast the media slowly. May be the time the puppy is over for protection Philipp Rösler.

The minus at plus have reported, that these re-imports to be tilted for the drugs. Brought these re-imports no price reductions in some areas? And this was not a good thing?

When I go to a pharmacy, I always ask for re-imports. Should do any way.

They have also reported at plus minus the fact that the prices of medicines, on average, in part, 50% higher than in Europe. But now supposed to be regulated. Is not it strange that the pharmaceutical industry is currently barely touched?

Since there are lobbyists in Berlin. Following the report of plus or minus one gets the impression that the mix again.

That makes a bad impression, Philipp Rösler, if that is now a story again a'la FDP Mövenpick. Clearly one can thereby scoring points with the FDP people and voters, but those are not but most are less. And yes Guido Westerwelle conjures up the wisdom of the voters and also hopes that not all are too stupid.

I will always wonder how long that still choose the FDP be.

I personally hope so, go to the NRW as many to choose from and the FDP powerful one gets on the cover.

Well, Philipp Rösler, it is not easy to Federal Health Minister, but not unrealistic.

I would think exactly to whom I hear. Age does not matter. Sometimes youth is an asset.

dare something new and peaceful. There is in Berlin a generation of politicians are a kind of dinosaur. As Westerwelle. extinct as the dinosaurs developed something new.

I also hope for something new and perhaps something better. And not so half-hearted mini-reform in the approach already in the failure seems to be stuck. The

at plus minus with its report but it seems to me just not to be so wrong. And as I said, slowly, one shoots at a Philipp Rösler and protecting the puppy is over.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

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Westerwelle does not joke!


I still very well remember the time when Westerwelle as chancellor candidate of the FDP up lies, went with his fun car on the campaign trail with the 18% campaign for general amusement, even in intellectual circles and the media provided. As he was

Vice Chancellor and Foreign Minister, it seemed as thought the first time held its breath and all who have previously laughed yet, benevolent and curious to see how he would do then.

There was some speculation about how it would be if, during a state visit, would take his companions. On the evening of the election victory saw him, his head lovingly pressed to Westerwelle chest and both beamed with happiness with a glass of champagne in hand. It may indeed be.

Probably the first interview as foreign minister was even then legendary: We are in Germany, we speak German! A polite host Westerwelle probably is not. But those were just journalists.

The first foreign visit of our Foreign Minister, certified this press yes, then a quite passable appearance. Has he really done it all his first visit? Or is he still wants to be Chancellor? In Poland, he was

and since there were some woman in Germany who wanted to do their job and did not like the Poles. Westerwelle this woman is yes, then got rid of. The question of whether his action was reasonable or not was probably never really discussed. I would have liked it better when we had proven the fact of our sovereignty.

Today he is so for social justice in our country and make work pay and he wants a debate about our welfare state. So not so happy as Foreign Minister, Mr Westerwelle?

Ah yes, the polls were disastrous for the FDP and it is also still chairman of the party.

For weeks now neo-liberalism has a face: The hard, relentless, determined and unmoved by Guido Westerwelle! Now this is not fun and Westerwelle is no joke. It has been discussed for weeks.

But all those who try Westerwelle and now his followers, something sensible and factual counter, it should be noted is concern, dismay and, ultimately, a degree of speechlessness.

Talk of Ursula von der Leyen in parliament seemed like a desperate attempt to reason with a stubborn child.

distances Merkel to the child but does away the hammer, it shatters the porcelain. Pour the media metered malice, but also hold otherwise fairly covered. And the political cabaret wonder, after they have Westerwelle ridiculed what this man really thinks.

Why should think Westerwelle today in the intellectual sense? This he has done in the past few years before. He has for years always remained the same, which never moved, who has never brought about a significant change, who never had a vision. Charismatic qualities he seemed to be completely missing as well as other intellectual skills that would be necessary, perhaps a due to lead policy debate, which is geared to the challenges of our society.

thinking? Why should he. He is good at fun from his perspective. He is a populist: principally the voting figures, the main thing is different.

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Three Wishes


Selig and he awoke, pushed himself lolling, the second pillow from his bed.

Strange, he thought, and tried to remember it when he wakes up the last time with such a feeling was. It was a gift of awakening, so to.

was that night something happened to him. A small change only essential, but not dramatic in style, that he wakes up as an insect thought, though he realized that this could quite easily be possible. This time he was spared. He felt transformed fundamentally beyond the stage of an insect out, as which he feels sometimes when he went bad and he broke his head about God and the world.

He got up and walked to the terrace. The morning tenderly touched his naked body. The night had touched his soul.

Rebecca it was, he remembered that had gone into town to find the one that loved her soul. They met the Knights Templar. At this rate depended only yesterday his heart, often desperate, its importance as a promise mountains was able to change his life.

, Tell me, you love to my soul where you pastures where you rest at noon, so I do not have to run around the flocks of your companions. "

As the second pillow from his bed, he pushed now this sentence from his head, stretched it and enjoyed the moment when I lost this set of his current role and into an abyss was what was for him as a liberation. Just as had happened to the second pillow pushed over the edge of the bed, pushed down into an abyss.

Things are never what they claim to be. Rates and related thoughts either.

The sight of the bright blue sky with its warming morning sun increased his cheerful mood. This was something real, something tangible. A tangible promise. The past years was the winter was behind him.

, I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you love does not wake and does not interfere until he please. My friend answered and said unto me: Arise, my love, my fair one, and come here! For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. "

He turned back from the terrace into the bedroom, pulled on his swimming trunks he had forgotten a few years ago here in the house, went out again, slowly, as he walked through the garden to the pool and stood at the edge. His eyes wandered thoughtfully down the hill, across to the other slopes and lingered for a moment on the gentle hills on which the sun had risen.

, My beloved is mine, and I am his, which feed among the lilies. Until the day and the shadows will disappear, turn up her like a gazelle, my friend, or like a young stag on the mountains of spices. "

He listened to the sounds of birds and Grazing goats and then looked at the smooth surface of the water in front of him. It would tear him if he jumps in there now! The harsh cold of the water caught him and drove the rest of fatigue and with every movement of his train went back a long forgotten clarity.

He remembered the three wishes, which he cherished throughout his life, like a secret treasure. Of which it was said that you would get them met when they would meet a fairy. Rautenberg stopped and drifted. As a child he did not believe any fairy tale. His stories are still being served! Damn hard to see to see through.

, at night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves. I was looking for, but I found him do not. "

he joined Strong from the edge of the pool again and dived through the entire length of the pool. He was no longer a child. Something in his childhood, he felt, seemed to have him saved from his three wishes recklessly to disclose. But nothing kept him in recent years to believe in love.

What arrant nonsense for! Again something that he could come out of bed. Many a fairy was a delusion and before you knew it, was an opportunity squandered. Life is made of missed opportunities.

He had long thought about what could be his three wishes. Things, the importance of had been so great that her greatest happiness would fulfill promises and seem like a miracle, the performance of their alleged failure in the field of human potential was, but would still only a fairy, a magician or otherwise meet a supernatural being. This was a prerequisite, whatever kind of conduct, depending on the nature, which promised to fulfill, and yet they seemed to guard jealously the performance. In many fairy tales are told of how frivolous requests were lost. More nonsense.

, Come with me, my spouse, from Lebanon, come with me from Lebanon, come down from the level of Amana, from the height of the Senir and Hermon, from the homes of lions, from the mountains of the leopards. You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride, you have ravished my heart with one glance of your eyes. How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! "

three wishes, he thought, amused, jumped after he had pulled his tracks on the edge of the pool, enjoying the view, got up and at that moment he felt again a royal resting in him, which he had felt since his youth, often .

And just at that moment he rediscovered unexpected beauty around you in all that he considered could.

was his feeling at that moment again this a sweet delight.

, but when I opened my friend, he was gone and gone. My soul was furious that he had turned away. I sought him, but I did not find him, I cried, but he did not answer '.

Life fulfills three wishes. It required no fee. Life is far more generous than a fairy with her three wishes. His three wishes were met him. How could he just forget. A second pillow, he did not need.

, my friend, I belong to, and his desire is for me. Come, my Friend, let us go into the field and spend the night under Zyperblumen that we leave early to the vineyards and see if the vine and sprouts its flowers rise if the pomegranates flourish. Then I will give you my love. "

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

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Fucking Birthday


course, I do not forget your birthday. I fear that this will be the last thing I will never forget in my life. And I'm good at forgetting birthdays.

A very good friend of many years old does not tire of it, my shit together every year if I have forgotten her birthday. And my ex-wife has now learned at an early stage, and also to invite me to remember her birthday.

As my stepdaughter three or four days later, a birthday is, the risk is low, forget even that. Then it's already vague in terms of the birthdays of my sister, my nephews and my niece. My memory of their birthdays is then time rather nebulous, sooner or later, around day or week to the current day. This is my memory always sympathetic and cordial, and sometimes I create also usually a telephone call. If your birthday is

something else, and so I can not forget my birthday, it's me with your well. I wish it were otherwise. Yes, I wish it were otherwise, and today I would not want you puke the birthday cake at your feet.

I had been almost ten years a lot of effort to find out extent at least, how do you want to celebrate your birthday favorite. You can indulge in some way the left always right about you, whatever I had even thought of.

The surprise party in a big circle, the small circle, the candlelight dinner in the desert, the fireworks on your fortieth, the champagne at the Arctic circle, whatever. But strictly speaking, it went well with you damn.

You know, I've really been a lot of trouble with your Birthdays.

You were always so depressed when your birthday came in sight. You have said time and again to live on borrowed time.

When we first met you were speaking of which perhaps only ten or fifteen years, and still enjoy them with me do. Years later there were only five or ten.

I also remember very well how often I despaired over the years and struggled with our destiny. Why would just you and us so that to happen. And I wondered if that would each be our last common birthday. I could not and I did not imagine a life without you.

to Man's birthday not chickens before they hatch, the medicine is making progress and it is now clear that you make your years full and still can have many birthdays. And now you do it so well as you like, with a fifteen years younger man in the circle of all those whom you have made it clear what a liar and a cheat but I.

But why have you not even turned up in these years with your nose, or at least be honest, what do you think of my efforts really?

had Instead I made a fool of myself and play from you and leave whenever I wanted to leave you You're broke into tears and swore to me your love. And I'm sure idiot you lost. Yes, my own stupidity makes me so angry today. And today on your birthday again this is especially bad. But it is good that now comes up to me and I want to throw up, even if I do not eat enough.

I told you two years ago, when you begged me to be your best friend, do not expect any Christmas greetings and birthday wishes from me. Nothing has changed. Obviously I still have not digested and forgotten everything to do with you, even if I so much long for me. This is a knowledge and experience for which I am very grateful.

And what now remains of nausea will pass, after I've been sick myself.