Draghi: any individual who uses negative intrest to stimulate investment is a crook, a plane thief. Europe already has a financial method to make the rich countries pay. Joint borrowing is just another dirty trick to melk the people of the European community even more. The fake reason to keep Europe competitive is obviously another crook idea to steal money from the people to direct them in corruption channels. Why can I say this? Because nobody invests in countries that no longer industrially perform. It is a dirty trick to keep religiously founded forces afloat. The Karl’s prize doesn’t change any of this, it only proves the existence of mice following the ratcatcher of Hameln, meaning people are being brainwashed by religion. You don’t need to go to Iran to see that. Even worth the technology to bullshit the people of Iran is coming from Europe.
Europe’s financial system is based on the central bank borrowing, that never balances it only increases debt and therefore inflation. The US uses the same method as decided on Jekyll Island. Obviously Jekyll is the idiot who pays and Hyde is the idiot who increases debt. Those idiot systems are steering into collapse, thanks Mr. Draghi you are only speeding up this process.
Again, why does negative intrest not stimulate investment? If good investment options are out there, people invest automatically. To invent negative debt and joint borrowing is stealing in a market that is no longer productive. The suckers sucked their prey dry. Now the real cannibalism starts, a cannibalistic economy. To ease tax would boost economy and consumer spending, but the suckers wouldn’t have sufficient earnings to make a living. The would become criminals, which they already are unrecognizable because of their institutionalization.
It’s system dynamics and a fact.
Mario Draghi, how are you?
Frechheit, I virtually hear, thanks for the feedback. I observe system dynamic, overtaxation causes instability and caused the French revolution. Before promoting joint European borrowing tell the people of Europe how many Billions were given to Ukraine and what exactly was done with it. Since you or nobody else is reporting this, you and anybody else had to be looked upon as a bullshitter of people, PBS People Bull Shitter not to be confused with Public Broadcasting Service.
Mario Draghi is virtually noticeable, please disconnect Mario Draghi at all!
black and white images :
x-ray, (1).
black and white photos, (2).
black and white paintings, (3).
medical nakedness versus pornography.
THE DANCE
A SONG
by Rupert Brooke
As the Wind and as the Wind
In a corner of the way,
Goes stepping, stands twirling,
Invisibly, comes whirling,
Bows before and skips behind
In a grave, an endless play—
So my Heart and so my Heart
Following where your feet have gone,
Stirs dust of old dreams there;
He turns a toe; he gleams there,
Treading you a dance apart.
But you see not. You pass on.
The Great Lover
by Rupert Brooke
I HAVE been so great a lover: filled my days
So proudly with the splendour of Love’s praise,
The pain, the calm, and the astonishment,
Desire illimitable, and still content,
And all dear names men use, to cheat despair,
For the perplexed and viewless streams that bear
Our hearts at random down the dark of life.
Now, ere the unthinking silence on that strife
Steals down, I would cheat drowsy Death so far,
My night shall be remembered for a star
That outshone all the suns of all men’s days.
Shall I not crown them with immortal praise
Whom I have loved, who have given me, dared with me
High secrets, and in darkness knelt to see
The inenarrable godhead of delight?
Love is a flame;—we have beaconed the world’s night.
A city:—and we have built it, these and I.
An emperor:—we have taught the world to die.
So, for their sakes I loved, ere I go hence,
And the high cause of Love’s magnificence,
And to keep loyalties young, I’ll write those names
Golden for ever, eagles, crying flames,
And set them as a banner, that men may know,
To dare the generations, burn, and blow
Out on the wind of Time, shining and streaming….
These I have loved:
White plates and cups, clean-gleaming,
Ringed with blue lines; and feathery, faery dust;
Wet roofs, beneath the lamp-light; the strong crust
Of friendly bread; and many-tasting food; Rainbows; and the blue bitter smoke of wood;
And radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers;
And flowers themselves, that sway through sunny hours,
Dreaming of moths that drink them under the moon;
Then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon
Smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss
Of blankets; grainy wood; live hair that is
Shining and free; blue-massing clouds; the keen
Unpassioned beauty of a great machine;
The benison of hot water; furs to touch; The good smell of old clothes; and other such—
The comfortable smell of friendly fingers,
Hair’s fragrance, and the musty reek that lingers
About dead leaves and last year’s ferns….
Dear names,
And thousand other throng to me! Royal flames;
Sweet water’s dimpling laugh from tap or spring;
Holes in the ground; and voices that do sing;
Voices in laughter, too; and body’s pain,
Soon turned to peace; and the deep-panting train;
Firm sands; the little dulling edge of foam
That browns and dwindles as the wave goes home;
And washen stones, gay for an hour; the coldGraveness of iron; moist black earthen mould;
Sleep; and high places; footprints in the dew;
And oaks; and brown horse-chestnuts, glossy-new;—
And new-peeled sticks; and shining pools on grass;—
All these have been my loves.
And these shall pass.
Whatever passes not, in the great hour,
Nor all my passion, all my prayers, have power
To hold them with me through the gate of Death.
They’ll play deserter, turn with the traitor breath,
Break the high bond we made, and sell Love’s trust
And sacramented covenant to the dust.
—Oh, never a doubt but, somewhere, I shall wake,
And give what’s left of love again, and make
New friends, now strangers….
But the best I’ve known,
Stays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blown
About the winds of the world, and fades from brains
Of living men, and dies.
Nothing remains.
O dear my loves, O faithless, once again
This one last gift I give: that after men
Shall know, and later lovers, far-removed,
Praise you, “All these were lovely”; say, “He loved.”
Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise, page 108:
ISBN-10 0141439998.
ISBN-13 978-0141439990.
ISBN-13 979-8254906667.
ISBN-10 014001490X.
ISBN-13 978-0140014907.
ISBN-10 1017074143.
ISBN-13 978-1017074147.
page 111:
ISBN-10 3730603418.
ISBN-13 978-3730603413.
ISBN-10 0140390340.
ISBN-13 978-0140390346.
Edward Carpenter (1844-1929):
At the University of Cambridge in England, a “Wrangler” is a student who gains first-class honours in the Mathematical Tripos competition. The highest-scoring student is the Senior Wrangler, the second highest is the Second Wrangler, and so on. By contrast, the person who achieves the lowest exam marks while still earning a third-class honours degree is known as the wooden spoon.
Uranian is a historical term for homosexual men. The word was also used as an adjective in association with male homosexuality or inter-male attraction regardless of sexual orientation.
William Swan Sonnenschein.
Paul Charles Joseph Bourget (1852-1935): Ein Frauenherz („Un cœur de femme“). Manesse Verlag, Zürich 2006, ISBN 978-3-7175-2082-5.
Ralph Adams Cram, (1863 – 1942).
Girolamo Savonarola (1452 – 1498): After describing the contemporary Church leadership as a pockmarked whore sitting on Solomon’s throne… Triumphus crucis.
Monica Elfriede Witt, 47.
Narges Witt.
Fatemah Zahra.
Katarina Witt.
Elfriede, the name of my aunt.
Friedrich Merz : „Ich würde meinen Kindern heute nicht empfehlen, in die USA zu gehen“ Right, they would make it in the US with your turncoat attitude. Great politicians who are talking to their children through public, grow up man!
Merkel meint Deutsche sollen gegenüber ihrer Regierung fair sein.
Laßt Fakten sprechen : Kautionsmord (Mieter ersticht Vermieter nach Streit um Kaution), seit 2017 unterschlägt Exner Mietkautionskonten, der deutsche Staat sieht zu. Meine Tochter, Elizabeth Pich, verwaltet meine Immobilien und macht eine Steuererklärung, ich habe nicht das Recht zu wissen wer der Steuerberater ist und sie verweigert jede Auskunft. Wer scheißt meiner Tochter ins Hirn? Der deutsche Verblödungsstaat.
295.000 Deutsche sind im Jahr 2025 ausgewandert, Merz’s Kinder sind da nicht dabei, denn die sind ja nicht erwachsen und hören auf das was Pappa sagt.
Ursula Gertrud von der Leyen, how are you? Was halten sie von der Volksverblödung in Deutschland?
Ciara Sullivan (24), Lance Bombardier, Berkshire, 9. Dezember 2001, John Healey (66).
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