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"Passen's a bisserl auf, Herr Stoiljkovic.

Da wo Sie hinwollen,

ist die Luft ziemlich dünn hier in Bayern."


Kriminalhauptmeisterin Frau Arndt

Kriminalkommissariat 75

Tegernseer Landstraße, München

November 2019





19th of June, 2020 05:45am GMT-1 - Haar near Munich, Germany



May 1945...Broadway, New York City, NY, USA


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SorZ7TL0fGc



3 years prior to that...https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attack_on_Pearl_Harbor



Ninety minutes after it began, the attack was over. 2,008 sailors were killed and 710 others wounded; 218 soldiers and airmen (who were part of the Army prior to the independent United States Air Force in 1947) were killed and 364 wounded; 109 marines were killed and 69 wounded; and 68 civilians were killed and 35 wounded. In total, 2,403 Americans were killed, and 1,143 were wounded.[93] Eighteen ships were sunk or run aground, including five battleships.[10][94] All of the Americans killed or wounded during the attack were legally non-combatants, given that there was no state of war when the attack occurred.[22][23][95]


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Consequences_of_the_attack_on_Pearl_Harbor


Japan's attack on Pearl Harbor took place on December 7, 1941. The U.S. military suffered 18 ships damaged or sunk, and 2,400 people were killed. Its most significant consequence was the entrance of the United States into World War II. The US had previously been neutral but subsequently entered the Pacific War, the Battle of the Atlantic and the European theatre of war. Following the attack, the US interned 120,000 Japanese Americans11,000 German Americans, and 3,000 Italian Americans.


A couple months later...


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XX63b1sJtoc


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atomic_bombings_of_Hiroshima_and_Nagasaki


Hiroshima:

20,000 soldiers killed

70,000–126,000 civilians killed

Nagasaki:

39,000–80,000 killed

At least 150 soldiers killed

Total killed:

129,000–226,000


45 years later...


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gulf_War


Coalition:
292 killed (147 killed by enemy action, 145 non-hostile deaths)
467 wounded in action
776 wounded[7]
31 tanks destroyed/disabled[8][9][10][11]
[12][13][14][15]
28 Bradley IFVs destroyed/damaged
[16][17]
1 M113 APC destroyed
2 British Warrior APCs destroyed
1 Artillery Piece destroyed
75 Aircraft destroyed[18]


Iraqi:
25,000–50,000 killed[20]
75,000+ wounded[7]
80,000 captured[20]
3,300 tanks destroyed[20]
2,100 APCs destroyed[20]
2,200 Artillery Pieces destroyed[20]
110 Aircraft destroyed[18]
137 Aircraft escaped to Iran[18]
19 ships sunk, 6 damaged[18]



21 years later...



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9eTzV7HvKHU


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/September_11_attacks


Deaths: 2,996 (2,977 victims + 19 Al-Qaeda terrorists) Injured 25,000[1]


Aftermath:


Afghanistan

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/War_in_Afghanistan_(2001–present) --> 


Over 100,000 people have been killed in the war, including more than 4,000 ISAF soldiers and civilian contractors, more than 62,000 Afghan national security forces, 31,000 civilians and even more Taliban.[94]


Iraq

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iraq_War -->


PLOS Medicine Study**: (March 2003 – June 2011): 405,000 (95% CI: 48,000–751,000), in addition to 55,000 deaths missed due to emigration[51]


Egypt

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sinai_terror_attacks


Saudi-Arabia

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saudi_Arabian-led_intervention_in_Yemen


Lybia

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Libyan_Civil_War_(2014–present)



Syria

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syrian_civil_war


Total killed: 380,636–585,000 (per SOHR)[94]


Estimated ≥7,600,000 internally displaced & ≥5,116,097 refugees (July 2015/2017)[106]



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_lCmBvYMRs


Ah, I see the stars now...it's just a sport, right?

But in Matthew (5:38-42) in the New Testament, Jesus repudiates even that notion. "Ye have heard that it hath been said, An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth: But I say unto you, That ye resist not evil: but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also...



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oB2_j7c0d70

.

1 eye for 1 eye, right?


Who's next, Uncle Sam?


























Nah, sir, I can't unfortunately...they say that I'm crazy, you see?




16th of June, 2020 08:33am GMT-1 - Haar near Munich, Germany



Corona Fick-Off 14. Juli  -->  Theresas Wies'n Mäh'  19. September 2020 11:11 Uhr, Minga Ortszeit



Guarda ragazzi, die Pizza schmeckt am Fritz a,

Merhaba, der Döner macht  bekanntlich schöner,

Ella re, für die Vicki Souvlaki vom Fakelaki,

Jebem ti, bei Cevapcici legt si a die Anna hie,

A geh‘, der Rainer stirbt für Käsekrainer,

a Teller Borschtsch verzückt an Schorsch,

Geez, an Burger grillt der Jörg a,

Gulasch a la Szegedin da sonnengrüßt selbst die fromme  Ann-Kathrin,

bei Chop Sui jauchzt die Sophie ui, ui und hui bui,

C’est la vie, eine Bouilla-baisse schlürft die Theres,

Tom Ka Gai da hüpft da Kai,

Ay caramba – servier der Elja muy rapido Paella,

Linsensuppe vom Afghanen,

lässt selbst die spröde Brunhild irdisch Glück erahnen,

ohne Schawarma war da Alex ganz a Arma,

Galao und Pasteis di Nata beglücken jede Julia und Katha,

nur der Söder,

der macht unweigerlich, unumwunden und angela-merklich deutlich blöder,

drum heißt er fortan,

für den freien Untertan,

nicht mehr Markus Söder,

sondern der Stoiber-Lecker Maggus Blöder,

davon zeugt nicht gar zuletzt,

dass dieser scheinheil’ge Heuchler mit rechts nach links verzogenen Visage,

sich bückt in höherer Etage,

und mit gespalt’ner brauner Zunge ganz jovial mit Vorlieb ketzt und hetzt,

um sich in niederer Lage,

fernzuhalten jeder Plage…

..

.

A jeder moant I hätt’ an Stich,

doch Anstich ist bekanntlich,

ned beim Hacker, Gustl oder Ammer‘l

na, zum 210. Jubeljahre am  19.09.2020 beim Schotten mit am rot-grün-gelben hölzernanen Hammer'l.



...wenn's divizilisiert ned genga soit...

...holen wir eben Alan McNally aus dem Vollrausch zurück nach München...

...und kaffa seibasz'd a paar Fasserl beim Otto Krachmayr und Hamberger Festspiel Großhandel und saufen's am Wartburgplatz...


oans, zwoans, dreiiiii, gsufffffaaaaa,die drei Wochen trink' I gern no a bisser'l Corona, ha...haaa!!!




16th of June, 2020, 05:45am, Isar-Amper-Klinik Station 58AO, Haar near Munich, Germany



After I was  again followed around, eavesdropped and hacked,

locked away,

even fixated for 27 hours,

after two kickboxers were put on me,

coffee cups flew at me,

and finally I got two ribs cracked,

a laugh I now crack...


the F M A is baaack!


Weird fact:


I nursed my father Mirsolav "Piro" from early August 2019,

until the day seven, eight Bavarian Special Cops broke into my appartment on January 18th, 2020,

Piro then supossedly fell into and fell even deeper into a coma shortly after that (strange, isn't it???),


Thanks for this pic Nurte (a Turkish friend - a true Arkadash!)















23rd of April, 2020, 9:11pm Munich, Germany, CET, GMT+2




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jwDsVZVTuzU



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NFjL7gH4tgc



...after many mishaps and misunderstandings...

...another, this time rather brief 8-day-stint at Isar-Amper-Klinikum...

...I was subdued again - Thermometer showed 0 degrees Celsius, well fine...

...though my blood was racin, so just zum Schein to make me klein,

...FMA is still alive and kickin'...

...met many a'folks of all colors and races...

...millions of beautiful faces, followed ancient terraces and traces...

...heard many a views, even spotted and talked to some Jews...



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hUPQUO3mYSQ



...rispetiamo dignità e nobilita umana...

...lunedì prossimo una nuova settimana, certo, si?...

...eccoci qua!..



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7jEaIDqHl74



1. Mai, Tag des Frühlings und der Arbeit (Russisch: День Весны и Труда)



https://www.welt.de/kultur/pop/article140349338/Diese-18-Songs-musst-Du-am-1-Mai-hoeren-Genosse.html



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8EMx7Y16Vo



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYDtXewW67Q



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C8gn-M-jEFI



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XrCfvRnJ67U



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4CI3lhyNKfo



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9RYy_8u4blk



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LArGlfEVYqM



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8kj9qv6rmG8



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nPnME5u4B4Q



..

..

.

...finally...

...a small gift from relatives in Washington, D.C., USA...

...for my dear friends from the BND...

...and my even closer friends from...

...Munich, Bavaria, Baden-Wuerttemberg, Hesse, Saxonia, Thuringia, Brandenburg...

...Austria, Switzerland, Slovenia, Slovakia, Hungary, Italy, Finland, Ukraine...

...Croatia, Bosnia-Hercegovina, Montenegro, Macedonia, Kosovo, Albania, Turkey, Greece, Afghanistan and Syria...



https://books.google.de/books?id=vErVi0-mx2EC&lpg=SL1-PA464&dq=this%20time%20around%20lee%20midway%20century%20fruit%20sunshine&hl=de&pg=SL1-PA464#v=onepage&q=this%20time%20around%20lee%20midway%20century%20fruit%20sunshine&f=false


...important read also these days...


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2019–20_coronavirus_pandemic


































https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lgu06rLoNUw


.


3rd of April 2020, 9:51pm CET
















https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lOw6Pzpu24




2nd of April 2020, 8:56 am CET



 

Neoliberalism – Definition


by Vladimir Corday


 

For decades now most of the world’s population…

…was manipulated and brainwashed by media, celebrities, rich people…

…into sheep who believe that love can be gained through beauty, status, money, power, influence…

…greedy narcissistic sociopaths took everything…

…you aquired over these past decades…

 …of capitalism and even worse neo-liberalism…

…back…

…that’s called a loan…

…now that there’s no money in people’s pocket you get offers from bank and institutions…

…for another loan…

…so, you can continue buying, spending and investing…

…into: beauty, status, money, power, influence…

…now that there’s hardly any…

…beauty: because it’s mostly plastic and fake around the world…

…status: quarantined, but equipped with access to the world wide web…

 …and devices from which you can spend your last dime…

…money: disappeared and is still disappearing…

…power: none whatsoever…

…influence: influencing others pro-actively is called manipulation…

 …which is one of the main character traits of narcissistic sociopaths…

…this is neo-liberalism…

…a cynical way to boost your idea of having…

…new freedom…

…therefore neo-liberalism…

…is today’s version of…

…fascism...

…freedom…

…within a global concentration camp…

…where we can concentrate aks focus…

…on other things…

…than: ...

… beauty, status, money, power, influence…





2nd of April 2020, 1:47pm CET




Your Way


Composed by Jaques Revaux, Lyrics by Vladimir Corday


…and now…

…your end is near…

…and you will face…

…your final curtain…

…to all your friends…

…say it loud and clear…

…no loss of face…

…just screw around…

…no need to ascertain…

…you’ve lived a life…

…you were numb and lost…

…’cuz you’ve detoured down every byway…

…grow some balls…

…ease your pussy…

…on your new bye-day…

…and…

…finally…

…just go ahead…

…the legs are spread…

…your shlong’s been dead…

…jump on your bed…

…and…

…do it…

…there’s more to come…

…just do it…

…your waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay…




2nd of April 2020, 4:36am CET



Even though today…

...Russians and Chinese love American music, movies, apps and products…

...Western men want to fuck Russian, eastern European or Asian women…

...German women want to be fucked by Latinos, Blacks or Arabic men...

...Japanese preferably act out their Elvis-versions on Karaoke Stages…

...or sing the 9th...


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X6s6YKlTpfw

...


...regimes left and right are equally fascist through permitting their own censored version of Freedom of Speech...

...nowadays even thought...

...through vast manipulation via the world wide web and controlling all forms of media...

...collecting data, then blocking users, who don’t conform...












































https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/LinkedIn#Criticism


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Criticism_of_Amazon


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Facebook#Criticisms_and_controversies



...clean languages and culture from foreign influence and shut down borders…

…all of us...

...Philippinos, Swedes, Bulgarians, Nigerians and Peruvians...

...have been collectively sliding into the next great Seminole catastrophe for a very long time…

...not since the last World War...

...but eversince...

...man- and womankind first appeared on earth...

...

...even though we have enjoyed some gay and merry times between WWII and WWIII…

...had group sex while smelling powered flowers in the 60s...

...smashed and burned guitars in the 70s...

...and made fools out of ourselves during Disco days and the throughout the ugly 80s…

...on the way...

...we had hundreds of armed conflicts between 1945 and 2020...

...we have been warned by Chaplin, Orwell, Lem, Einstein, Camus, Schopenhauer...

...and many, many other great minds, who have soiled the earth in solitude…

…whatever…


 

Things Have Changed (2000)


Bob Dylan


A worried man with a worried mind
No one in front of me and nothing behind
There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne
Got white skin, got assassin's eyes
I'm looking up into the sapphire tinted skies
I'm well dressed, waiting on the last train

Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose
Any minute now I'm expecting all hell to break loose

People are crazy and times are strange
I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

This place ain't doing me any good
I'm in the wrong town, I should be in Hollywood
Just for a second there I thought I saw something move
Gonna take dancing lessons do the jitterbug rag
Ain't no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag
Only a fool in here would think he's got anything to prove

Lotta water under the bridge, lotta other stuff too
Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through

People are crazy and times are strange
I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

I've been walking forty miles of bad road
If the bible is right, the world will explode
I've been trying to get as far away from myself as I can
Some things are too hot to touch
The human mind can only stand so much
You can't win with a losing hand

Feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet
Putting her in a wheel barrow and wheeling her down the street

People are crazy and times are strange
I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

I hurt easy, I just don't show it
You can hurt someone and not even know it
The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity
Gonna get lowdown, gonna fly high
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
I'm love with a woman who don't even appeal to me

Mr. Jinx and Miss Lucy, they jumped in the lake
I'm not that eager to make a mistake

People are crazy and times are strange
I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range
I used to care, but things have changed…

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9EKqQWPjyo

 

...after all that’s happened to me in the past…

...and the last intense months in jail...

...locked psychiatry and on the streets...

...being hacked and eavesdropped by police and secret service...

...and after being backstabbed and sued by family members and past friends…

...who sold their asses and souls...

...

...I could care less…

...if the fascists decide, that I am of any use and don’t gas or burn me…


…I’ll form a Jazz-, Reggea-, Balkanfolk-, Country-,...

...Gospel-, Schlager-, Klezmer-, Austrorock-, Soul-, Gypsie-, R & B-, Blues-,...

...Nordic-, African-, Latin- and Mariachi-band...

...and a grand, grand, millions of people of different races and colors opera ensemble with the Dachau Philharmonists…

...anyway, I could care less…

...whatever…

...

...

...

...culture...

...survives foreign influence...

...oppression, occupation, destruction or even...

...

...

...genocide...

...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPsAR9Sx-JQ


...face extinction...







...
















...

...

...


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KzEFQW9CXGc


...

...

...


































































...

...

...



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XxK2JJisEc


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xt11pOA-dg


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSU0UG4VSEI


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UqOL7LOR6ko


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EZf00ad3G6o


...

...

...


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAVvBF7m260


...culture...


...music...


...joy...


...peace...

...

...love...

...

...will...

...

...always prevail...

...

...live on...

...

.

...and last...

...

..

.

...eternally...

.....

...

.

 


31st of March, 7:47pm CET



Audienz


von Vladimir Corday

 

Als bei eines Tages Anbruch ein junger Worteschmied nach einer qualerprobten endlos langen Reise und in Scham,

ehrfürchtig, schüchtern, leise schleichend, mickrig klein und ganz gering an das Tor des großen Herrschers kam,

entstieg dieser mühsam seiner gold’nen, smaragdbesetzten Ruhestätte und schlurfte in seinem samt’nen Morgenkleide,

er setze seine kargen, trock’nen, blass längst verwelkten dünnen Lippen, an des Schnabels aus Elfenbein geformten Tasse,

im weiten Land und im gesamten ries’gen Reiche, lobte jeder seiner frühen Tage Verse, niemand erreichte seine Klasse,

in den Gassen, Wegen, Straßen, in den Feldern, Werken, Stätten, selbst Akademien, rezitierte jeder und schwor Eide.

 

Man ließ‘ ihn zögernd ein und unter düster’n, kalten, misstrauensvollen Blicken,

stieg er empor in seiner staub‘gen, klüft’gen, und verlausten, farbverlor’nen Kluft,

zu des Meisters dem Himmel, Engeln, Göttern nahen, mit Marmor, Bernstein und an Diamanten reich bestückten Gruft,

der knorrig dicken Türe gold’nen Scharniere mühsam knarzen, die platinschwere Uhr entließ ihr regelnd steifes Ticken.

 

Vom Nerv gedrückt, erhob er angstvoll, brüchig und geniert,

sein Stimmchen schier lautlos, des Herrschers Ohr lauscht nun irritiert,

bitte sieh‘, diese Silben hab in meiner Kammer arrangiert,

des Königs dickes, träges Blut nun stickend schnell gefriert.

 

Der Mond lautlos in Neigung seufzte, der Sonne ebnend ermattet ächzend schwand,

des Reimes Großfürst am Fuß des neuen Freundes Liege nun forderte ein Pfand,

grau der Mond am Horizonte majestetisch, schon, träumend still und heimlich ganz versank,

in Erwartung triumphal, in frischem Glanz des neuen Tages der große Goethe stank,

sang klar die Nachtigall, stieg an die Morgenröte, im Sonnenschein morbide, lüstern,

stieg empor zu neuem Leben, Gott erbarm dich, ließ aus ein grunzend graues Flüstern,

verweil‘ im Augenblicke frisches Dichterblut, tief purpur stumm dein Antlitz gleich erröte,

erweist euch dankbar jetzt und ehrerbietig kniend, bedient jetzt eifrig, tumb, behende, ich erheb‘ euch in die Stände,

bricht knackend auch im lichten Schweiße, schimmernd einst würd’ges Rückgrat entlang der zarten Lende,

im Nachhall längst vergang`ner Größe, setzt manieristisch flink und rasch, talentiert und kunstvoll ein die Hände,

zuweilen halbstramm, der Fluss versiegend, den letztlich schlaffen, den einst so kleinen, großen, edlen Johann Wolfgang Goethe




3oth of March, 9:45pm CET



BREAKING NEWS…Associated Press release through Freie Muenchner Allgemeine founder and editor-in-chief                                                        Vladimir Corday, a lunatic from Munich, Germany

 

 

Today, 30th of March, 09:12am UCT-6, Amazon CEO Jeff Bezos was discovered in a 5-pesos-a-pop-transgender-brothel in downtown Guadalajara, Mexico (Jalisco) after a red alert of 12 on the richter scale. Bezos stated that he has some pressing and very important business to finish first, but promised to appear fully clothed soon thereafter.


At 11:55am UCT-6, Bezos, well-oiled and manicured, stepped in front of a 6th hand iPhone 2 of local small-goods store owner Gonzalo Filipo Maria Cruz-Castro de la Santa Jaquelina Da Costa Capoverde wearing a white vintage Versace suit, mocca-colored moccassins and a tin-foil-hat to deliver this special corona-related message to his and only his personal and private customers:


“For the first time in our glorious 24 years of existence, we the people at Amazon, have registered an order of Bavarian Brass Music (Bavarian: Bay’risches Blaser’l) by a customer located outside of Bavaria, a Lebanese dungeon-keeper, which due to its obscurity has triggered the instant worldwide red alert.

Leading researchers, medical experts, scientist, politicians, journalists, sociologists, philosophers, marketing gurus, executives, economists, environmentalists, psychologists, therapists, data analysts, drugstore retailers and bee-keepers have worked tirelessly over the last two minutes and have come up with five theories on this serious and life-threatening matter:


  1. It was simply a mistake caused be the effects and symptoms of COVID-19. The bee-keepers have questioned this theory since COVID-19 does not cause either delusion, illusion, allusion, conclusion, hearing impairment, hunger, thirst, dementia, schizophrenia, depression, bipolar disorder, histrionic disorder,  chronic diarrhea, gonorrhea, sexually transmitted diseases, sheer boredom, self-reflection, doubt, writer’s block, short-sightedness, heartburn, gastritis, pancreatitis, abdominal migraines, abstinence, lack of judgement, indifference or the decision to start a collection of stamps.
  2. It was a mistake due to the use of an 80s Joystick instead of a touchpad or mouse.
  3. A Lebanese wheat-farmer aiming to boost his productivity used the search words “Traktor” and “ab” and ended up with a mp3 of only-in-Bavaria-known-world-music-timeless-classic “Resi, I hoi’ di mid meim Traktor ab”.
  4. The Lebanese dungeon-keeper ordered this item for one of his prisoners, a 66-year-old gay Bavarian opera conductor, who suffers from Stockholm syndrome.
  5. In their secret laboratories in a sex-shop in the Bronx, N.Y., N.Y, the greatest nation on the planet, the now great again Americans designed a brand-new easy-too-use with Bluetooth or W-Lan supertoxic and deadly virus PROVITAMINE B-52 in retaliation to the Chineses’ softer, largely ineffective and therefore pretty boring, since it is not in 3D has no SFX or any kind of special effects and is only devilyerable through the direct use and sending abroad of camp-drilled Chinese citizens virus COVID-19. The Americans, always cutting-edge and a step ahead delivered PROVITAMINE B-52 through UPS’ standard delivery service for only 4.99$. Due to changes in flight plans on United Airlines the UPS delivery man sent to Wuhan, China ended up in a rural part of Western Lebanon. Meanwhile, North Korean Leader Kim Jong Un has announced the release of the far superior mega-super-chemical-nuclear-instant-death-100%-care-free virus FUSE-LEE-00 for July 4th 2027 with a US-wide movie theater release. For front row tickets call your local ticket dealer now at 001-800-45454545 or send a smiley, a donkey and an eggplant WhatsApp-message to UK prime minister Boris Johnson.”




30th of March, 08:25pm CET



Bigger than Life...


or 


Too Big Shoes To Fill...



Three sons of male Legends...

and their destiny...



Bob Dylan  / Jakob Dylan

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vB20bYh6HY8

 

...way more beautiful in terms of looks and voice...

...yet, no big career...


Paul McCartney / James Mc Cartney

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P5-3vQX8Eho


...ugly as fuck and hidden away from the public eye for a long time...

...nobody listens to his music, uncovered and scooped...

...often interviewed media sensation...

..."...this is the son of Sir Paul????"


Marlon Brando / Christian Brando

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddG8qy0SgAI


R.I.P.

...



30th of  March, 4:31pm CET



Ich möchte kurz innehalten,

denn meine Gedanken sind in dieser schweren Stunde allein bei ihm,

ihm hiermit aus der Ferne kondolieren:


Lieber Aleksandar Freksa,

lieber Bruder,


mit großer Trauer gedenke ich deiner,

hast zeit Lebens nie gearbeitet,

hast drei Mal über 28 Jahre studiert,

hast deinen Namen verloren, 

hast die deutsche Staatsbürgerschaft annehmen müssen,

hast in ihrer Wohnung nichts zu melden,

jetzt musst du...

putzen, schrubben, polieren, einkaufen, die Kinder hüten, kochen, während deine Frau Karriere macht...

...und dann auch noch abends...

...wenn sie gegessen hat und du sauber gemacht hast...

...als Krönung auch noch die hässlichste Frau in West-Europa ficken...


...ich finde es aber sehr, sehr löblich,

dass du all das so stoisch erduldest,

ach ja, du hießest ja auch einst Stoi-ljkovic...


...weiter so, Junge...

...deine große Zeit kommt noch...

...denn dein Tag kommt bestimmt irgendwann...

bis dahin sei versichert...

dass ich ganz fest an dich glaube...


...Kopf hoch, Brust raus...


...es grüßt dich aus der Ferne...

dein Bruder,

Vladimir



30th of March, 3:27pm CET



Corona-Krise, Wirtschaft-Krise, Lebens-Krise, Identitäts-Krise


und die


Krise Mann vs. Frau nach Münch'ner Art


 

Dieser bewegten Tage bewerben sich unzählige Menschen für meine Autorenagentur,

die ungebunden von Ort und Zeit

eine freie, selbstbestimmte Tätigkeit ausüben wollen,

der ihrem Aufwand und ihrer Leistung und Qualität entsprechend fair bezahlt wird.

Ich merke sofort, ob jemand bereits frei gearbeitet hat und versuche denjenigen,

die einen neuen Weg gehen möchten, gleich zu Beginn die wichtigsten Rüstwerkzeuge zu vermitteln.


Beantragung einer Steuernummer für künstlerisches und somit freies Schaffen, Anmeldung bei der Künstlersozialkasse, kurz KSK,

die zu äußerst günstigen Konditionen Kranken- Pflege- und Rentenversicherung gewährleisten,

korrekte Angebots- und Rechnungsvorlagen und zuletzt

die für den Rest des Berufslebens wichtigste Neuerung...

neue Selbstwahrnehmung bzw. Positionierung, die da lautet:

Ich frage nicht mehr, wie die Bezahlung ist,

sondern unterziehe meine Arbeit einer realistischen Prüfung und bestimme meinen Preis selbst.

Die Verunsicherung ist anfangs noch groß, da völlig neues Terrain betreten beschritten wird.


Wieviel zahlt wer wo für was und was habe ich denn nun zu bieten?

Im Herbst des vergangenen Jahres erhielt ich unter Tausenden Bewerbungen ein wahres Prachtstück,

das als Vorlage bereits in der achten Klasse dienen sollte.

Anschreiben, Lebenslauf und Textproben perfekt strukturiert,

übersichtlich in Einem getragen von makelloser, gewandter Schreibe…et voilá.

Im Gespräch erfuhr, dass ihr bisheriger Arbeitgeber – Limango - 12.-/h

(...Zalando, Lieferando...alles der selbe Müllhaufen)

für Content Management bezahlt,

die übliche Entlohnung in einer der zahllosen ausbeuterischen Legebatterien hierzulande.


Da ich merkte, dass es ihr ob ihres Alters und eben dieser für Sie völlig neuen Landschaft,

...Selbstwahrnehmung, Selbstverortung, Kommunikation…

kurzum, man muss mit einem Klick auf JETZT BEWERBEN ein neuer Mensch werden,

habe ich ihr 40.-/h angeboten mit dem Hinweis,

dass sollte sie sich entscheiden den Markt weiter zu erforschen,

sie einen deutlich höheren, ihrer Leistung entsprechenden Preis ansetzen sollte.



Abschließend noch ein kleines Bonmot aus München:


KSK steht in München nicht für Künstlersozialkasse,

da es in München nicht mal eine handvoll berufener Künstler gibt.

Es gibt in dieser Stadtviele eingebildete Künstler,

die man jedoch blitzschnell und ohne allzu genau hinschauen oder -hören zu müssen,

als rein materiell veranlagte Cretins entlarvt.


Diesen Typus,

also den geld- und konsumgeilen Cretin ohne Fähigkeit zur Selbstreflexion,

dafür aber ausgestattet mit Selbsterhöhung und Realitätsferne findet man überall auf dieser Welt,

in München jedoch,

um dieses leidige Dasein auf bayrische Art zu vervollkommnen,

abgerundet durch schier unfassbar schlechten Geschmack,

dem außerhalb dieser Region noch niemand

seit Urknall der bayrischen Spezies auch nur annähernd Beachtung geschenkt hat.



Nun geschwind zur Auflösung:


KSK steht hierzulande für den „Kackstelzenkreis“,

einer kreisförmigen Anordnung von 4-8 konsumgeilen Fotzen,

die Handtäschen tragend in den miesen und geschmacklosen Diskotheken dieser Stadt zur Musik wippen,

mit Tanz hat diese Form des körperlichen Ausdrucks nichts gemein,

in der Hoffung ein ausreichend trunkener, ebenso geistig leerer Konsument,

möge sich in diesem Kackstelzenkreis verirren,

zuerst ein Getränk, dann einen Kübel mit Puffbrause spendieren,

dafür stellt die Kackstelze oder altertümlich formuliert die Fotze...

im Gegenzug ihre Dienste großzügig zur Verfügung stellen,

damit diese dumme, fehlgeleitete, charakterlich arme Sau eines Tages,

bitte, bitte, lass es wahr werden,

seine Kreditkarte zur Verfügung stellt und sich die auserwählte Fotze,

ohne jemals die ihr von der Fügung zugeteilte verschwindend geringe Geistes- Urteilskraft

jemals quälen zu müssen,

eines lang ersehnten und ruhmreich erblasenen Tages

in der Maximiliansstraße oder den Fünf Höfen

eine teurere Handtasche

mit einem nunmehr größeren und strahlenderen Markenlogo kaufen zu können,

um dann mit dieser neuen Errungenschaft ausgerüstet,

gierig Jagd auf einen noch trunkeneren,

noch blöderen und eine noch goldenere Kreditkarte im Portemonnaie führenden,

männlichen Homo Sapiens (sapientia = ( (lat.) die Weisheit) zu machen.


Ist die äußere Schönheit eines Tages hinfort,

sitzt diese nun verfaltete und der Schwerkraft Tribut zollende,

seelisch völlig zerknirschte Fotze

mit einem völlig verwirrt dreinblickenden Kleinsthund auf dem Schoß

in ihren späteren Jahren alleine in einem billigen Etablissement,

schlürft betrunken wieder billige Puffbrause und verkündet lallend:


„Alle Männer sind Schweine, sie denken nur an das Eine.“


...dass Sie seit Geburt nur das Eine anzubieten hatte und freimütig angeboten hat und immer noch anbietet... 

...doch nicht einmal der dümmste und besoffenste Cretin ihr ein Glas Leitungswasser spendieren würde...

...lässt unter den Tisch vor sch fallen...

...und niemand interessiert sich dafür...

...da die Kackstelzen und die besoffenen, dummen Cretins...

...zu intensiv mit der Suche nach dem passenden Partner zu beschäftigt sind…



8th of March, 09:21am CET



Schnapszahl des Tages


Während meiner haltlosen und mittlerweile erwiesenermaßen urechtmäßigen Unterbringung...

in der geschlossenen Abteilung des Isar-Amper-Klinikums München-Ost in Haar nahe München...

waren 35 "Patienten" inhaftiert...

davon 6 Deutsche...

und 29 Personen mit Migrationshintergrund oder ausländischem Pass...

Kroaten, Slowaken, Bosnier, Griechen, Russen, Afghanen, Italiener,

Polen, Syrer, ein Norweger, ein Angolaner, zwei Serben, einer davon ich,


und schließlich eine Kenianerin...

die singt wie eine Nachtigall und um das Sorgerecht ihrer Tochter kämpft...

doch statt diese 30-jährige Frau...

die selbst ihre Eltern zum letzen Mal im Alter von 11 Jahren gesehen hat...

zu ihrem Kind zu lassen und auf eine Opernbühne zu stellen...

und ihr damit vielleicht sogar zu ermöglichen, ihre Eltern nach Deutschland zu holen...

oh, verzeihen Sie bitte, eine schwarze Operndiva - undenkbar...

wird sie wegen -

neben dem Entzug ihrer Tochter -

von Mitpatienten aufs übelste beschimpft...

z.B..."Negerfotze" oder "Wasch dich mal"...

- ihren daraus resultierenden Wutausbrüchen oft fixiert...

und mit immer höheren Dosen an Haldol...

einem Neuroleptika-Relikt aus den 60er Jahren...

vollgepumpt...


--> 82,2%


Der Anteil an Menschen mit Migrationshintergrund in München betrug Ende 2017


--> 47,1%


https://www.sueddeutsche.de/muenchen/integration-muenchen-bericht-1.4035746


In einem schwachen weil braun zugeschissenen Geiste...

mag dies zum Schluss führen...

dass Menschen anderer Kulturen seien anfälliger für psychische Leiden...


Da ich über einen...

in meinem Leben oftmals gepriesenen und bescheinigten...

glasklaren Verstand besitze und über ein sehr gewisses Maß an Denk- und Urteilskraft verfüge...

so sollte ich von der zweiten in die vierte klasse überspringen...

was meine Mutter abgelehnt hat...

und wurde in jungen Jahren zu einem Test ins Max-Planck-Institut beordert...

lässt all das und die Geschehnisse insbesondere der letzten fünf Monaten...

für mich jetzt nur einen Schluss zu:


Nämlich,

dass der "Freistaat" Bayern...

unter einem vor Heuchelei stinkig-triefenden Deckmantel...

von sozial-christlicher also von Gott geleiteter Heimat-, Menschen- und Nächstenliebe...

bei nüchterner Betrachtung...

im in Bier ertränkten Bayern ein gescheutes, ja gar gefürchtetes Fremdwort...

von einem widerlichen, korrupten, bigotten, xenophobenen, kriminellen und menschenverachtenden...

Faschistenpack regiert wird...

ja, darauf ist man sogar mächtig-mächtig stolz...


jawoi, mia san hoit mia...


Rumms-tatata...

Rumms-tatata...

Rumms-ta-Rumms-ta--Rumms-ta-taratataaa



28th of March, 11:53pm CET



Heute Nachmittag erreichte mich eine eMail von Herrn...


Sebastian Adolph


seines Zeichens "Kunsthändler"...

in der Gegend Hohenzollernstr. / Kurfürstenplatz in München-Schwabing...

im Auftrag des Herren unterwegs...

ob seiner "einwandfreien" Expertise mit Hausverbot...

in nahezu jedem Auktionshaus in München versehen...

notgeboren verkauft er nun seine "Ware"...

als ältere Dame getarnt...

unter dem Händlernamen...

"graphiksammlerin"...

bei ebay...

https://www.ebay.de/usr/grafiksammlerin

seine beachtliche Karriere kickstartete er...

vor fast dreißig Jahren durch das ungefragte...

"Entrümpeln vonAntiquitäten"...

aus Münchner Kellern...

dem Landeskriminalamt...

u.a. Frau Elena Spahic von der Abteilung Kunstfälschung und -betrug...

ist er seit vielen Jahren bestens bekannt...

mehrere Male vor Gericht saß...

beteuert sein Leben ändern zuwollen...

so verbrachte mehrere Wochen in Psychatrie in der Nussbaumstr. ...

brach aber jede Therapie nach kurzer Zeit wieder ab...

kanzelt Psychologie als Schabernack ab...

und "handelt" seit 30 Jahren nach exakt demselben Muster...

vor 25 Jahren bot er mir für einen geringen Prozentanteil...

des Verkaufs eines Ölgemäldes von Alexander Koester...

erst im Nachhinein eröffnete er mir...

dass er die Signatur eigenhändig gefälscht hatte...

dass sei ganz leicht und damit viel Geld zu verdienen...

da viele "dumme" Rentner in München und Umland...

scharf auf die von Koester gemalten Enten seien...

dieses Angebot habe ich abgelehnt und damsls weiter bei Viag Interkom gearbeitet...



in Kopie seiner eMail interessanterweise...

mein Bruder...

Aleksandar Freksa


beiden eifrigen und rechtschaffenen "Steuerzahlern"...

und "arbeitenden" Herren...

habe ich ja bereits Einträge...

in der Sparte...


"Gesellschaftporträts"

oder

"Wie schaffe ich es nach oben, ohne zu arbeiten oder gar Steuern zu zahlen"

gewidmet...


Sebastian Adolph und Aleksandar Freksa...

haben nun beide Anzeige gegen die...


Freie Münchner Allgemeine


bzw.


mich erstattet...


Erster bat mich "eindringlich" seine "Stellungnahme"

zu publizieren...


selbstverständlich leistet die FMA diesem äußerst freundlich formulierten Wunsch folge...

welcher Geisteskranke würde es auch wagen, einem Adolph in Bayern einen Wunsch nicht zu erfüllen...

























Herr Adolph lässt sich noch weiter aus...

bezichtigt mich u.a. ...

nachdem Herr Freksa mir vor ein paar Tagen offenbart hat...

ich hätte "unseren Alten auf dem Gewissen"...

damit meint er unseren Vater Miroslav Nedic...

den ich von vergangenen August bis Januar gepflegt habe...

siehe Einträge weiter unten...

Herr Adolph nun...

bezichtigt mich im weiteren Verlauf seiner Brandmail...

meine Famile misshandelt zu haben...

seis drum...


ich habe heute indes meiner Mutter geholfen ihr Wohnzimmer umzugestalten...

und veröffentliche hier nun noch...

da mich Herr Adolph eine "verkrachte Existenz" schimpft...

abschließend noch zwei Dokumente...




















































Der Steuerbescheid ist von 2018...

seither hat sich Weiteres getan...

heute bin ich u.a. Musiker, Autor, Entertainer  u.v.m. ...

habe eine Stiftung ins Leben gerufen...

und führe zwei Unternehmen...


writers-on-the-block und Ardealite


und habe die nicht zuletzt die...


Freie Münchner Allgemeine


gegründet...


um aktiv und öffentlich

gegen jede Form des Machtmissbraus und die mannigfaltigen Formen von Korruption

und die in letzter Instanz vom Staat getragenen hinterfotzigen Methoden zur Erhaltung dieser Strukturen -

 massiven Eingriff in die Persönlichkeitsrechte -

wie dem Hacken von eMail-Accounts und Abhörung,

haltlosen Zwangseinweisungen in Psychatrien und Gefängnisse,

mittels falscher Diagnosen "eigener" Psychologen,

trotz bestehender auf jahrelanger Untersuchungen echter Psychologen,


an dieser Stelle ein konkretes leicht nachvollziehbares Beispiel:


Wie man meinem Steuerbescheid,

insbesondere dem Posten "bereits geleistete Vorauszahlungen"

und der verbliebenen Reststeuerschuld i.H.v. lediglich 668,73 Euro

bei einem Umsatz i.H.v. 111.800,24 Euro und einem Gewinn von 91.616.- Euro

entnehmen kann,

pflege ich meine Rechnungen zeitnah zu begleichen...


es muss mit dem Teufel zugegangen sein,

dass während meiner unberechtigten, unbegründeten und völlig haltlosen,

Überwältigung, Gefangennahme und Zwangsunterbringung in einer geschlossenen psychiatrischen Einrichtung,

in Windeseile eine derart schwerer Zahlungsrückstand,

wohlgemerkt bei einer staatlichen Krankenkasse,

eine blitzschnelle Pfändung wegen einem Betrag von etwa 230 Euro...

durch das Hauptzollamt Rrrrrrrrrosenheim,

einer reinen Nazi-Institution in ruhmreichster Tradition,

und seither,

sieh' an...

trotz mehrerer Zahlungsanweisungen,

ja sogar persönlicher Unterschrift einer direkten Pfändungsaufhebung vor Ort in der Filiale, 

etwa 30.000 Euro auf meinem Girokonto eingefroren ihr Dasein fristen,

all das,

weil ich als kleine Wurst,

Kanake obendrein,

es doch glatt gewagt habe,

zeit meines Lebens meine Stimme gegen den herrlichen "Freistaat" zu erheben,

siehe z.B. hier:


https://mono-kultur.org/post/157834285649/monokultur-münchen-22017


im Rahmen einer Veranstaltungsreihe mit dem Titel:


Monokultur München - Should I stay or should I go


im Herbst/Winter 2016/2017



nun denn,

mit allen mir zur Verfügung stehenden Mitteln vorzugehen...


denn die wahren Kriminellen...

mit ihren malignen soziopathisch-narzistisschen Persönlichkeitsstrukturen...

ihrer rücksichtslosen und menschenverachtenden Hab- und Machtgier...

Lichtfiguren, Politiker, hohe Finanzbeamte, Firmenchefs großer Firmen, Bänker, Richter und Staatsanwälte...

siehe Beckenbauer, Hoeness, Strauss, Streibl, Stoiber, Seehofer und Söder...

...um sich in Bayern als Ministerpräsident zu empfehlen muss man nicht nur seelisch verrotet sein...

...sondern ein großes S muss dem Nachnamen voranstehen...

...diese Psychopathen genießen im Freistaat Bayern Steuerfreiheit... 

...und residieren in einer Villa und am Ende ihrer von Heuchelei und Doppelmoral...

...empor getragenen Laufbahn in einem Palast...

...das gelingt ganz einfach so...


https://www.anstageslicht.de/themen/steuerflucht/machtmissbrauch-steuertricks-wilhelm-schloetterer/chronologie-whistleblower-wilhelm-schloetterer/


https://www.anstageslicht.de/themen/justiz-und-polizei/gustl-mollath-justizskandal/die-themenkarriere-wie-der-fall-gustl-mollath-ans-tageslicht-kam/


und nicht nur in Bayern...


https://www.anstageslicht.de/themen/justiz-und-polizei/justizirrtum-in-dortmund/



Die ebenso korrupten, habgierigen, gesetzes-, gewissen- und skrupellosen Kanaillen...

Aleksandar Freksa, Mirjana Nedic, Sebastian Adolph und Danijel Mesko...

also mein Bruder, meine Halbschwester,

ein Weggefährte aus vergangen Tagen und mein künftiger Schwager...

sind bei dieser hohen und gewiss aussichtslosen Zielsetzung...

wie mich Frau Kriminalhauptmeisterin Frau Arndt vom Kriminalkommissarin 75...

bereits vor Monaten gewarnt hat...

siehe Zitat oben...

nach meinem momentanen Wissens- und Ermittlungsstand...

eine der ganz, ganz wenigen nicht-korrupten Beamten im gesamten bayrischen Staatsapparat...

erscheinen diese vier geistig minderbemittelten...

und daher letztlich für das Gemeinwohl keine größere Gefahr darstellenden Cretins...

wie eine lästige Randerscheinung...

...

ich bin zwar seelisch verrotet und des Wahnsinns Kesse Beute...

...mein Nachname beginnt mit S...

...aber ich qualifiziere mich nicht einmal für eine Tätigkeit als Putzkraft für das Hauptzollamt Rosenheim...

...als Kanake besitze ich nach 45 Jahren, zwei Monaten und 15 Monaten in Deutschland...

...sonst besitze ich noch ein Mikrophon, eine Gitarre, einen Laptop,

einen Drucker, einen Scanner, eine Box,

eine Aktentasche, einen Seesack, Kleidung,

und drei Bücher...


Le Rouge et Le Noir (1830) von Stendhal, bürgerlich Marie-Henri Beyle


Rot und Schwarz (französischer Originaltitel: Le Rouge et le Noir) ist ein Roman des französischen Schriftstellers Stendhal. Held des Romans ist der intelligente, als Sohn eines Sägemühlenbesitzers in der Provinz geborene Julien Sorel, der in der Zeit der französischen Restauration seinen gesellschaftlichen Aufstieg erzwingen will. Der Roman wurde 1830 in Paris beim Verleger Levasseur publiziert. Rot und Schwarz war nach Armance der zweite Roman Stendhals.


Anna Karenina von Leo Nikolajewitsch Tolstoi (1878/79)


Anna Karenina (russisch Анна Каренина, Aussprache: [ˈaˑnnə kɐˈrʲeˑnʲɪnə]) ist ein Roman von Lew Tolstoi, der in den Jahren 1873 bis 1878 in der Epoche des russischen Realismus entstand und als eines von Tolstois bedeutendsten Werken gilt. Das Buch wurde 1877/78 veröffentlicht und handelt von Ehe und Moral in der adligen russischen Gesellschaft des 19. Jahrhunderts.


Madame Bovary von Gustave Flaubert (1857)


Madame Bovary, in älteren Übersetzungen auch Frau Bovary, ist ein Roman von Gustave Flaubert. Er gilt als eines der großen Werke der Weltliteratur aufgrund der seinerzeit neuartigen realitätsnahen Erzählweise. Die Handlung ist einem Zeitungsbericht von 1848 aus dem Journal de Rouen entnommen, der über den Selbstmord der Arztgattin Delphine Delamare aus Ry bei Rouen berichtete.[1] Dieser veranlasste Flaubert zur Ausgestaltung seines Gesellschaftsromanes, der den Untertitel Ein Sittenbild aus der Provinz trägt.

Der Roman wurde zunächst 1856 in der Zeitschrift La Revue de Paris zensiert veröffentlicht; daraufhin wurde Flaubert von der Zensurbehörde wegen „Verstoßes gegen die guten Sitten“ angeklagt; unter anderem wurde ihm „Verherrlichung des Ehebruchs“ vorgeworfen. In einem Prozess wurde Flaubert freigesprochen. 1857 erschien die vollständige Romanausgabe in Buchform im Verlag Lévy Frères in Paris.


 


...immerhin...

...ich würde auch gerne in ei

 



28th of March, 01:27pm CET



World War III update as it happens:



1. Oil price:


way up -> nobody's driving anyway -> no big deal



2. Economy:


markets going up and down like an overdosed poledancer -> no big deal, because...


all you need is love...täm...te..re..te..tem...

all you need is love...täm...te..re..te..tem...

love, love...

love is all you need...


jobs lost -> most people wanted to pursue their personal interests and hobbies,

have more leisure time and state-funded basic income anyway -> no big deal...pretty good if you think about it



3. Coronamamacitamundolocomuycabronito-deaths:


around 28.000 -> mostly weak people who would die of any influenza anyday,

on the other hand

no casualties from car, plane and train crashes,

no murder, fights and heartattacks at sports events,

no spreading of other diseases due to forced monogamy,

less rape by priests, monks, preachers and yoga teachers,

less drug-abuse of any kind, less dogshit on the streets and in parks,

less new convicts and less prisoners due to mass-releases,

less pollution, less noise, less waste etc. etc. etc....


-> more people saved than lost

-> no big deal


oh, wait a minute...

it is a big deal...


-> world population will grow way faster and live even longer..

due to...

more unprotected sex


-->> we need a more effetive virus than this soft crap the Chinese came up with


Last but not least:

in order to speed up things the right way...

drop smaller to medium-size nuclear and chemical weapons randomly every now and then


Least and last:

Shut down the internet aka worldwide web...

and the remaining population will commit suicide...


so, you're gonna die anywhichway on any give day...

thus, take it easy 'til then...



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=90YLkHyhm1I


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rnAaucPF1Q


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTmDcgUElk4




28th of March, 06:56am CET



Update to my entries from March 19th and 21st:



Though my weak-minded brother...


Aleksandar Freksa


obviously chief-manipulator and leader of a gang of morons...


threatened me...


or let's put it more brotherly...


invited me and asked me to join...


convert to Catholicism...


though he's not catholic himself...


with his profound words:



"Wie auch immer, mir san mehrer und deshalb krieg ma dich schon noch katholisch, aber auf redliche Art und Weise, dont wörry."




A week after this...


I am still without a confession...


simply because...


I am not sure...


but I do confess...


I sometimes think...


sometimes...


briefly even believe...


that something godly exists...


something too big...


too infinite...


something free of time and space...


something so non-worldly...


something that cannot be grasped...


something to big...


to feel, see, smell, touch, think or even believe...


let alone remember...


for all of man- and womankind...


but, then again...


I can't remember...


I am not sure...





28th of March, 06:04am CET



Two forgotten classics by two of the greatest film directors of all time...


overlooked and I suggest mostly ignored by the media, the rich and powerful and men in general...


because of their deeply subversive themes...



The first one made me want to become a director instantly...


when I first saw it in 1992 at age 17 in a very small cinema - "Lupe 2" in Fuchsbau, Schwabing, Munich...


after only the opening sequence that ends at 17mins 49secs...


even after having seen Wild Strawberries, Persona, The Seventh Seal, Fanny and Alexander...


two other films I'd like to mention...


Smiles of a Summer Night (1955)


The Virgin Spring (1960)



...I still think it is the single best sequence and also the best film by Bergman bar none:



"Gyklarnas Afton" (1953)


written & directed by Ingmar Bergman



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrbCHwP_uLw



Subversive...


because it depicts man's ancient-old view of a woman...


as an object, a possession...


and as a beautiful item that ornaments his manhood...


which is always in doubt...


from the moment he discovers it as a child and then for the rest of his life...


and this movie shows the also ancient-old need in power to exploit the weak and poor...


through the owner af the circus Albert.


"La Strada" (1954)


...a variation on the same theme by ...


Federico Fellini


...won the Oscar for best foreign language film in 1957...


...it took the Acamademy of Arts and Sciences three years to understand this film...


...starring two legendary Thespians...


Giuletta Masina


...aaah, those eyes, that smile, her light...


Anthony Quinn


Antonio Rodolfo Quinn Oaxaca; born 21. April 1915 in Chihuahua, Mexiko


Zorba the Greek


Alexis Zorbas


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zkk6mFg90bE


Amidst the monumental body of work...


left behind by Ingmar Bergman...


"Gyklarnas Afton" is for some strange reason forgotten and always left behind...


why?


Because noone wants to hear or see the truth...


Another time- and ageless but forgotten classic and hidden gem...


by another one of the greatest director's of all time...



Billy Wilder



Some Like it Hot, Sunset Blvd., The Apartment, Double Indemnity, Sabrina, Irma La Douce...


are all deeply engraved in Hollywood lore...


still, no one mentions this masterpiece...


which will tell you everything you need to know about the media:



"Ace in the Hole" (1951)


written by Walter Newman, Lesser Samuels and Billy Wilder & directed by Billy Wilder


https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x7rl3jy


btw...


Ace in the Hole is a term from Poker...


when you hold an ace nobody sees...


like the reporter played by Kirk Douglas has his scoop...


the buried man in the cave...


only he knows about and reports on...


his Ace in the Hole...


...


bbbtw...


German title...


"Reporter des Satans"


this is what happens when Germans translate a genius' Billy Wilder title...



Forgotten? Left behind? Ignored? Hidden?


Why?


Beacuse noone wants to...


not only hear or see or even read the truth...


noone wants to know the truth.



"Don't Believe The Hype"


Music by Public Enemy


Written by 


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LK8sxngSWaU




Back
Caught you lookin' for the same thing
It's a new thing, check out this I bring
Uh Oh the roll below the level
'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
I'm not a hooligan
I rock the party and
Clear all the madness, I'm not a racist
Preach to teach to all
'Cause some they never had this
Number one, not born to run
About the gun
I wasn't licensed to have one
The minute they see me, fear me
I'm the epitome, a public enemy
Used, abused without clues
I refused to blow a fuse
They even had it on the news
Don't believe the hype

Yes
Was the start of my last jam
So here it is again, another def jam
But since I gave you all a little something
That we knew you lacked
They still consider me a new jack
All the critics you can hang 'em
I'll hold the rope
But they hope to the pope
And pray it ain't dope
The follower of Farrakhan
Don't tell me that you understand
Until you hear the man
The book of the new school rap game
Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a different kind
We're brothers of the same mind, unblind
Caught in the middle and
Not surrenderin'
I don't rhyme for the sake of of riddlin'
Some claim that I'm a smuggler
Some say I never heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, false media
We don't need it do we?
It's fake that's what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't believe the hype

Don't believe the hype, its a sequel
As an equal, can I get this through to you
My 98's boomin' with a trunk of funk
All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk
Comin' from the school of hard knocks
Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox
Attack the black, 'cause I know they lack exact
The cold facts, and still they try to Xerox
Leader of the new school, uncool
Never played the fool, just made the rules
Remember there's a need to get alarmed
Again I said I was a timebomb
In the daytime the radio's scared of me
'Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy
They can't c'mon and play with me in primetime
'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin' mine
I get on the mix late in the night
They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, sike
Before I let it go, don't rush my show
You try to reach and grab and get elbowed
Word to herb, yo if you can't swing this
Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you
As you get up and dance at the LQ
When some deny it, defy if I swing bolos
Then they clear the lane I go solo
The meaning of all of that
Some media is the whack
You believe it's true, it blows me through the roof
Suckers, liars get me a shovel
Some writers I know are damn devils
For them I say don't believe the hype
Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe, right?
Their pens and pads I'll snatch
'Cause I've had it
I'm not an addict fiendin' for static
I'll see their tape recoreder and grab it
No, you can't have it back silly rabbit
I'm going' to my media assassin
Harry Allen, I gotta ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that type?
Don't believe the hype
I got flavor and all those things you know
Yeah boy, part two bum rush and show
Yo Griff, get the green black red and
Gold down countdown to Armageddon
88 you wait the S1Ws will
Rock the hard jams, treat it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and rock the boulevard
Some sau I'm negative
But they're not positive
But what I got to give
The media says this




25th of March, 05:05am CET



Remembering...


Danny Kaye


Jack of all Trades...Master of all of them...King of Brooklyn



Danny Kaye 

(born David Daniel Kaminsky; Yiddish: דאַװיד דאַניעל קאַמינסקי‎; January 18, 1911 – March 3, 1987)

was an American actor, singer, dancer, comedian, musician, and philanthropist.


His performances featured physical comedy, idiosyncratic pantomimes, and rapid-fire novelty songs.


Kaye starred in 17 movies, notably Wonder Man (1945), The Kid from Brooklyn (1946), 

The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (1947), The Inspector General (1949), 

Hans Christian Andersen (1952), White Christmas (1954), and The Court Jester (1956).


His films were popular, especially for his performances of patter songs and favorites such as

"Inchworm" and "The Ugly Duckling."


He was the first ambassador-at-large of UNICEF in 1954

and received the French Legion of Honour in 1986 for his years of work with the organization.


Selection of his most memorable and thus unforgettable scenes...


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4FjoCh2-QE&list=PLUxLOVNkpQjWqtl-NRmppEeQHBRI2vF1w




24th of March, 10:45pm CET



Yesterday at 1:41am I wrote:


"After having been brainwashed through...

television, advertising and such...

for 70 years,

along came the smartphone,

cynically termed "SMARTphone",

one device,

from which a herd of nearly 7.8 billion sheep,

sends meaningless crap,

quenches every desire for material things,

while being stripped of their savings through,

oh, dear lord, did you hear,

the market crashed again,

and receive their orders,

such as "Stay in your box"..."



Now this:


Coronavirus: Mobile networks send 'stay at home' text


https://www.bbc.com/news/technology-52017451



What's next?


"50 sit-ups, everbody!"


"Clean your ears!"


"Bedtime!"


"Touch yourself!"


"Sleep now!"


"Hold on...before you sleep,

order this 4D-vision-blinder-helmet with cyber-stereo headphones at governzone.com"




24th of March, 10:44am CET



In a long, long ago and by-bye-gone era.....................



"I love you."



2008 - 2097 (the latter aka as "Impaired Judgement Day)...........



"I like, heart and follow your content."




24th of March, 9:01am CET



Two thoughtful and thought-through thoughts on this...


Corona-Crimson-Crappy-Shmooo-Shoe...


and one "Special offer"


1. The planet is vastly overpopulated...

about time to thin out this use- and brainless herd of brainwashed sheep, anyway.


2. Roughly 20% of this herd has been ordered through governmental lockdown orders...

transmitted via smartphones,

the one and only true disease harmful globally,

to stay in their shoeboxes, stables and spinning wheels,

until futher notice,

which means,

shut up and don't bother us,

the rich and powerful,

until we have finally rearranged the world

aka


New World Order


Fun fact:


The 20% all "live" in the major economy countries...

such as USA, UK, Brazil etc...

while noone in Haiti or on the Seychelles gives a crap...

even though...

these are places...

with by far the highest ratio of people entering from outside...

which should be of major concern...

if this instigated mass-manic-hysteria...

would hold a single grain of truth...


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FnO3igOkOk


And now everybody...

fuck off quietly...

and go straight to hell...



Special offer:


March into oblivion during March Madness...


...introducing my brandnew


"CoCoCo-Morona"


online store:



1. Active digital handjob - 6.000 Euros per hour entered into


2. Passive digital blowjob - 2,50 Euro limit-, bound and meaningless


3. Retro-active pussy-licking - 18.640 Euros plus three favors and one whish in return


4. Pussy-, Dog-, Horse,

small, medium, intermediate and massive pet's -

intense yet careless pet-walking

- 20.000 Euros per half-hour


5. Roll of 1-Layer toilet paper - 459,99 Euros (739,99 Euros from March 25th)


all prices excluding Tax, VAT and legal fees.


Check the world wide web of lies...

for giftcards,

promo codes,

your personal daily bonus...

and a punch right between the eyes...


Order now at:


https://www.usa.gov


If you experience erections lasting more than three minutes,

contact your doctor or pharmacist,

or

wait until the errection re-appears,

or

dial:


0000/1-800-0000000000000000000001




Last but mos' def' not least...

not taken from Hemiungways's "A Moveable Feast"

but from some imbecillic media priest...

your...

Corona-infected...


Quote of the Day:


"The United Nations appealed for an immediate global ceasefire, calling on an end to all armed conflicts so that the world can instead focus on fighting Coronavirus."


(source: The Guardian, London, UK)


translation:


"Usually we don't care.

But could you please, please stop it for once, now.

Our entire economy is in shambles.

So, gentlemen, would you mind taking a short break?

You can go ahead...

the moment we fixed this matter"




24th of March, 5:23am CET




Come What May


Music & Lyrics by Vladimir Corday

 

 

1st VERSE

 

I am tied and locked,

The food wagon is being flocked,

All day no clocks had tocked,

Through the hallways I sneak double-socked.

 

I spit out two thirds of the meds,

all my accounts are blocked by the feds,

they try to put my mind to shreds,

I find some peace to visualize you in my heads.

 

CHORUS

 

You wrote at 2:09

Come what May

I will be fine.

 

And if I burn in Zelda’s room,

And we won’t ever be bride and groom,

you wrote at 2:09,

Come what May,

I will be fine.

 

BREAK

 

CHORUS

 

You wrote at 2:09

Come what May

I will be fine.

 

And if I burn in Zelda’s room

And we’ll never ever be bride and groom…

 

You wrote at 2:09

Come what May,

I will be fine.

 

2nd VERSE

 

Paris is in full spring bloom,

209 is our room,

We’ll never be bride and groom,

Cuz’ we both don’t need this shoom-sha-loom.

 

And we don’t need any room service

We hang around all bare and cherish.

Outside it’s a marvelous day,

Darling it is May…it has been a long, long way…but darling, it…is…May!


 

(22.01.2020, 07:28pm, Isar-Amper Klinikum München-Ost, Haar b. München, Station 56.E1)




Her and I  

 

Music & Lyrics by Vladimir Corday

 

 

1st verse

 

Her and I don’t need no rings,

From afar, it looks like one of those flings,

No one knows, what her and I thinks,

We push our borders to the brinks.

 

Her and I we need no papers,

We both, oh no, don’t save for later’s,

We’re immune to all those crooked haters,

You’ll read about it in the papers.

 

Chorus

 

We smile, we laugh, we cry, we fight,

We hold our hands in spring delight,

We walk the earth, we book a flight,

Sometime we turn on candlelight…

Her and I, just her and I

Just her and I…

 

 

Break

 

2nd verse

 

She is built of marble stature,

She doesn’t need another lecture,

She bends but she don’t break,

And even when her heart does ache…

 

She bosses everyone around,

Her word scares many, it’s her sound,

And though she calls me Tiger chief,

She always tries to pull my teeth.

 

Chorus

 

We smile, we laugh, we cry, we fight,

We hold our hands in spring delight,

We walk the earth, we book a flight,

Sometime we turn on candlelight…

Her and I, just her and I

Just her and I…

Just her…iiiiiinn..theeeeee skyyyyyyyyyye….

 


(14.01.2020, 07:25am, Berlin, Best Western Hotel Mitte)




23rd of March, 10:27am CET



Fran Lebowitz - Vanity Fair:

"I mean, only a handful of New Yorkers voted for Donald Trump."


Bill Maher: "Why?"


Fran Lebowitz: "Why?? Because we know this moron for more than seventy years now."


Meanwhile,

a random Cowboy from down south,

where The Donald has hardly ever been before the campaign season started in 2015,

said in an interview:


"He's one of us."



23rd of March, 06:41am CET



https://www.theguardian.com/world/2020/mar/22/germany-low-coronavirus-mortality-rate-puzzles-experts



What exactly is puzzling about this?


Let me break it down for you haters out there...



Coronavirus Mortality Rate:


Italy - 9%   --> extremely weak and inferior race


UK - 4.6%  --> medium rare, mostly subpar race


Quoting my former Football-Coach Edi Obermeier


aka


"Der Schädel-Edi"


(since he scored tons of goals with headers,

though he was 5'6" at best,

which means

during his prime and peak years,

and fully stretched)


"Larri,

(that's what he made of "Vladi", a Bavarian variation),


hoart is hoart,

und waach is' waach,

und a bissl hoart is a waach"


(Many women have confronted me with this dogma during my sexual years)


so, to finally prove the "theory" of supremacy by the Aryan race...


 "Flink wie Windhunde, zäh wie Leder, hart wie Kruppstahl"

(A. Hitler - former German chancellor)


Corona Mortality Rate:


Germany - 0,3 %  --> extremely solid race


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAPX8CxJ2h4



So, to all my fellow Germans,

who have no toilet paper in these trying times,


I,


Larri II.

King of Bavaria and Crown-Prince of Schwabing


say this:


Endure...

carry on bravely...

everyone around Germany will eventually die...

and get what they deserve...

and Germans will finally inhabit the entire world...

prosper amongst themselves...

100% germ-, scum-, waste- and Kanaken-free...

long, dong, shlong, live the sacred Reich...

forever, ever and eternity...

at least a 1000 years...

let's lift our beers...

Prosit, Prost, Prost and cheers...

HerrGott, let it be...

über alles finally...

everything and everyone that has been...

produced, manufactured, born,

and

Made in Germanyyyyyyyyyy...

...

...

...

...

...

...

...

...

...

...

...

...

...

...

...

...





















23rd of March, 01:41am CET



Corona, sweet Corona,

My, My, Ma Sha-sharona,

briefly,

fabricated bullshit,

instilled in the minds of the weak-minded,

to serve one simple human instinct:


Greed


After having been brainwashed through...

television, advertising and such...

for 70 years,

along came the smartphone,

cynically termed "SMARTphone",

one device,

from which a herd of nearly 7.8 billion sheep,

sends meaningless crap,

quenches every desire for material things,

while being stripped of their savings through,

oh, dear lord, did you hear,

the market crashed again,

and receive their orders,

such as "Stay in your box",

well,

stay in your box, then,

watch shallow crap on Netflix,

rub one out to free porn every now and then,

and shop yourself into bliss,

'til they day you squeeze out your last fart,

but,

think ahead just this one time,

save old paper-newspapers for wiping your asses,

because wiping one's behind digitally will be a tough task,

even for the mastermind-shmocks in Silly-phone-valley...




22th of March, 00:45am CET



Today, at around 5pm...

six (!) highly armed special force police officers wearing bullet-proof armor,

rang the bell and after I asked them in,entered my appartment,

this time around they did not handcuff or mistreat me,

in fact they were very understanding and kind,

still, asked me to keep my hands out of my pockets for them to see,

this time around my laptop was not confiscated,

so, I'd like to use the opportunity and ask authorities:


"Can I have my shoes back, which were taken from me on 18th of January?

Furthermore, can I have my birth certificate and many other documents,

my last and few personal belongings and my clothes,

which are stored away in House 28 of the Isar-Amper Klinikum, Haar near Munich,

a mental institution in Haar near Munich,

can I have them back?

Or am I,

being a writer and musician really compelled to live with one set of clothes and a laptop?

Furthermore, will I have my bank accounts freed, again, in this life?"


Finally, a short verse to those:


To those, the led and willing,

it might be rather chilling,

on occasions vastly thrilling,

go ahead, carry on,

even tho' I keep on illing.



21th of March, 01:55pm CET



Fred Astaire in 1934...


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8zHylVk7S0


...and 36 years later...


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CnrbdNjf-aw




21th of March, 11:43am CET



Besides my crap, Woody Allen is being deleted, too...


remember this: 


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kHCmiWaHUCw


77 years later we are in a global fourth Reich...

where the truth is being deleted...

witchhunt everywhere...

soon enough books might burn again...

witches...

artists...

everyone who does not serve the agenda of those...

who stole 600 Billion Dollars during the financial crisis of 2008 - 2010...

governments bailed them out back then...

for these greedy criminals to steal even more in...

2020...



https://www.nytimes.com/2020/03/18/opinion/woody-allen-memoir.html?ref=oembed



Opinion

Woody Allen Meets the Cancel Culture

Does it matter that you may never know his side of the story?


By Bret Stephens

Opinion Columnist

March 18, 2020


Early this month, Hachette Book Group announced that it would publish Woody Allen’s memoir, “Apropos of Nothing.” In that bygone era when people had thoughts on subjects other than the coronavirus, this caused an uproar. The journalist Ronan Farrow, Allen’s estranged son (assuming he is his son — but that’s another story), denounced the decision and said he would end his own lucrative relationship with the publisher. Hachette employees staged a walkout from company offices in New York and Boston.

It took Hachette just a few days to cave. “After listening, we came to the conclusion that moving forward with publication would not be feasible for HBG,” the publisher said through a spokeswoman. Notice how often these days the work of the cancel culture is accomplished in the emollient language of “listening.”

Notice something else: The book was pulped despite hardly anyone — and surely none of its fiercest critics — having read it. “Sentence first, verdict afterwards” is supposed to be the stuff of “Alice in Wonderland,” not what passes for literary judgment in America.

My own bias runs strongly in favor of publication, both as a matter of principle and public interest. (Full disclosure: I have a slight social acquaintance with Allen; we are not friends but have friends in common. Further full disclosure: I am a member of a jury that awarded Ronan a journalism prize for his investigation of Harvey Weinstein.) But just to be sure the critics didn’t have a point, I decided to ask for a copy of the book and read it.

Turns out, it’s pretty good.

Allen writes well. There’s humor on nearly every page. He’s been a major creative presence on the stage of American arts for 60 years, so his cast of characters is large. The background is peopled with the likes of Ed Sullivan, Dick Cavett, Johnny Carson, Pauline Kael, Scarlett Johansson and Timothée Chalamet; the foreground by Louise Lasser, Diane Keaton and Mia Farrow.

The story of how Allen made it in show business in the 1950s and ’60s was mostly new to me, and wholly engrossing. So were details about movies that remain cultural touchstones for millions of people, from “Bananas” to “Annie Hall” to “Husbands and Wives” to “Match Point.”


...



That is what fairness in a free society requires: giving both sides their say; listening to each with an open mind; and extending the presumption of innocence to those being tried, whether it’s in a courtroom or in the court of public opinion. To do otherwise isn’t to show respect for the feelings of the victim. It’s to prejudge, based on incomplete information, who the real victim is.

This goes both ways, by the way. Allen’s book alleges that Mia Farrow not only brainwashed Dylan into believing she had been molested but also that she victimized some of her adopted children physically and psychologically, claims Moses and Soon-Yi fully corroborate. In one instance, according to Moses, Mia once locked up her adopted paraplegic son Thaddeus in “an outdoor shed overnight over a minor transgression.”

If Mia, Dylan or Ronan Farrow were to write a book rebutting Allen’s charges — only for the publisher to buy the book and then quash it at the last minute — there would surely be an outcry. Rightly so.

So why does any of this matter in this virus-bitten moment?

The answer isn’t censorship: Hachette is a business that must take account of its market, while Allen is still free to shop his book to another publisher. Nor is the answer that the memoir is some priceless literary treasure that must see the light of day. Much as I enjoyed it, it isn’t.

It matters because cancel culture threatens our collective well-being in multiple and fundamental ways: The banishment of unpopular people; the unwillingness to examine contrary threads of evidence and entertain opposing points of view; the automatic conflation of accusation with guilt; the failure of nerve by people entrusted with preserving the institutions of liberal culture; the growing power of digital mobs; the fear these mobs instill in any would-be contrarian or gadfly who thinks to venture a heterodox view. These threats go to the heart of what it means to sustain the habits of a free society.

In itself, the Allen drama is a kerfuffle amid a national crisis. In terms of the large issues it raises, it’s a dismal symptom of the current state of our liberal values.


Bret L. Stephens has been an Opinion columnist with The Times since April 2017. He won a Pulitzer Prize for commentary at The Wall Street Journal in 2013 and was previously editor in chief of The Jerusalem Post




21th of March, 10:33am CET



No wonder, shit is hittin' the fan around the globe...


source Wikipedia:



Galactic Tick Day is an awareness and education day that celebrates the movement of the Solar System around the Milky Way galaxy.


Galactic tick


Diagram of the Milky Way with the position of the Solar System marked by a yellow arrow

The day occurs on a regular interval of 1.7361 years (or 633.7 days), which is called a Galactic tick. The interval is derived from one centi-arcsecond of a Galactic year, which is the Solar System's roughly 225 million year trip around the galactic center. One Galactic tick is only about 0.00000077 (1/360*60*60*100) percent of a full Galactic year.


Galactic Tick Day


The first Galactic Tick Day took place one Galactic tick after Hans Lippershey filed the patent for the telescope on October 2, 1608. The first observance of the holiday was on September 29, 2016, the 235th Galactic Tick Day.

The second observance was on June 26, 2018. The third observance is on March 21, 2020.



https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page


On this day


March 21: Galactic Tick Day (2020)




So...


Well...


40 years have passed...


time to tell the world...


all of us...


everybody...


black, brown, light brown, white, yellow, red, pink people...


Agent Orange Donald Trump...


and even 'dem green folks in distant galaxies...


c'mon, shoot, please provide an answer to the most pressing question...


Who did kill, J.R?




21th of March, 09:29am CET


Take a trip down memory lane...


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aps-D9D551k&list=RD8swUJ_FXwJ4&index=16


an "artist"...

among the greatest vocalists this world has ever heard...

who has just been knighted by the queen...

performs in front of thousands of screaming, cheering, flag-waving block-heads...

not only in Britain...

nationalism has been re-lit and kept burning...

during "peaceful times" (???) more discreetly...everywhere and eversince...

back in 1968 Jimi Hendrix took a dump on the "Star Spangled Banner"...

in Woodstock in 1969...


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TKAwPA14Ni4


2020.


Global market crash...


Pandemia...


All borders shut down...


Worldwide quarantine...


Nobody can drop atomic weapons...


That's the modern warfare of...


World War III...


whatever...


it is what it is, right?


Btw, Big Brother is not only watching us...


he has watched us eversince...


if you exert your right of "Freedom of Speech"...


they delete you from search engines such as Google, Yahoo etc...


the search terms:


Freie Münchner Allgemeine, Vladimir Stoiljkovic and Vladimir Corday...


reached a peak in early March by entries...


have been going down by approx. 150.000 entries a day since that...


whatever...


it is what it is, right?



21st of March, 08:42am CET



In seinen beiden E-mails vom vorgestrigen 19. März liefert Herr Aleksandar Freksa,

Student an der Humboldt Universität, Berlin,

sein drittes Studium,

ja, so zahlt man keine Steuern in Deutschland,

letztes Jahr - April 2019 - mit weniger als 4 von möglichen 18 Punkten durch das Examen gerasselt,

interessante Einblicke bezüglich seines Rechtsempfindens,

ist er doch Droher, Rächer und scheinbar sogar Exekutive in Personalunion,

vereint für einen gescheitertet Studenten erstaunlich großen und weitreichenden Einfluss,

in seinem stets abwägenden juristischem Geiste,

exerziert unverhohlen und bar jeden Zweifels seine,

von oben zuerteilte Macht,

heißt es doch eigentlich:


"Im Zweifel für den Angeklagten"


und all dies für seine Zwecke und Zielsetzungen nutzt.


Er hat es auch schon ziemlich "weit" gebracht,

bewohnt er doch eine Luxuswohnung im Berliner Bötzowviertel,

veranstaltet im Sommer Grillparties am Starnberger See, nahe München,

ohne je gearbeitet oder Steuern gezahlt zu haben,

erstaunlich in der Tat,

für Künstler hat er jetzt schon nichts mehr übrig...


"Schäm dich Vladimir!

20 Jahre Therapie? Starke Leistung!

Applaus!"


ja, sogar einen Mord will er mir anhängen,

an meinem eigenen Vater,

Miroslav "Piro" Nedic,


"Du hast unseren Alten auf dem Gewissen, das hast du auf dem Schirm, du Künstler."


ein Mann mit klarem Blick,

der beiden Hochzeits-Inszenierungen von Herrn Freksa ferngeblieben ist,

und vor ein paar Monaten folgende Prognose geäußert hat:


"On ce biti Sozialfall"


Miroslav also,

den Herr Freksa in den letzten fünf Jahren vielleicht zwei Mal gesehen hat,

den ich wiederum von August 2019 - Januar 2020 gepflegt habe,

siehe Eintrag 02. März 2020 ganz weit unten,


Herr Freksa indes,

ausgestattet mit guten Beziehungen zum Kammergericht in Berlin...


"Mein Kumpel Thomas, der Referendar hier am Kammergericht ist,..."


bis hin zu zwei Staatsanwaltschaften in München...


"Es beschäftigen sich mittlerweile 2 Staatsanwaltschaften..."


auch seine leibliche Mutter ist,

obwohl fast 600km entfernt,

nicht sicher vor ihm...


"Ich wende mich heute auch dein Vermieterin, die soll hiervon erfahren..."


Meine offizielle Stellungnahme:


Die Freie Münchner Allgemeine trägt den Zweitnamen Simplischissimus,

bewegt sich also zwischen Wahrheit und Fiktion,

auch genannt Satire,

wenn Herr Jan Böhmermann den türkischen Präsidenten Recep Tayyip Erdoğan...

als Ziegenficker bezeichen kann,


Am 4. Oktober 2016 gab die Staatsanwaltschaft Mainz bekannt, dass das Strafverfahren gegen Böhmermann eingestellt wurde. Es seien keine „strafbaren Handlungen […] mit der erforderlichen Sicherheit nachzuweisen“, teilte die Behörde mit. Eine Karikatur oder Satire sei keine Beleidigung, sofern „die Überzeichnung menschlicher Schwächen [keine] ernsthafte Herabwürdigung der Person“ enthalte.

Am 1. Juni 2017 beschloss der Bundestag einstimmig die Abschaffung des § 103 StGB; sie trat am 1. Januar 2018 in Kraft.


steht es mir,

Vladimir Stoiljkovic,

noch vielmehr zu,

einen ewigen Studenten,

der in diesem Land keine Steuern zahlt,

rein zufällig mein Bruder,

der seit Jahren ehemalige Freunde...


"Ach übrigens, hab heute 2 alte Freunde von dir gehört..."


Bekannte und Institutionen,

ja sogar meine Famile manipuliert und gegen mich aufwiegelt,

diesem Treiben durch meine Publikationen entgegenzuwirken.


Herr Aleksandar Freksa scheint auch vorab zu wissen,

was mich meine Gegenwehr kosten wird...


"Ein einstweilige Anordnung wird dich um die 5000€ kosten."


Wirklich erstaunlich für einen Studenten der Rechtswissenschaft

der Humboldt Universität...


In Bayern sagt man dazu lapidar und treffend:


"Oiwei a Depp is' a gweng."



20th of March, 12:17am CET



Liederkreis Op. 39 – Zwölf Gesänge nach Joseph von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857)


Erscheinungsdatum: 1885 - 1900


Liederkreis Op. 39 - 1840 | Robert Schumann (1810 - 1856)



I. In der Fremde


Aus der Heimat hinter den Blitzen rot

da kommen die Wolken her,

aber Vater und Mutter sind lange tot,

es kennt mich dort keiner mehr.



Wie bald, ach wie bald kommt die stille Zeit,

da ruhe ich auch, und über mir

rauscht die schöne Waldeinsamkeit.

und keiner kennt mich mehr hier.



19th of March, 12:47pm CET



Corona in Bayern:


https://www.merkur.de/bayern/coronavirus-bayern-ausgangssperre-markus-soeder-joachim-herrmann-massnahmen-zr-13603820.html



Corona in Brasilien:


https://www.bbc.com/news/world-latin-america-51955679



In America heißt der Corona-Virus jetzt übrigens:


Kung-Flu



19th of March, 12:26pm CET



Folgende Droh-E-Mail hat Herr Aleksandar Freksa um 10:04 Uhr an seine,

vielmehr unser Mutter Slobodarka Nedic,

die seit mehr als 20 Jahren in ihrer Wohnung wohnt,

geschrieben:




---------- Forwarded message ---------
Von: Aleksandar Freksa <a.freksa@gmail.com>
Date: Do., 19. März 2020 um 10:04 Uhr
Subject:
To: Slobodarka Nedic <nedic.slobodarka@gmail.com>



Die unbefugte Veröffentlichung von personenbezogenen Daten im Internet, die nicht allgemein zugänglich sind, in der Absicht, einen anderen zu schädigen, ist eine Straftat nach § § 44 Abs.1 i.V.m. § 43 Abs.2 Nr.1 und Nr.2 BDSG 


Ich wende mich heute auch dein Vermieterin, die soll hiervon erfahren.

 

Mit freundlichen Grüßen


Aleksandar Freksa

--

Pasteurstr. 27

10407 Berlin

+49 171 922 8433



19th of  March, 12:18pm CET



Da Herr Aleksandar Freksa weitere Drohungen formuliert hat,

veröffentlicht die


Freie Münchner Allgemeine


folgendes:




Aleksandar Freksa <a.freksa@gmail.com>

An:Vladimir Stoiljkovic

Cc:mirjananedic@yahoo.co.uk



Do., 19. März um 01:56


Schäm dich Vladimir!

20 Jahre Therapie? Starke Leistung!

Applaus!


Du hast unseren Alten auf dem Gewissen, das hast du auf dem Schirm, du Künstler.


Schreib so viel du willst, aber ein echter Künstler verleumdet nicht sondern abstrahiert die Dinge und kreiert tolle Geschichten.

Ist fast ein wenig "Big Brother" Niveau dabei. 

Nur dass Zlatko auf seine Art echt gute Gesellschaftskritik von sich gegeben hat (Hey, wer is diesa Sheckspier, interrssiert mi ga net). Chapeau!


Aber dein Kram ist grober Unfug.

Alter, wie viel muss man denn gesoffen haben?

Mir ist dabei nur peinlich, dass ich mit dir in Verbindung gebracht werde, nicht mehr aber auch nicht weniger.

Also lass die Scheiße von mir aus stehen, aber entferne meinen Namen, sonst wird´s teuer.


Ein einstweilige Anordnung wird dich um die 5000€ kosten.

Mein Kumpel Thomas, der Referendar hier am Kammergericht ist, hat sich beim Lesen herrlich amüsiert: Beleidigung, üble Nachrede, Verleumdung.

Und du machst einem die Beweisführung echt leicht, alles gut dokumentiert. Danke dafür.

Vor allem werden auf dem Server deiner Seite alle Einträge und Löschungen dokumentiert, so dass du auch nix im nachhinein verschleiern kannst.


Ich musste heute allein aus beweisrechtlichen Gründen dich mehrmals dazu auffordern die Beleidigungen zu unterlassen, um die Eilbedürftigkeit vor Gericht besser glaubhaft machen zu können.


Übrigens, bei der Staatsanwaltschaft München I bist du anscheinend bestens bekannt, allein wegen deinen Balkon-Auftritten in der Pension Doria. 

Die Seite kannte ich noch gar nicht von dir.


Es beschäftigen sich mittlerweile 2 Staatsanwaltschaften, der Presserat (jedenfalls warst du unter deiner Presseausweis-Nr. auffindbar) und die Landesanstalt für Datenschutz (wegen der missbräuchlichen Nutzung und Weitergabe von Daten ohne vorherige Zustimmung und damit DSGVO-widrig) mit dem Müll den du da verbreitest.


Ach übrigens, hab heute 2 alte Freunde von dir gehört. 

Die haben vor lauter Fragerei, was bei dir denn so los sei, aus irgendeinem mir echt unverständlichen Grunde nicht ein einziges Mal den journalistisch-künstlerischen Aspekt deiner Seite gewürdigt, sondern waren eher - nennen wir es - irritiert.


Wie auch immer, mir san mehrer und deshalb krieg ma dich schon noch katholisch, aber auf redliche Art und Weise, dont wörry.


Und Corona ist keine Religion, daher auch keine Glaubenssache, sondern eher etwas Lästiges.


Mit freundlichen Grüßen


Aleksandar Freksa

--

Pasteurstr. 27

10407 Berlin

+49 171 922 8433



Am Sa., 14. März 2020 um 10:03 Uhr schrieb Vladimir Stoiljkovic <vladimir.stoiljkovic202@yahoo.com>:

Originalnachricht ausblenden

…Chatverlauf von Mirjana Nedic und Aleksandar Freksa auf Whatsapp von Mutter gelesen. Sebastian Adolph scheint auch eine fachkundige und dezidierte Meinung zu meiner Situation zu haben. Danijel Meschko ebenso.

 

Mirjana Nedic: hör auf zu klauen, lügen und manipulieren.

Aleksandar Freksa: such dir eine Arbeit und verdiene dein eigenes Geld. Die 4000 Euro, die du deiner arbeitenden Frau aus der Tasche gezogen hast, um einen Schreibkurs zu machen…spart euch das Geld. Aus deinen Nachrichten auf Whatsapp ist klar ersichtlich, dass du nicht schreiben kannst und deine Berufung bestimmt nicht die Juristerei ist.

Sebastian Adolph: Das mit dem Klauen gilt auch für dich. Bilder fälschen, Keller ausräumen, Rentner übers Ohr hauen usw.

Danijel Meschko: Dich kenne ich kaum, habe daher auch keine ausgeprägte Meinung zu deiner Person. Nur scheinst du sehr anfällig für Manipulation zu sein und hast offensichtlich aus den Fehlern deiner letzten Beziehung wenig gelernt.


In den ersten drei Fällen hilft nur Therapie, die ich seit 20 Jahre mache.

 

Alles Gute.

 

Vladimir



19th of March, 06:01am CET



"She had the regal bearing of a princess with a streak of humor and vulnerability that shone through in all she did. She spoke with a unique accent that you could never put your finger on

- just like that face -

immediately identifiable and undeniably unique to her alone.

Her body of work is truly astonishing because she didn't make a bad film. 

A fashion icon, a humanitarian, a beauty for the ages, and a genuinely fine human being -

enjoy the films of the incomparable Audrey Hepburn!"


https://ok.ru/profile/579131388067/statuses/150940435469219



19th of March, 05:37am CET



Eine äußerst amüsante E-mail erreichte zwischenzeitlich die FMA...

Absender: Aleksandar Freksa

in cc-Kopie: Mirjana Nedic

wohlan denn...

ich,

Vladimir Stoiljkovic

der Gründer und Herausgeber der


Freien Münchner Allgemeinen


habe allein im vergangenen Jahr 2019...

mehr Steuern gezahlt als...

Herr Aleksandar Freksa

in seinen 46 einhalb Jahren auf bayrischem und deutschen Boden,

dennoch fühlt sich Herr Freksa,

ehemals Hauptschüler an der hiesigen Hauptschule,

Simmernstr. 2, 80804 München,

heute heißt Sie Mittelschule Simmernstraße,

Herr Freksa hat es dort zu einer Note 4,

also "ausreichend" im Fach Deutsch gebracht,

deshalb hat er nun seiner Frau Judith Freksa also...

4000 Euro für einen "Schreibkurs"...

aus dem Rücken geleiert,

da Herr Freksa sich fest vorgenommen hat...

taaaraaaaataaaataaaaa...

Anwalt bzw. Jurist zu werden...

haaaaaahaaaaaahaaaaaaahaaaaaahaaaaaaa...

seine E-Mail beschließt Herr Freksa mit den unvergesslichen Worten:


"Wie auch immer, mir san mehrer und deshalb krieg ma dich schon noch katholisch..."


...ein Satz, der bereits jetzt seinen Platz in der...


"Stil-Blüten-Galerie"


der


Freien Münchner Allgemeinen


nicht nur vorgenommen, sondern ganz fest eingenommen hat...

ein echter Kracher eben...


daher postwendend und ohne Ermangelung jeglicher geistiger Kraft,

zu der es nur "Klein-Freks'chen" bar jeglicher Erhellung mühsam schafft,

jeglichen intellektuellen Aderlass und groß viel Zeterns,

groß' Erhebens, Aufschwingens, Aufmanschkelung und gar Aufhebens,

da dies im Kontakt mit einem Tore stets vergebens,


Trommelwirbel..........................


die Antwort der FMA:


"Herzlichen Weidmannsdank,

jetz, lutsch' deinen kleinen Pimmel,

nun, fort, fort und ab zurück in deinen Schrank,

kauf dir vom Geld deiner Gemahlin 'ne janz, janz große Tüte Deutsch, genieß' es ruhig und still verschimmel'."



19th of March, 00:31am CET



Da zwischenzeitlich allerlei Drohungen die...


Freie Münchner Allgemeine


erreichen,


sind:


Aleksandar Freksa


Bratislav Stojiljkovic


Sebastian Adolph


Anastazija Stojiljkovic


offiziell zu einem Interview bzw. einer Stellungnahme mit der FMA eingeladen.




18th of March, 7:45pm CET



Sehen Sie...

Aleksandar Freksa (geb. Stoiljkovic, zwischenzeitl Kraus-Stoiljkovic)

ist so ein "Kanake",

1973 in München geboren,

die für frühkindliche Entwicklun prägenden ersten Lebensjahre,

verbringt er bei seinem Vater Bratislav Stojiljkovic,

der wiederum in 46 Jahren Deutschland nur geklaut hat,

kaum bis keine Steuern gezahlt hat,

jetzt mit 69 Jahren etwa 500 Euro,

also den Mindestsatz erhält,

ja,

sein Sohn Aleksandar folgt diesem Muster also,

beutet drei deutsche Frauen aus,

hat jetzt sogar die deutsche Staatsbürgerschaft,

obwohl er zeit seines Lebens keine Steuern gezahlt hat,

wohlan an,

2020 heißt er jezt mit Nachnamen Freksa,

ist aber nach wie vor ein "Kanake"

verstehen's des jetzt?

ergo...

sollte im Bayrischen Landtag und im Bundestag dringend geprüft werden,

wie man diese Form "Kanake",

also die neuzeitliche Gattung des "Eingedeutschten Neo-Kanaken"

nun wieder loswird bzw. abschiebt...



18th of March, 11:17am CET



Gotta love my family,

now my mother Slobodarka told me,

that my dumb half-sister Anastazija is running around Munich,

telling everyone that I killed my father,

genetically my stepfather,

Miroslav "Piro" Nedic,

the only father I remember,

because I was two years old,

when my mother kicked out my genetical father,

Piro since day 1 took care of my mother Slobodarka, my brother Aleksandar and me,

something my genetical father Bratislav Stojiljkovic was unable to provide,

a crook who my mother met on vacation in then-Yugoslavia,

took him to Germany in 1973,

where in 47 years,

he didn't earn a single Deutsche Mark or Euro,

dealing, stealing, even selling a Coca Cola at 500% the original price,

during the war in Yugoslavia and subsequent sanctions and embargo,

he opened a store in Vrnjacka Banja and sold western goods,

never honestly worked one minute in his entire life,

once he even tried to be a "Zuhälter" - a pimp,

but he is not even capable of that,

so now at 70 years old,

he receives the mandatory minimum pension of around 500 Euro,

my true father Miroslav "Piro" Nedic,

provided for his two parents Spasoje and Stana,

his six siblings...

Milos, Milisav, Mika, Cica,Lela, Zoran,

his second wife: my mother Slobodarka,

Aleksandar, Mirjana (his only genetical offspring, me,

friends in in Donji Dobric and nearby Loznica,

Novi Sad, Belgrade,

uncles, aunts, cousins, distant relatives,

and hundreds of people who fled the Balkan region,

not only Serbs worked in his company,

Bosniaks, Croats, Montenegrins, Macedonians,

a company he built after 25 years working for Velte Electric,

he came to Germany in 1966 all the way from Donji Dobric,

a 100-soul village close to the Serbian-Bosnia border,

first settled in Düsseldorf,

where his first wage was 4,20 Deutsche Mark,

but simply because he got up at 5am every morning,

working even on every Samstag, Sonntag, Feiertag,

every single day,

at 81 years old he worked voluntarily, yes for free,

helping to bake Brez'n every morning in a bakery in Westend district,

picking fallen leaves around the house where lately lived,

in Ligsalzstraße,

...

that's why he was able to help others,

because he worked all his life...

...

...

...

Abschließend noch eine Appell an den Stadtrat,

die bayrische und die deutsche Regierung,

es gibt Ausländer,

die arbeiten und Steuern zahlen,

den Rest schiebt's doch wirklich endlich ab,

denn das sind in der Tat "Kanaken"...



17th of March, 6:35pm CET


Svanulo

Lyrics by Vladimir Corday


Dobro jutro, Srbijo,

mnogi kradu, mnogi lazu,

sami oni koji istinu kazu,

da svaki Srbin svoga Srbina sekirom sece,

moze i Motorsegom dovesti do srece,

jer niko nezna,

jer niko nezna,

jer niko nezna,

koza suva, usna tesna,

sta to tamo sjajno sija,

dali tamo daleko ima boga,

ili prosto dedina stoka bez roga,

to upravo niko nezna,

nikad niko nijo znao,

i nikad za sva vremena nece znati,

vara onaj koga besvest prati,

ali, ako, zasto, mozda,

neceg srca je od gozdja,

pravde ima,

ljubav svima...



17th of March, 6:03pm CET


Bishop was part of the Rat Pack,

invited his pals to have a go at his talk show,

and they just did their thing...


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mrSNnHxj7mA



17th of March, 09:44am CET



Handwerks güld'nes Firmament


Lyrics by Vladimir Corday


So, instead of buying stocks, mäh, mäh, mäh und greif', greif', greif',

Screw the money, invest in stockings for your wife,

Immerzu dein Werk nimmermüde, ruhig verrichtest, über deine Jahre bescheiden bleibst,

Fortwährend still und glücklich den Strome hinan treibst,

Stets fest, dein Weib gar jauchzet, nun denn, der letzte Tor, ruft ich begreif',

Dein Schopf schon ganz ergraut, du singst, tanzest und frohlockest,

Oh, sieh' oh sieh', wie steinern hart und hell im Lichte glänzend,

Bevor du gehst, sternenklar all' dies dir noch bewusst,

wie Father Time deiner Seel' auf Erden fügt begrenzend,

Aller Stürme du getrotzt, spät belohnt, denn da, welch' Glück,

immerzu und für alle Zeiten blasszart noch steht dein kleiner güldner Schweif'...



17th of March, 6:17am CET


Deutsches Großmachterleben...

denn danach lasst uns alle streben...

Deutschland, Deutschland über alles...

Brüh' im Glanze, sei's drum, wenn auch wieder fall' es...

ersehnt, erstrebt 1000. Jahres Reich...

kein and'res Volk hält Stand gar jeglichem Vergleich...

Well, let me revisit...

the four German World Cup titles in Fussball:

After defeat,

vast destruction,

total surrender und humiliation,

in World War II,

allies devise the "Marshall Plan",

now after Germany had millions slave and labour for them for free,

because "Arbeit macht frei",

the few remaining Germans,

who are still alive,

and mostly the "Trümmerfrauen",

who not long ago,

had to pay for their men's deeds abroad,

by being raped and humiliated,

by throbbing shlongs of the Red Army and other invaders,

rebuild Germany in never-seen-before record time,

and fashion,

the "Wirtschaftswunder"...

good for now,

1954...

Germany now loaded with money again,

meets...

Hungary,

proud monarchy of olden times,

now poor socialist-slob,

at the World Cup in Switzerland,

where hetragazillions of Jewish money and gold,

are stored in Swiss Banks,

Puszkas, Koszics, Hidegkuti...

one of the greatest teams to ever play the game...

defeat Germany,

8 - 3...

in a pre-eliminatory match...

...the Germans meanwhile,

I mean,

every man of stature,

that had passed the Aryan-Siegfried test,

had been recruited, trained, drilled, screamed at

for years and years...

and had just died at the...

eastern, northeastern, northern, northwestern, western,

southwestern, southern, southeastern

front,

or right in front of the Führerbunker in Berlin, Germany,

so, Germany

who had to send in a bunch of hobos and cripples,

a few days later,

miraculously beats,

these very same Hungarians,

all hungry for money,

3 - 2

in the final in Bern, Switzerland

Das Wunder von Bern

cheered on by the so-called "Eidgenossen",

as this was not directed from then respectable and noble,

c'mon,

I mean a

 German is a German is a German

guy had to do his job,

German chancellor,

who had helped install

the "Verfassung",

"Bundesrepublik Deutschland"

supervisioned the "Entnazifizierung"...

the leaders are hanged,

minor officials banned,

still, you can't get rid of 50 million people

so, in hindsight,

the Marshall Plan failed,

though some say it is "20/20"...

I say

it's blindsight,

opposed to foresight,

now, this was of course directed by,

ah...

Wirtschaftswunder

ah...

Wunder von Bern

A few thousand miles away,

in Washington, D.C, USA

in the summer of 1954

a few Gentlemen,

who prefer baseball,

don't give a rat's ass about "Fussball"

smoke cigars,

and watch their plan unfold...


1974

on another occasion to be told...



17th of March, 04:14am CET



60 years ago...

when sport was still sport...

fun to play and watch...

when millions...

watched athletes in baggy pants...

hair on their chests...

thin arms and legs...

still, they all could drive a ball out of the park for 450 feet...

no conceit...

everybody humble and relaxed...

everyone behaving naturally...

in schools, offices, on the streets, buses and parks...

no millions paid, no commercials...

no steroids, no graphics on your screen...

no phones in the stands...

everybody focusing...

this was filmed...

but it got lost...

thought gone forever...


50 years later...

it was discovered in an archive of then part-time owner...

singing legend...


"I'm dreaming...of a white christmas."


Bing Crosby


Arguably the greatest moment in American sports history...


1960

World Series

Pittsburgh Pirates vs. New York Yankees

Game 7


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5MtnU4yno4o



16th of March, 02:27pm CET



One more thing,

that just came to my mind:


Our father,

Miroslav "Piro" Nedic,

paid 2.400 DM from his hard-earned money,

for a Fender "Jaguar" guitar,

in 1988,

today,

32 years later,

this is a collector's item,

if Aleksandar,

now that he lost his name and his identity,

had at least kept that thing,

learned some Jazz-chords and scales,

dude would be in business with me,

in my solo project...


Vladimir Corday


or with the big-band I'm forming at the moment...


Vlad & The Impalers


btw: same goes for this crooked art-dealer Sebastian Adolph,

who is driving around Kurfürstenplatz/Schwabing in his white van,

selling forged paintings, stolen antiques and Nazi-memorabilia,

used to play the drums pretty good back in the day,

but then at age 18,

decided,

why work?

started his "career" as a "salesman" in the early 90s,

plundering cellars filled with old furniture around town,

built his "business" to around a million Deutsche Mark,

but gambler and alcoholic that he is,

lost everything again,

got caught by Police,

was convicted,

had a nervous breakdown,

spent time in Nussbaumklinik at Sendlinger Tor,

apologized to some people,

auctionerys,

art dealers,

customers,

had to work for 10 DM at a gas station in Schwabing,

one day an old lady was at the gas station,

who had some antiques,

he charmed her,

stole everything from her,

so he was back in business,

today he runs an online-shop on ebay,

covered up as an old lady he named it:

"grafiksammlerin"

has panic attacks everyday,

still the same old cheater he has always been,

now has around 500.000 Euro again,

guess what,

now he goes around giving everybody advice,

trying to humiliate everybody else,

pays 200 Euro for a black prostitute,

so he can beat her up,

because his stepmother had humiliated him as a child,

wanted him to be a girl,

a girl, which she had hoped for,

even put him on a horse to learn dressage riding,

like this moron Aleksandar Freksa,

as I said both never worked an honest job,

both feel very smart and entitled to give other people advice,

my or should I say our father Miroslav "Piro" Nedic predicted,

that one Aleksandar's wife will wake up,

reailize that he's a slouch,

and kick him out,

Piro thinks he'll live off of social security someday,

Sebastian Adolph will lose everything again,

have more nervous breakdowns,

and panic attacks,

Danish philosopher Sören Kierkegaard once wrote,

if you do the wrong thing,

your soul bends,

it bends and bends,

many managers,

who stole their way to the top,

one day hang themselves quietly,

because their soul has gone away,

work,

pay taxes,

be honest to others and yourself,

and one day,

when the cheaters are gone,

you'll be rewarded,

whatever,

time goes by,

and everybody finds their place in this world...



16th of March, 02:04pm CET



Four days ago,

I wrote this:


"Did you ever have Papuzaki at a Greek restaurant?


It's an Aubergine...

which is carved out and filled with delicious vegetables,

minced meat...

gratiné...

et voilá...


All across southeastern Europe...

back in the day...

people used to wear...

Papuzakis...

Papuce...

in the Balkans a man who pretends to be a man...

but his wife bosses him around at home...

is called "Papucar"...


Let me present one more member of my family...

born as Aleksandar Stoiljkovic...

back in the 90's his name was Aleksandar Kraus-Stoiljkovic...

today his name is Aleksandar Freksa...


studies for the third time at University...

today at age 46...

he's a cleaning lady and babysitter...


guess what...

folks...

my two cents...

work...

grow some balls if you're not born with them...

you'll keep...

both your name and your identity..."


Let me add today,

after he's threatining me via email with some crap,

that he's been in three long-term relationships,

two of them became marriages,

so it's basically always the same pattern,

he meets a woman,

manipulates her,

by telling her how badly everybody in his family treated him,

they work for him,

he studies at 46 years of age,

hardly ever worked anything,

earned 30.ooo Euros accumulated in his entire ilfe, at best,

after he failed his first exam in law,

because his writing is very poor,

couple month ago,

guess what,

his now-wife paid about 4.000 Euros for a writing course,

dude went to Hauptschule 40 years ago,

if Hemingway or Flaubert would teach him,

dude'll never be able to write.


Here's my advice for the umpteenth time,

something I have told him every time he approaches me,

or when he asks me for advice,

I have never, ever asked him for advice,

in turn he dishes out his crap,

which he thinks is good advice,

to everybody he meets...

...

face reality,

do therapy for a few years,

find a job,

and start living your life...



16th of March, 01:01pm CET



Witz vom Balkan:


Mujo fragt seine Frau Fata...


"Sag Fata, hast du mich je betrogen?"


"Fata, bitte, bitte, sag es mir."


"Fata, du sprichst jetzt, sonst..."


"Fata!!"


"Mujo, jetzt warte doch mal. Siehst du nicht, dass ich zähle."



16th of March, 10:37am CET



Back in 2002 the legendary "sports" team...


FC Sehr Roberto


was founded by a bunch of drunkards...


one opponent called us...


"Die Assos mit den gelben Leiberl'n"


here's a shot of one part of the "squad"...


group mugshot from 2006...



































Florens "Flöz" sporting his handsome smile...


Christoph "Stoffel" miraculously appeared in two games...


Nico "Nikosch" and Jonas "Supajonas"...


the latter two earn fortunes today...


that's what you call a formatted picture...


not familiar with the other fellas...


believe it or not...


19th season comin' up...


FC Sehr Roberto


still exists...


to this very day...



16th of March, 08:48am CET



Arguably the greatest year in film...


The pinnacle of Hollywood's...


"Golden Era"


1950


Sunset Blvd.

All About Eve

Born Yesterday

The Third Man

Harvey

Cyrano De Bergerac

The Asphalt Jungle

Broken Arrow

Adam's Rib

Father Of The Bride

No Way Out

Caged

Cinderella

The Gunfighter

Mystery Street

Riso Amaro

Trio

Louisa

Our Very Own

Panic In The Streets

My Country 'Tis Of Thee

When Willie Comes Marching Home

Annie Get Your Gun

That Forsyte Woman

King Solomon's Mine

Three Little Words

Samson And Delilah

No Sad Songs For Me

The Flame And The Arrow

The Magnificient Yankee

The Black Rose

The Furies



All in one year...



15th of March, 9:21pm CET



Nat King Cole, Dean Martin, Steve Lawrence, Sammy Davis Jr., Bing Crosby,

Jerry Vale, Frank Sinatra, Tom Jones, Udo Jürgens, Boy George,

Elvis Presley, Bob Marley, Kris Kristofferson, John Lennon,

Bob Dylan, Van Morrison, Tom Waits, Leonard Cohen,

Paul McCartney, Johnny Cash, Tony Bennett

Dave Gahan, Robert Plant, Little Richard,

Sam Cooke, Fats Domino, James Brown,

Ben E. King, João Gilberto

Bobby Darin, Sting,


now that I'm 45 I think...


"The Man With The Golden Voice"


"The Singing Bus Driver"


"The Singer's Singer"



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sofl6-2cbFw


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yv0ctUZhK98


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQIRbV_noi8


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lcdmq07u2T8


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJuVbr8pnAY



Matt Monro


Matt Monro (born Terence Edward Parsons, 1 December 1930 – 7 February 1985)

was an English singer who became one of the most popular entertainers on the international music scene during the 1960s and 1970s.

Known as The Man with the Golden Voice, he filled cabaretsnightclubs, music halls, and stadiums across the world in his 30-year career. 

AllMusic has described Monro as "one of the most underrated pop vocalists of the '60s",

who "possessed the easiest, most perfect baritone in the business". 

His recordings include the UK Top 10 hits: "Portrait of My Love", "My Kind of Girl", "Softly As I Leave You", "Walk Away" and "Yesterday" (Originally by The Beatles).


He also recorded several film themes such as "From Russia with Love" for the James Bond film of the same name, "Born Free" for the film of the same name and "On Days Like These" for The Italian Job.



15.März, 19:14 Uhr, 2020 Ortszeit



Ey, der Daus',

mich laust die Laus',

oh, my oh my, just what a thrill,

it felt alright, a holy night,

solitude, pure bliss and true delight,

because I didn't care, and felt no fright,

no one was ill, bottoms up, c'mon just chill,

where were you, my dear, on the day the world stood still.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9phuyRknPw


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MeLVCeErypY


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_CRJNKvWsk


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1bsfFMm_nI



15. März, 17:38 Uhr, 2020 Ortszeit



"Der Mensch is guad, d'Leit san schlecht."


Karl Valentin


Naaa, geh' weida, Karl. Da Mensch is a nix b'sonders ned.


"Lupus homini lupus est."


Thomas Hobbes, "Leviathan", 1651


...understand?



15th of March, 2020, 12:29 CET



Audrey Hepburn


Hepburn and her family returned home to Switzerland to celebrate her last Christmas. As she was still recovering from surgery, she was unable to fly on commercial aircraft.

Her longtime friend,

fashion designer Hubert de Givenchy,

arranged for socialite Rachel Lambert "Bunny" Mellon to send her private Gulfstream jet,

filled with flowers,

to take Hepburn from Los Angeles to Geneva.

She spent her last days in hospice care at her home in Tolochenaz, Vaud and was occasionally well enough to take walks in her garden,

but gradually became more confined to bedrest.

On the evening of 20 January 1993,

Hepburn died in her sleep at home.

After her death, 

Gregory Peck went on camera and tearfully recited her favourite poem,



"Unending Love"


by Rabindranath Tagore


I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJs88kP2ipg



15 of March 2020, 09:14am CET



At 15, he was a boxer who billed himself as "Kid Crochet".

His prizefighting earned him a broken nose (later straightened), a scarred lip, many broken knuckles (a result of not being able to afford tape used to wrap boxers' hands), and a bruised body.

Of his 12 bouts, he said that he "won all but 11".


"The King of Cool"


Dino Paul Crocetti


Dean Martin



15. März 2020, 07:07 Uhr, Ortszeit München



Leit'...

losst's eich ned va'oarsch'n...

mit dem Corona-Blödsinn...

Corona is a mexikanisches Bier...

sonst goa nix...

so, la la des Zeig...

wenn'st z'fui davo trinkst...

kriagst a recht'n Dünnschiss...

genau wia der Dünnschiss, der grad durch'd Medien gehd...

scheen's Weda drauß'n...


https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bayerische_Volkserhebung



15th of March, 03:14am CET



Like in the late 80s and throughout the 90s...

more and more people in Germany watch American Football again...

Comedy legend...

Harold Lloyd...

explains everything you need to know about the sport...


Tackling Practice


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HuZzqKtBoTM&list=PLC55WRXRuDkzcBjJgzeyRgnglV_vLd1T0&index=2


The Final Drive


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxxW5uUXKIo&list=PLC55WRXRuDkzcBjJgzeyRgnglV_vLd1T0&index=1



15th of March, 02:51am CET



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRwXGlJJFuQ



Friend Karen (Celeste Holm), her husband (Hugh Marlowe) and producer Max (Gregory Ratoff) stand back as actress-hostess Margo (Bette Davis) delivers her famous line in All About Eve, 1950, then joins DeWitt (George Sanders), Marilyn Monroe on his arm, and protegè Eve (Anne Baxter).



15th of March, 01:55am CET



2020...


Welcome to...


a world Fritz Lang predicted in 1927...


Metropolis


as Winston Churchill said...


No Sports


George Orwell was wrong in one regard...


Big Brother


didn't commence observing the common folk in the 20th century...


the rich, strong & powerful has been...


monitoring...


exploiting...


abusing...


the poor, weak & powerless...


eversince...


if you served in a castle 500 years ago...


or slaved for a Pharao...


difference being that today...


in...


Charlie Chaplin's...


Modern Times..


the slaves & servants...


on planet earth...


receive orders via...


smartphones...


laptops...


tablets...


read personalized state-controlled news...


watch personalized content...


ah, screw it...


whatever...


as I said before...


kiss my ass and suck my balls...


enjoy all this...


so...


fuck'ya'all...



14th of March, 7:55 CET



As I said the crooks around the world work together...


simple trick...


spread a virus...


market crashes...


Black Monday...


financial turmoil...


Black Thursday...


in quick sucession...


Dow Jones tailspins 1o% in one day...


the little man sell his stock at -10%...


investors round the world...


who planned and agreed on this...


buy the cheaper stocks ...


wooooooooow...


Dow Jones back up an unprecedented, record 10% in one day...


little man lost his savings...


and...


et voilà...


guess what...


the rich got richer...


as of today allegedly 115.000 Coronavirus infections worldwide...


out of about 7.700.000.000 people...


0,0000014935...


0,00014%...


still...


Tom Cruise, Tom Hanks,

Chelsea player Hudson-Odoi, Arsenal coach Arteta, Jazz Center Rudi Gobert,

Brazilian officials who met with Trump,

Ivanka Trump...

many, many rich people claim they've tested positive...


litlle man now fears for his life...


now...


the rich got richer by stealing the little man's money...

little man now hides behind a mask...

which he has to buy from the Chinese...

https://www.nytimes.com/2020/03/13/business/masks-china-coronavirus.html

gets expensive infusions...


and...


the rich who just got richer get even more rich...


understand?

verstanden?

comprende?

capisce?


Neeeeein...


Doch!


Ooohhhhhhhh...



14th of March, 4:17pm CET



Update:



Btw, all the racial slurs I used recently...


y'know...


I am as much or less a racist as anyone else on this planet...


Meinungsfreiheit


https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meinungsfreiheit


In Deutschland wird die Meinungsfreiheit durch Art. 5 Abs. 1 Satz 1, 1. Hs. Grundgesetz (GG) und Art. 10 EMRK gewährleistet.

Art. 5 Abs. 1 GG (verkürzt):

„(1) Jeder hat das Recht, seine Meinung in Wort, Schrift und Bild frei zu äußern und zu verbreiten […] Eine Zensur findet nicht statt.“


In Deutschland gilt aber durch folgenden Zusatz:


https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meinungsfreiheit#Grenzen_(Schranken)_der_Meinungsfreiheit:_Art._5_Abs._2_GG


Die Urväter der Demokratie 1789:


Die Meinungsfreiheit wurde bereits 1789 in Artikel 11 der Erklärung der Menschen- und Bürgerrechte in Frankreich als « un des droits les plus précieux de l’Homme » (deutsch: „eines der kostbarsten Rechte des Menschen“) bezeichnet. Heute gilt sie als einer der wichtigsten Maßstäbe für den Zustand eines demokratischen Rechtsstaates. Eines der häufigsten Zitate zur Meinungsfreiheit wird dabei irrtümlich Voltaire zugeschrieben, entstammt aber tatsächlich der Biographie von Evelyn Beatrice Hall über ihn, um damit seine Überzeugung zu beschreiben:


“I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.”


„Ich lehne ab, was Sie sagen, aber ich werde bis auf den Tod Ihr Recht verteidigen, es zu sagen.[1]


Russia:


In the Russian language the word Glasnost (/ˈɡlæznɒst/Russian: гла́сность, IPA: [ˈɡɫasnəsʲtʲ] (listen)) has several general and specific meanings. It has been used in Russian to mean "openness and transparency" since at least the end of the eighteenth century.[1]

In the Russian Empire of the late-19th century, the term was particularly associated with reforms of the judicial system, ensuring that the press and the public could attend court hearings and that the sentence was read out in public. In the mid-1980s, it was popularised by Mikhail Gorbachev as a political slogan for increased government transparency in the Soviet Union.



What is Russia like today?


China?


India?


Brazil?


USA?


The Land Of The Free...


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freedom_of_speech_in_the_United_States



The Location doesn't really matter...


Try this in...


Iceland?


New-Zealand?


Ghana?


The Seychelles?


St.Kitts?


Whatever...


So, whereever you are on this crazy planet right now...


while everything is crumbling to pieces...


try saying what you think...


try expressing what you personally, truly believe in...


what happens?



And if my thought-dreams could be seen,
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine,
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.


"It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)"


Bob Dylan, 1965




14th of March, 6:59am




Oliver Schündler (executive producer)...


and his fiancé...


Boris Ausserer (producer)...


back in 2005 I worked with these two guys...


who hustled, lied, stole, cheated, bad-mouthed everyone they worked with etc...


because I hardly cared for the crap they produced...


asked too many questions...


said that "Störtebeker" is going to bomb...


they kicked me out...


check "Other Crew" way down at the bottom...


https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0420255/?ref_=nm_flmg_prd_13


Ironischerweise lautet der Titel des Films:


Der Todetunnel - Nur die Wahrheit zählt


Vladimir Stoiljkovic (assistant to producer)...


that's my legal name...


whatever...


as I said before, in the meantime I did my thing...


now...


15 years later...


"Störtebeker" has disappeared from their portfolio...


folks, do your thing...


believe in yourself...


stay on course, whatever the sea is like...


up there where Störtebeker was doing his thing...


denn auf der Nord- und Ostsee weht bekanntlich...


'ne steife Brise...


and nevermind the suckers...




14th of March, 0:54am



The good die young and that 27-club-crap,


bollocks in my book,


Ernst Lubitsch, Billy Wilder, Woody Allen,


Ingmar Bergman, Federico Fellini,


Marcel Carné, Louis Malle, Jean-Luc Godard, Milos Forman,


Paul Newman, Dustin Hoffman, Jack Lemmon,


James Stewart, Cary Grant, Tony Curtis,


Audrey Hepburn, Katherine Hepburn,


Vivien Leigh, Meryl Streep,


Bette Davis, Greta Garbo,


and on and on...


the truly great last and live fulfilling lives...




13th of March, 10:41pm



Light a cigarette,

have a drink,

passionate sex if you have someone,

or masturbate,

and say good-bye,

so long,

to the money you saved...


...because these crooks are working together around the world.




13th of March, 8:01pm



Back in 1995 I was in Vienna...


A man was handing out buttons saying:


"50 Jahre Frieden in Europa"


Wenige hundert Kilometer entfernt war der jugoslawische Bruderkrieg


in vollem Gange...


Jetzt hatten wir 75 Jahre keinen Weltkrieg...


in diesen 75 Jahren gab es weltweit hunderte von Kriegen...


und wir haben wieder nichts gelernt...


obwohl wir uns jetzt als Homo Sapiens bezeichnen...



sapiēns (Latein)

Bedeutungen: [1] einsichtig, klug, verständig. [2] weise.




13th of March, 6:41 CET



Der Corona-Virus (COVID-19) mag ja ansteckend sein...


schneller verbreitet sich aber Rassismus...


COVID-19 ist nicht zwingend tödlich...


Rassismus schon.



https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xenophobia_and_racism_related_to_the_2019%E2%80%9320_coronavirus_pandemic





13th of March, 1:21pm CET




https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Thursday_(2020)





13th of March, 1:01pm CET




Hans Söllner als Münchner Bürgermeister...



Gerhard Polt als Bay'rischer Ministerpräsident...



Otto Waalkes als Bundespräsident...



Roberto Blanco singt zur Vereidigung die Hymne...



das wär' ein Spaß...



oder, nicht?




13th of March, 11:33am CET



An alle Raffzähne, Gierhälse,

Nationalisten und Heiligen,

Bänker, Manager, Investoren, Berater,

Kriegstreiber, Generäle, Botschafter, Diplomaten,

Soldaten, Polizisten, Wachmänner, Agenten,

Kulturschaffende, Politiker, Despoten,

Rausschmeißer, Abschieber,

Könige und Präsidenten,


Grazie!

Da Capo!

Obrigado!

Thanks, a lot!

Merci!

Merci, gsag't!

Dankeschön!

Hvala!

Hos Bulduk!

Gracias!

Bedankt!

Tak!

Dziekuje!

Köszönöm!


Jetzt haben wir eine globale politische Krise,

Weltwirtschaftskrise,

und sogar eine

Pandemie...


gleichzeitig!


Das muss man erstmal so hinkriegen...




13th of  March, 01:01am CET



Viva, La Revolución!



Vive, Le Révolution!



Talkin' bout a Revolution


Words & Music by Tracy Chapman


Don't you know
They're talkin' 'bout a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
Don't you know
They're talkin' about a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
While they're standing in the welfare lines
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation
Wasting time in the unemployment lines
Sitting around waiting for a promotion

Don't you know
They're talkin' 'bout a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
Poor people gonna rise up
And get their share
Poor people gonna rise up
And take what's theirs

Don't you know
You better run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Oh I said you better
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run

'Cause finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin' bout a revolution
Yes, finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin' bout a revolution, oh no
Talkin' bout a revolution, oh
While they're standing in the welfare lines
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation
Wasting time in the unemployment lines
Sitting around waiting for a promotion

Don't you know
They're talkin' 'bout a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
And finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin' bout a revolution
Yes, finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin' bout a revolution, oh no
Talkin' bout a revolution, oh no
Talkin' bout a revolution, oh no




Die Fahne hoch...



Die Fahne hoch!



Die Reihen fest geschlossen!



Weißer Adler Auf Weißem Grund...





12th of March, 3:13pm CET



Here are two more members of my family...


Slobodarka Nedic and Mirjana Nedic...


they need no individual characterization...


because they are the both the same...


they are cunts who'll do anything to get what they want...


they love to shop...


anything...


steal everywhere they go...


sell out their father, husband, brother, son...


whatever...


'cuz cunts love to shop...


capisce?


understand?


razumes?


verstanden?


Njet?


Dann, geh' scheiss'n...




12th of March, 2:11pm CET



Do you know the classic movie scene...


in which...


Woody & Diane are having an intellectual discussion...


about


"Structuralism"


in the Modern Museum Of Art in New York...


both thinking to themselves...


Geez, what crap...


Dou you know the type that has super-organized bookshelves...


Well, just lend a book a from them...


What do you find?


Book untouched, right?


I recently lent two books...


Madame Bovary & Don Quijote de la Mancha...


from A Serbian-Montenegrinian...


self-proclaimed intellectual...


moron named Marko Manigodic...


Folks like him can also be found at the Residenztheater...


the Kammerspiele...


Bayrische Staatsoper...


here in Munich, Bavaria, Germany


or any other high-profile Art Venue around this planet...


to the poor people around the world...


save a buck here and there...


and go see these idiots...


who think they're better than you...


simply because...


they've cheated and stolen their way to the top...


while you maybe work for minimum wage...


you know?


Nah...


Yeah, you do...


You know...


We all know...


Don't we?




12th of March, 08:33am CET


Did you ever have Papuzaki at a Greek restaurant?


It's an Aubergine...

which is carved out and filled with delicious vegetables,

minced meat...

gratiné...

et voilá...


All across southeastern Europe...

back in the day...

people used to wear...

Papuzakis...

Papuce...

in the Balkans a man who pretends to be a man...

but his wife bosses him around at home...

is called "Papucar"...


Let me present one more member of my family...

born as Aleksandar Stoiljkovic...

back in the 90's his name was Aleksandar Kraus-Stoiljkovic...

today his name is Aleksandar Freksa...


studies for the third time at University...

today at age 46...

he's a cleaning lady and babysitter...


guess what...

folks...

my two cents...

work...

grow some balls if you're not born with them...

you'll keep...

both your name and your identity...




10th of March, 5:06pm CET


Now, I am back in Munich.


My father is Bratislav Stojiljkovic,

born in Knjazevac, 56km from Nis,

now lives in München

and in Vrnjacka Banja.



8th of March, 09:44am CET




Have you ever heard of a Serb having any kind of success in Munich,

or the rest of Bavaria?


No?


Here's why...


I wrote before that I was in touch with

Kriminalkommissariat 75,76 and

the Landeskriminalamt (LKA).


Here's what happened:


Two of the officers are Croatian,

Marco Babic

and 

Mrs. Spahic...


You get the idea, right?


All my life I've been treated like a criminal.


Now, here's why...


Because Bavaria,

no wait a minute,

Germany has installed the Croatian Ustashe to help them build...

what?


Now...wait.


I've had Ustashes around me before.


Way back in 1992 a guy from Slavonski Brod, Croatia circles around me.

Hondo Ratkovic.


For years a "lawyer" Alexis Leiss,

whose Grandwhatever was one of the founders of

the Thule Gesellschaft

morons who devised all this Nazi-cunt-crap

in the Hotel

"Die Vier Jahreszeiten"

and do so to this very day,

the "Braune Haus" is also still active.


In the Pension Doria,

Hohenstaufenstr. 12,

80801 München


...where I took my father,

after I got a tip from a...


Prof. Dr. Dr. Kröling

Habsburger Str. 12

80801 München


btw,

Co-Founder of the magazine

"Die Skeptiker"


btw,

a rapist,

who forced 20+ women into abortion...


...for nursing during our 9-times-hospital-trip,

a guy who says he named "Milan",

lives next door,

both legs fucked up,

he tells me it's a football injury.


So, these are stupid Croatian Ustasha and German Nazi cunt dumbasses tryin' to fool you,

right?


The so called lawyer Alexis Leiss, half-greek,

works for the Head of the Afghan Mob,

Khaled Kaissar,

secretely gay,

covered up running a film production and a real estate company.


Back in 2008 Alexis Leiss,

since I also write screenplays,

refers me to Khaled Kaissar,

dumb as hell,

so I refused,

another guy shows up,

Bernd Katzmarcyk,

friends with the actor Ken Duken,

who's friends with Til Schweiger,

so,

the stuff I write is altered and is shown in cinemas as...

"Kokowäääh"

I'd repeat myself,

German crap,

but,

7 million German morons watch this crap,

I don't get a dime,

before that I was at Bavaria Media,

a subdivision of Bavaria Film,

here I ask Boris Ausserer and Oliver Schündler,

why a farmer from Tyrol is writing the screenplays,

though dude can't spell his name,

answer is,

if Edi Ehrlich don't write,

ironically ehrlich means honest in German,

Hansi Hinterseer,

some German Schlager-moron won't sing.


See where this is going?

Whatever.

Never sued anybody.

Did my thing.

No Ernst Lubitschs', Billy Wilders, Woody Allens here anyway.


Btw, here's my take on Woody Allen vs. Mia Farrow case:


In the blue corner a true artist genius,

in the red corner a narcisstic cunt,

who thinks she's an artist,

Hitchcock called this breed cattle,

Samuel B. Wilder from Sucha, Poland,

called this cunt Monroe "Calf",

stupid slut couldn't even remember the line:

"Where's the Bourbon"

Mr. Allen falls in love in Soon-Yi,

finds the love of his life,

is married with her for a long time,

Farrow cunt can't get over this,

comes at him like whiney bitches do,

Woody Allen hardly mentions it,

does his thing,

every now and then some crap rolls around,

like this metoo-crap,

guess what,

every narcisisstic cunt will blow a genius' shlong,

this Portman cunt blew shlongs,

now she falls in Woody's back,

why,

because narcisisstic cunts will do that,

so their worked-over mask gets shown on the silver screen,

...whatever.


To cut things short...


Now I am in Berlin.

The Free City.

Die Freie Stadt.

Nah, bollocks.

The City of Spies.

The City of Lies.


Bollocks.


I am in Room 621, 6th, Top Floor...

The Hotel is cleared out...

apart from BND officers...

morons...

y'know...

in Serbia we say...

everybody, who's too stupid for a job joins the Police or Secret Service...

now...


The Savoy Hotel is "owned" by two Jewish Brothers,

but,

bollocks again,

everybody working here is from Saxonia or Thuringia,

just like "Nurses" that take care of you at...

the Bezirkskrankenhaus in Haar...

wow.


So, the Nazi cunts have rolled all the way back up to Berlin.

What?


Since I've been dealing with this my entire 45years of existence,

y'know,

whatever...

I'm sitting up here...

nice view...

right across the Delphi Cinema...

further afar the Waldorf Astoriaaaaaaa...

now...

I don't care...

I do what I always did...

I sing, I write, drink...

now I even have my own minibaaaaaaaar...


whatevaaaaaaa...


everybody come over the Hotel is free,

let's occupy it,

and have a mighty good time.


Hvalaaaaaa....




8th of March, 06:41am CET




Btw,

couple weeks ago,

I walked into the headquarters of this shitty German newspaper,

Süddeutsche Zeitung,

while I was talking to some moron at the service desk,

a guy strolls by with his suitcase,

introduces himself as "Herr Kastner",

I explain that Bavarian authorities are after me for no reason,

that I'm an artist etc.

writes down my number,

obviously does some research in the meantime,

calls me,

directs me via phone to a shelter called "Münchner Insel"

at Marienplatz,

good for now,

then I end up in jail,

locked psychiatry,

I manage to call him from my hidden second phone,

he says: "Bitte, rufen sich mich nicht mehr an.",

I call him a "Diederich",

he hangs up.


So, I take matters into my own hands,

manage to get out of Bavaria,

whatever.


Besides "Ecce Homo" by Nietzsche,

"Der Untertan" by Heinrich Mann is explaining the lack of spine

in a German aka "Diederich",

his stupid brother Thomas wins the Nobel Prize for writing

typically boring, dragging, tedious stuff such as the

Buddenbrooooooooooooooks,

similar to corrupt, dumb Beckenbauer,

instead of the smokin', drinkin' genius rebel King Johan Cruyff,

Total Voetbal,

Oranje Boven,

Rebel Club Barca plays the dutch system still 30 years later,

while fascist, royal, Real,

whatever,

y'know,

yeah,

so, the Dutch,

these guys win nothing,

because they get screwed over in...

fascist Germany and Argentina...

what a surprise...

well, fine...

ok...




8th of March, 05:11am CET




Mao-Lao-Laotse


The disease that's spreadin' and it stinks,

'dem sure the ugliest and stupidest of us all,

wearin' masks while not-so-ugly Corona drinks,

Go back, roboti, roboti, Mao-Chinks,

on the way back home,

have a cup'o'tea with acid-Putignome,

take a bow, ching-chong,

spaciba,

adieu, mon adieu,

vaya con dios,

arrivederci,

.

..

...

aaaand...

...

..

.

good bye, so long and fuck'ya'all...




8th of March, 04:54am CET




I Bend, But I Won't Ever Break


Words & Music by Vladimir Corday


Please yourself, tighten the chain,

Tight as you wish, I feel no strain,

No fence, no wall, ain't no mountain high enough,

Hit me with everything you got, rough and tough,

Come again, come again, come again, come again,

I won’t complain, I feel no pain,

You took everything from me,

My mind, my soul, still free,

Everything is now at stake,

I do bend, but I don’t break.




8th of March, 03:33am CET



May I introduce...



Vlad & The Impalers



Swingers, 'round the world, leave the herd...



And hear this word...



While the McDonald's, Macron-fags & Vladimir Vladimiro-witches,

ah, damn it, whatever, comme ci comme ça, fuck you, vaffanculo, spaciba,

oh, my soul is burning, sometimes it itches,

Itchy, Scratchy...whatever


y'know,

yeah, we all know,

don't we?

What?

Wie bitte?

Pardon me, I don't understand, sir...

Oh, reaaallllly?

So, you don't, well, fine...

All you, royals, politicians, bankers, insurers, coppers, all the snitches,

do your thing, while we're your bitches...




Audition at Hotel Savoy, Fasanenstr. 9-10, 10623 Berlin, anytime



ps: Alles kann, nichts muss...

Poets, Dreamers, Hoes, Pole Dancers, Cops, Agents, Gamblers, Homeless, Beggars, Dealers...

Whatever...

Come around...

We'll make it sound...

Babe, this a shot heard 'round the world...

Let's go down in style...

And fuck, sing, dance for just a while...

Beguile...

Ja, wie geil...

The beguine...

So, let's not pray and just begin......

A new Jazz age...

It's the 20's, isn't it?...

Let's all stop this PC-shit...

So, who cares about the wage?...

So, let's derive...

Go to a 105...

Let's start..

And be Young at Heart...




8th of March, 2020 03:01am CET



Talkin' about pantswhores...

in short...

Charles went about his profession...

Emma shopped herself to death...

Cunts love to shop...

And nothing will stop'em from doin' so...

My dad Piro once said to me...

Every picka I banged once, thinks I'm a fuckin' romantic...

Every picka I got up for at 5am...

worked all day for...

while she stole from me and went shoppin'...

built a home for...

bled for...

kicked me out and says I'm an asshole...

my uncle Zoran "Zoki" Nedic...

musical genius...

you gave that gypsie a straw…

he’d turn it into a Zauberflöte...

sing you a song about the Morgenröte…

finally went home to Donji Dobric, Serbia…

his brother Milisav wouldn’t let him in…

dug a hole in the ground on house’s backyard hill…

after a while a reporter got word…

asked him…

why you sittin’ still...

Zoki kept doin’ his thing…

No Car, no House, no Golden Ring…

Quit eatin’ anything…

When he finally broke down and asked for help…

A god in white asked where the dinar, shekel, dollar you damn skelp…

Zoki broke down, didn’t cry…

His pockets empty, they let him die…

Who cares, anyway…

His ashes shining grey…

Angela’s, Hillary’s…

Go buy some stockings…

Do all a favour, just, please, yeah, sure, shut up, go away…

No true Charles’ around anyway…

Piro, Zoki, all the way…



7th of March, 2020 19:01 CET



May All Your Dreams Come True


Words & Music by Vladimir Corday

 

Start spreadin’ some love,

Let doubts fly like a dove,

And when they do creep up your spine,

Just remember that all’s fine.

 

Free your mind and let go,

Truth or dare, so and so,

Jump overboard and don’t deny,

Don’t cry, let fly.

 

It’ll all shape up,

Into a new world,

Free of disguise,

You’ll be impressed,

When you open your eyes.

 

No more hardships to bear,

No more need for despair,

Parade on down the avenue,

All the billboards shine for you,

And before your time is finally up,

All your dreams have come true.


7th of March, 2020 13:13 CET


As a Washingtonian by heart I say,

time to run those NYC-Mobstas down Washington Square and straight outta DC,

RFK now a soccer park,

where suckers park,

for 50 bucks,

drive all those trucks,

from north, west and everybody from way down south,

and calmly deliver...

...jab, jab, jab,

Kareem's hook shot,

some Monsters of The Midway,

Purple People eaters come along,

all Cowboys put back on them boots,

South Florida bring on some fruits,

this time around General Lee's gotta lead the way,

when we together march from CenturyLink Field's parking lot, Seattle, Washington,

oh' everybody barbecue on,

oh, yeah, we gotta carry on,

on the way,

we'll go astray,

let's have some fun in 'Frisco, Green and Tampa Bay,

one autumn,

winter,

spring or sunny,

sunshine,

summer day...


7th of March, 2020 11:54 CET


As I wrote,

I was in Frankfurt, Germany couple days ago,

because,

they screwed around with me down there in Bavaria,

y'know,

I walked into Commerzbank Headquarters,

the numbers you see in your online banking,

ain't worth crop,

guy turned his monitor,

showed me something totally different,

y'know,

thought this is just a Bavarian thing,

now I am back in Berlin,

just curious what'll happen on Monday,

when the Bank at the Gedächtniskirche opens...

I kinda know,

some fuck carrying a suitcase will...

I know...

you know...

we all know...

don't we...

aight?


7th of March, 2020 10:41 CET


Here's my take on all future wars against Germany...

and there will be plenty to come down the road.


No tactics,

no strategy,

no bollocks,

y'know,

just go straight at them,

yell at them,

et voilá...

...like that crazed moron shitler did,

self-proclaimed "artisté" at first,

y'know,

'aight?


7. März, 2020 10:27 CET


Hatten Sie schon einmal Kontakt mit dem Hauptzollamt Rosenheim?

Abteilung Vollstrrrrrreckung?

Ja, genau so sagte das die Dame am Telefon.

Die liabe Frau Bremberger.

Dieses sogenannte Amt blockt momentan mein Bankkonto.

Seis drum...

...ich spende es hiermit,

damit dieser greislige Uhu,

der Söder Magggus,

lang genug hat er dem Edi ja den Arsch ausgeleckt,

und der Muschi die Muschi rasiert,

den "Freistaat" weiter ausbauen kann,

ich genieße indes...

joie de vivre,

oh, yeah,

let the good times roll,

la dolce vita,

und opa, opa, neka, neka, sve cu da...


7th of March, 2020 10:01 CET


It's mostly rotten in the state of Germany,

my number is out there,

not one single call in days,

screw it,

there are other ways...

...Sally Marshall, Shottingham's own, out there somewhere?...


Skype: Vladimir Corday


ps: 'member you sayin' back then,

that your favourite Dylan tune is...

"Only A Pawn In Their Game"...

...guess what...

...Serbs are darn good chess players...


7th of March, 2020, 7:47 CET


And while I'm at it...

here's my early morning take on Angela...

know why that pantswhore is doing that triangle crap when she talks...

she's secretely tryin' to show everybody her cunt...

...

...

cuz' nobody's ever seen that damn thing.


7th of March, 2020, 7:01 CET


...and btw,

ah, how do I put it best,

lemme traaaa this way,

been hidden,

schooled,

trained,

drugged a million times,

all my life,

now I'm 45 years old,

to cut things short:


Before you stupid morons,

mess all up again,

the Serbian King,

Vladimir Corday,

is inviting everybody,

and I mean everybody,

now,

Jalta,

Malta,

Jakarta,

long time ago,

to the conference of Berlin,

at the Savoy Hotel,

and as I said,

let's have a good time,

talk all this over peacefully,

like Gentlemen,

light a "Winston Churchill, Romeo & Yulieta" cigar,

at the Times Bar,

it ain't far...

it's downstairs,

spaciba,

ja,ja,ja,

na, klar,

la, la, la, laaaaaaaaaaa...


7th of March, 2020, 6:46 CET


German BND wanna do an Assange on me,

ain't gonna happen,

Nazi cunts,

cuz' all eyes on me...


7th of March, 2020 6:36 CET


Three most touching lines ever written...


"It's been'a too hard'a livin',

but I'm afraid to die,

'cos I don't know what's up there beyond the sky"


Sam Cooke, 1963


Trapped and killed in a Motel soon after by them ugly rednecks

in a Motel down south...


7th of March, 2020 2:40am CET


just checked in at the Savoy Hotel, Fasanenstr. 9-10, 10623 Berlin


Room 621, Top Floor,

Nice view, right across is the Delphi Cinema,

any musicians wanna come over now for a mighty good time?

A nice lady playin' the flute always welcome...


7th of March, 2020 00:01am CET


...on the way back to Berlin


My father Miroslav "Piro" Nedic...

always says...

these cunts did a lot of damage in WWI..

they let'em off the hook to easy...

cunts did even more damage in WWII...

read Nietzsche's Book "Ecce Homo"...

that's all you need to know about these cunts...

there's a reason why in America they say...

Good 'ole Germany...


6th of March, 2020 01:13pm CET


now...

...worldwide...

...prohibition lifted...

...smoke whereever you want


adesso...

...subito...

...tutti...

voglio ti profumo...


pusite ljudi...

ne sada cigare...


une cigarette, madame?

monsieur?

cigar?

Cigarillo??????


a geh' weida,

schleich' di'

jetza rauch' ma ersta moi oane...


...urleiwand,

geh' scheissn',

Polizist?,

geh' sprich's in Sacker'l und steis' ma vor'd Tür...


Spaciba!


6th of March, 2020 09:14am CET


Camilla,

you ugly horse,

no,

I am not your tampon anymore,

no,

that was long time...,

no,

ksjusm me daling,

I have a meeting with Sir David Grey and this moron in Downing,

no,

told,

you horse,

tried everything,

mother just won't go away,

bloody cunt now has 64.378 pairs of ugly shoes,

no,

they are in our 87 bedrooms,

nah,

I know,

20.000 you say, horsey?

all empty?

these bastards,

these dickheads all over all the streets,

yes, horsey,

I' let them in,

but where shall...

what...

no...

horssseeyy,

I cannot put the shoes in the Tower,

no,

Big Ben?

Yes, horsey,

yes, he'll shag you at 4pm...

good...

no, horsey,

meetin' this idiot Pearce...

yes, Stuart,

he still feels the need to apologize for his missed kick against the Nazis,

yes, horsey,

horsey,

horsey,

mother woke up with the flu,

yes,

just got the news from this negro here on 3rd floor,

yes horsey,

Nigeria,

I know,

we should have gotten rid of them,

but,

yes, hoooooooorsey,

he's from Kongo?

how did a Belgian get this job?

What, this is still, England, horsey,

Oh, mother just threw up,

hold on,

oh,

hold on,

see you later, horsey,

tell Big Ben to shag his mother after he's done with you,

yes, this cunt from Preston.

...

...

...

Mother?



6. Märrrrrrzzz, 2020, 05:45, 1000 Jahre Reichsssszeitttt


...Josef...

...Joseph...

...maccccccchhhhhhhh lauterrrrrrrr...

...Herrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmannnn...

...wie nennt ihr den Dreck...

...Schmeizler...

...Schnäuzler...

...scheiss drauf...

...nnnnnnnnffffffffftttttttt...

...nfffftttt...

...was hast du gefressssssen, du fettttttes Schwein...

...rasier dir das Arrrrrrrrschloch nächstes Mal...

...keinen Schweinebrrrrraten morgen...

...ich muss jetzt auch...

...mussssssss kacken...

...scheisssse...

...shitlerrrr...



6th of March, 2020, 04:04am CET


...hey, Ritchie...

...I forgot we have an OC...

...whatever...

...I like betta...

...later...

...you know cars, Ritchie...

...let these morons pray now...

...later...

...ok, first down...

...tell, that nigga pimp...

...to not wear that white Versace suit on the field...

...or he'll be doin' his thing back in South Florida by the morning...

...first damn' nigga to start this crap...

...this other moron wants to play baseball, y,know...

...Ritchie...

...

...17 is back on the field...

...both hands in the front pocket...

...steppin' up...

...some pump...

...he pimps this thing... 

...sends 86...

...fat-assed white mofo...

...in motion...

...knows...

...he's got one of his ladies...

...Texas Nigga...

...83...

...nobody run like 'dem niggas...

...

25 years later...

...this nigga run down the left sideline...

...like this is his road in Copperas Cove...

...Texas soldier boy startin' in DC...

...logo...

...superman socks...

...everybody got electrocuted...

...76 yards...

...ROTY...

...whatever...


du 6 mars, 04:37, CET


...nooooo...

...oui...

...ohhhhhhhh...


...nooooo...

...oui...

...ohhhhh...


...noooo...

...oui...

...ohhhhhhhhhhhhh...


Sesti Mart, 2020. godine, 03:51am CET


...his guitar strung...

...'cross his back...

...his dusty...

...Konstantin Wecker...

...New York...

...don't like no boots...

...though...

...some say...

, made for walkin'...

...right?...

...Nancy?..

...

...damn, mobsta whore...

...ran away...

...daddy issues...

...come back...

...doin' country...

...shut, up...

...home...

...ey...

...tell, them reportaaaaas to go away...

...but...

...ey...

...before I...

...ring-a-ding-dong...

..fly you...

...tell, that nigga' to dance...

...sur'...

...let him wear...

...those stupid gold chains...

...'dem poor souls...

...pickin' cott'n for free...

...Alabama...

...man...



5. März 2020, 17:17 Uhr CET


Lange Nächte haben in München seit 1923 Tradition,

obschon die Bordsteine

- bis auf wenige Ausnahmen -

bereits um 01:00 Uhr nachts hochgeklappt werden,

denn die Hauptstadt der Bewegung,

ein geschmackloses Provinznest,

beherbergt etwa 1,4 Millionen fast ausnahmslos

uniformierte,

synchronisierte,

gleichgeschaltete

und auf Konsum gedrillte Schafe -

ein dummstolzes Kaff,

Hochburg des schlechten Geschmacks und Benehmens,

das sich selbst - in völlig verkehrter Selbstwahrnehmung -

zur "Weltstadt mit Herz" emporgehoben hat und gesetzt den Fall,

eine neue kackbraune Bewegung formiert sich,

wird diese erneut ihren Ursprung in München,

der Hauptstadt jeder hirnverbrannten Bewegung,

also...

im "Frei"-Staat Bayern haben...






Sollte ich verschwinden und die Zeitung nicht erscheinen,

trinkns a Weissbier auf Ludwig "Gustl" den II.


Nachtrag 02. März 2020:

Ja, ich bin nun tatsächlich für einige Zeit verschwunden...


Nachdem ich im November und Dezember 2019 Kontakt mit der Polizeistation 12, Türkenstr. 20, den Kriminalkommissariaten 25, 75 und 76 in der Tegernseer Landstr., dem Landeskrimanalamt (LKA), Frau Effner vom Amtsgericht in der Pacellistr. der Staatsanwältin Frau Geislberger, der Generalstaatsanwältin Frau Fenzl und mit einem Richter am Amtsgericht Kontakt hatte und man mir jeweils geraten hat,

mich zu "zügeln" - 

in der Folgzeit alle meine emails-Accounts mysteriöserweise gehackt wurden,

raten Sie,

man hat nichts gefunden - 

haben 6 Beamte der Polizeiinspektion 42 Neuhausen,

Landshuter Allee,

am 18. Januar 2020 gegen 09:30 Uhr meine Wohnungstür am Romanplatz 9,

80639 München, 3. Stock aufgebrochen,

-mich überwältigt -

während ich,

da ich auch Sänger bin,

"Fly Me To The Moon" gesungen habe -

mir Handschellen angelegt,

unter den staunenden Blicken meiner Nachbarn und der einkaufenenden Bevölkerung am Romanplatz ins P42 gefahren,

dort unter Leitung des Beamten Plenert "vernommen" und dann in in die geschlossene Psychatrie Isar Amper Klinikum München-Ost,

Vockestr. 72,

Gebäude 56.E1,

85540 Haar gebracht.


Am 21.01.2020,

zufälligerweise mein 45. Geburtstag,

habe ich ins "Krankenhaus" den Beschluss eines sogenannetn Richters über meinen Freiheitsentzug bis zum 28.02.2020 erhalten.

Dort hat man mir mitgeteilt,

dass mehrere Anzeigen gegen mich erstattet wurden:


- wegen Rufmord gegen mehrere mir nicht namentlich genannte Personen


und


- wegen Körperverletzung gegen meinen Mutter und meinen Vater,

meine Schuhe wurden konfisziert,

vermutlich,

um Sie irgendwie zu manipulieren,

ich habe diese Schuhe bis zum heutigen Tag nicht zurückerhalten, 

seis drum...



Beides völliger Käse - ich habe meinen 82-jährigen Vater, eigentlich ist er mein Stiefvater, Miroslav Nedic,


...Dave...

...first...

...stop wearin'...

...those ugly...

...Dave...

...you ever got'cha your body measured...

...well, go back to home...

...come back...

...lata'...


geboren am 15.08.1937 von Mitte Juni 2019 bis zu besagtem 18. Januar 2020 gepflegt, mitunter Pflegeeinstufung beim MDK Bayern beantragt, wir waren gemeinsam 9x in diversenKrankenhäusern wegen:

- zwei Herzoperationen in der Herzklink Dr. Müller in Thalkirchen wo ihm mehrere Stents eingesetzt wurden

- chronischer Niereninsuffizienz

- Blasentumor, operativ entfernt im Krankenhaus Barmherzige Brüder, Romanstr. 93, 80639 München

- 8 völlig verfaulten Zahnwurzeln, entfernt von Dr. Bernd Kottmann, Menzinger Str.

- Prostataverhärtung

- hypertensiven Entgleisungen und regelmäßigen Synkopen (Ohnmachtsanfälle)

- kardialer Speicherkrankheit

- Blutungen im Darm

- Teerstuhl

- extrem weit fortgeschrittener Grauer Star, Sehkraft auf dem rechten Auge 5%, linkes Auge 60%

- 20% Hörfähigkeit auf dem rechten Ohr, jetzt hat er ein Hörgerät der Firma Seifert Hörgeräte


So, nachdem man also nun in der Psychatrie in Haar versucht hat, z.B. indem man alle meine Unterlagen und Sachen weggesperrt hat, und mich der Wachdienst FSD, genauer gesagt zwei Beamte mit schusssicheren Westen und Schlagstöcken einschüchtern sollte und man mir gedroht hat, mich in die Foresische Abteilung zu verfrachten,

mir erneut "vermittelt",

dass ich auf gut Deutsch gesagt, die Fresse halten soll,

habe ich die sechs Wochen in Haar abgesessen,

sämtliche Medikation jeweils ausgespuckt,

da ich nicht paranoid schizophren bin,

man mir in der Zwischenzeit nichts nachweisen konnte,

bin ich am 28.02.2020 entlassen worden,

habe nun,

nachdem ich in München bzw. Bayern ohne Anhaltspunkt 2x ins Gefängnis und 4x in die Psychatrie gesteckt wurde,

die wenigen materiellen Dinge, 

die ich noch besitze,

gepackt,

und habe ohne Umschweife,

ohne auch nur noch ein unnötiges Wort im "Freistaat" Bayern zu verlieren,

meine Heimat -

ich bin als Vladimir Stoiljkovic am 21.01.1975 in der Mozartstr. in München geboren -

verlassen.


Jetzt lebe ich wieder in Berlin - hier habe ich schon von Juni 2010 bis Dezember 2012 gelebt -


bin unter anderem Sänger, Autor, Schauspieler, Kabarettist, Komponist, Tänzer und Radiomacher des "Radio Cordial",

Geschäftsführer zweier Unternehmen,

Gründer einer Stiftung, die sich für Menschen in Not einsetzt,

Herausgeber der Freien Münchner Allgemeinen

und vor allem ein Idiot,

der hofft,

jetzt in Berlin etwas Frieden zu finden...


...Prost,

Chin-Chin,

Wohl bekomm's...


...mein Künstlername ist Vladimir Corday (www.vladimir-corday.com).



Nachtrag - 05. März 2020:


...abschließend möchte ich nun aber doch noch etwas sagen:


Eigentlich interessiere ich mich nicht für Politik,

seit dem Sommer 2008 habe ich weder eine Zeitung gelesen,

den Fernseher angeschaltet und nutze,

wie mein Therapeut Wolfgang Hering es stets nannte - das "Internetz"

und "elektronische Post",

nur um ab und zu eine eben solche zu empfangen oder zu versenden,

seis drum,

der Schriftsteller Herbert Achternbusch sagte einmal:

"Ich bleibe in Bayern, bis die es merken..." -

nachdem ich nun aber in Bayern zwei Mail hinter schwedischen Gardinen

und vier Mal in der geschlossenen Psychiatrie residieren durfte,

ob meines zerzausten Haupthaares wurde ich schon als Ludwig,

Balkan-Beckenbauer oder Serbenkaiser verunglimpft,

ich zum 45. Geburtstag handgezählt und in Zahhlen exakt einen Anruf (einer Ost-Berliner)

und ein Schreiben der Generalstaatsanwaltschaft

zur Zwangsverwahrung erhalten habe,

reicht's ma jetzt...

wie heißts so schön in Bayern:


Sag zum Abschied leise Servus...

...da ich aber ein Jugo-Kanake bin,

verbleibe ich mit:


Ajde,

popusite mi kurac,

idite u picku materinu,

anders g'sagt,

rutscht's ma'n Buckel obe,

und leckt's mich an meinem völlig verhaarten Arsch...


...ach ja,

und fortan wird unter radio-cordial.com

um 05:45 Uhr

von irgendeinem Fleck auf dieser Erde...

zurückgeschissen...


...wait, a minute...

live...

from Frankfurt am Main,

right there in the heart of...

...tief im Westen,

wo nur die Ko-oo-ohle,

halt ma',

ääh,

ich muss,

ah,

kacken,

Flugzeuge in meinem...,

aaaah,

und die Sonne sich nun als Mond versteht,

it's,

wo is'n das Klopapier...,

at shortly after 1:01am CET,

the mornin' show,

cuz' dem birds start chirrrpin' in about an hour or so,

with,

hold on,

from...not the Ritz-Carlton...

but the cheapest and dirtiest place in town,

the Carlton Hotel,

Karlstr. 11,

60239 Frankfurt,

it's...

who cares....


...whatever...


...after havin' a mighty good time today,

cursin' out Niggas, Japs, Chinks, Nazis, 

Serbs, Croatians, Bosniaks,

Spaghettis, Frog Eaters and myself,

you get the idea,

I'm back in my...

...my 108 not for sale just rent,

where rooms are for 37 Euros - about 42 bucks - to let,

and I still have got some cigarettes...

no nuttin',

no crap,

and sure no pets,

...

...king of the...,

king...

my ass,

...,