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sich......zum glück surf ich gerade privat auf einem gesponserten notebook von "hard work"
schnorri will mich nicht als freund und zombi17 sagt ich hätte keine freunde.
na sowas, was nun?
na sowas, was nun?
Ich arbeite auch garantiert nicht mehr als 4 Stunden am Tag (bin doch kein
Rechenknecht), will heißen: habe immer Zeit für ausgedehnte Mittagessen?
Es ist schoen , daß sich manche Leute scheinbat GERNE ihr
eigenes Grab schaufeln wolln, obwohl es schon laengst aus-
gehoben wurde, aber ein einzelnes ZITAT wie o.g. passt besti
mmt noch mit den den Sarg!!
Nochmals ALLERBESTE Grueße vom SIEGER
PS: Den besten Humor beweisen immer diejenigen, die eh schon
mit dem Ruecken zur Wand stehn!!
Rechenknecht), will heißen: habe immer Zeit für ausgedehnte Mittagessen?
Es ist schoen , daß sich manche Leute scheinbat GERNE ihr
eigenes Grab schaufeln wolln, obwohl es schon laengst aus-
gehoben wurde, aber ein einzelnes ZITAT wie o.g. passt besti
mmt noch mit den den Sarg!!
Nochmals ALLERBESTE Grueße vom SIEGER
PS: Den besten Humor beweisen immer diejenigen, die eh schon
mit dem Ruecken zur Wand stehn!!
Mein DAD koennte auch dir noch beibringen, daß HARTE ARBEIT sich noch LOHNT.
BEAMTE sind nämlich nichts mehr gewohnt!
BEAMTE sind nämlich nichts mehr gewohnt!
vergesst euren besten aller freund nicht, auf mich ist mehr als 110% verlass wenns ums mittagessen geht.
Wer zuletzt lacht, hat es nicht eher begriffen.
Wer zuletzt lacht, hat es nicht eher begriffen.
Schwarzgeldkoffer für Kasachstan, gefüllt mit 500 000 US $, den ich im Oktober abgeben muß?
Einfach behalten (immerhin existiert das Geld nicht, und wenn ich rausgeworfen werde: wer will was verlangen, wenn ich nicht mehr dahinfliegen kann?)? Oder der PDS spenden?
Einfach behalten (immerhin existiert das Geld nicht, und wenn ich rausgeworfen werde: wer will was verlangen, wenn ich nicht mehr dahinfliegen kann?)? Oder der PDS spenden?
mitstreiten.
hehe ihr da ich will auch über 500.000 lire mitreden
hehe ihr da ich will auch über 500.000 lire mitreden
der ist zwar zu allem fähig, aber zu nichts zu gebrauchen *g
ich würde es an deiner stelle nicht behalten....aber für 500.000 dollar würd ich mich (an meiner stelle) überreden lassen ein konto zu eröffnen und auch sorge dafür tragen, dass keine geldwäscher-leuchte dahinterkommt.
ich würde es an deiner stelle nicht behalten....aber für 500.000 dollar würd ich mich (an meiner stelle) überreden lassen ein konto zu eröffnen und auch sorge dafür tragen, dass keine geldwäscher-leuchte dahinterkommt.
Surprise or not surprise, -isch habe es gewusst
stehst du bis zur hüfte in der schei...
jaja wer es mit einem SIEGER nicht kann, dem wird schlimmes blühen.
bald wirst auch du deinem nick alle ehre machen *ggg
jaja wer es mit einem SIEGER nicht kann, dem wird schlimmes blühen.
bald wirst auch du deinem nick alle ehre machen *ggg
die ehre eines SIEGERs wieder herstellen wirst, und denk jetzt blos nicht das wäre mit geld regelbar.....das verlangt nach.......
naja, ich lass mich überraschen
naja, ich lass mich überraschen
Five score years ago, a great Kieler, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the ariva Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of potential investors who had been seared in the flames of withering Sparbuch-injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.
But five years later, we must face the tragic fact that the arivaner is still not free. Five years later, the life of the arivaner is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. Five years later, the arivaner lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. Five years later, the arivaner is still languishing in the corners of stock exchange society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the declaration of Forumsregeln, they were signing a promissory note to which every arivaner was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that ariva has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her adherents of poverty are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, ariva has given the arivan people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind ariva of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the arivaner. This sweltering summer of the arivaner's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. 2002 is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the arivaner needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in ariva until the arivaner is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the arivaners basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a arivaner in Bavaria cannot vote and a arivaner in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the ariva dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all stocks are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Frankfurt the sons of former investors and the sons of former investees will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Hessen, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the investments of their portfolio but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day the state of Hessen, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little arivaners will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
But five years later, we must face the tragic fact that the arivaner is still not free. Five years later, the life of the arivaner is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. Five years later, the arivaner lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. Five years later, the arivaner is still languishing in the corners of stock exchange society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the declaration of Forumsregeln, they were signing a promissory note to which every arivaner was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that ariva has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her adherents of poverty are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, ariva has given the arivan people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind ariva of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the arivaner. This sweltering summer of the arivaner's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. 2002 is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the arivaner needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in ariva until the arivaner is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the arivaners basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a arivaner in Bavaria cannot vote and a arivaner in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the ariva dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all stocks are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Frankfurt the sons of former investors and the sons of former investees will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Hessen, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the investments of their portfolio but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day the state of Hessen, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little arivaners will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
Delivered on the steps at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C. on August 28, 1963
schreckst auch vor nix zurück
(shoolgirl ist nicht schoolgirl)
eines echten Siegers muß man schon mit den dicksten Weihnachtsgeschenken auffahren.
Was kann man mehr tun?
Ich kniee nieder in ehrfurchtsvoller Ergebung gegenüber Sieger, dem einzigen und wahren ... (was eigentlich, bitte um Meinungen?) ...
Was kann man mehr tun?
Ich kniee nieder in ehrfurchtsvoller Ergebung gegenüber Sieger, dem einzigen und wahren ... (was eigentlich, bitte um Meinungen?) ...
weder schoolgirl noch jessyfan sind Sieger, völlig anderer Stil,
die spielen nur mit dir
die spielen nur mit dir
Jetzt stürzt du aber ein paar Arivaner in eine Glaubenskrise.....
bitte das Neuposting beachten ... es heißt "An Sieger, Teil 2"
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