North Korean missile used in Russia's Kyiv attack contained US components, Zelensky says

So i will take that as a no. :abgg2q.jpg: any information what Von Der liars family did in WW2 her Dad or Grandfather or has that been covered up?

You listen to yourselve and understand yourselve. Exclusively. Your only problem: You are Putin - a living undead. But where are you on your own?

And unfortunatelly you do not live any longer in fear of us Germans. I hope we do not have to teach you fear again - but if we will have to do so then I hope also we will do it effectively. "Happy nightmares", Russian.

Ursula von der Leyen is by the way not her father and/or grandfather. Anyway I think this had been honorable men. Why should they not had been honorable? Because you are a Russian or US-Russian and slave of Putin who tries to justify a totally stupid, senseless and criminal organized mass murder on Ukrainians who he not knows and who never had done something bad to him?

What do you see when you take a look into a mirror? ¿Nothing? If so I would not be astonished.
 
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You should be advocating for Euopeans to kick the US out of nato. Not whining to Americans about how bad Americans are.

Eh? It's totally unimportant for me how bad are US-Americans, US-Russian. I am no US-American. I'm a German. We are wonderful nice people.

 
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Eh? It's totally unimportant for me how bad US-Americans are, US-Russian. I am no US-American.


You clearly hate us and have nothing but contempt for US. And if what we hear in the media is anything like reality, this is common in Europe.

So, the fact that Europe depends on US for their defense, and trade, while being so... whiny, is not good.


If you feel you are better than US, then stand on our own two feet and let US put some distance between the two continents.


Perhaps we will get along better, when we have less interaction.
 

North Korean missile used in Russia's Kyiv attack​


Great to see Russia and north Korea co-operating to help perfect the little people's missile defence capability should those beastly Americans attack them .

And of course once you are fighting , anything goes .

Trust those rotten Ukey Nazi Azov brigades are not whining and bleating again .
Strange they should express a preference to be blown to pieces only by a 100% Russian missile.
Smacks of Racism on the battlefield .


:cool:
 
You listen to yourselve and understand yourselve. Exclusively. Your only problem: You are Putin - a living undead. But where are you on your own?

And unfortunatelly you do not live any longer in fear of us Germans. I hope we do not have to teach you fear again - but if we will have to do so then I hope also we will do it effectively. "Happy nightmares", Russian.

Ursula von der Leyen is by the way not her father and/or grandfather. Anyway I think this had been honorable men. Why should they not had been honorable? Because you are a Russian or US-Russian and slave of Putin who tries to justify a totally stupid, senseless and criminal organized mass murder on Ukrainians who he not knows and who never had done something bad to him?

What do you see when you take a look into a mirror? ¿Nothing? If so I would not be astonished.
I don't fear German Nazis just as my Dad didn't in the war when he took part in chasing you bastards out of occupied Europe, i asked what Frau Genocides Dad and Grandad did in the War? were they in the SS?
 
If you should not know: You and your master Putin are criminal mass murderers, slave of Putin. You are not only directly on the way to hell - you and Putin are hell.



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Froh wie seine Sonnen fliegen
durch des Himmels prächtigen Plan,
laufet Brüder, eure Bahn,
freudig wie ein Held zum Siegen!
=
Happy as His suns fly
through heaven's glorious plan,
run your course, brothers,
joyful as a hero to victory!
-----
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Freude, schöner Götterfunken,
Tochter aus Elysium!
Wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlische, Dein Heiligtum.
Deine Zauber binden wieder,
was die Mode streng geteilt,
alle Menschen werden Brüder,
wo Dein sanfter Flügel weilt.
=
Joy, beautiful spark of the gods,
Daughter of Elysium!
We enter drunk with fire,
Heavenly One, your sanctuary.
Your spells bind again,
what fashion has severely divided,
all men become brothers,
where your gentle wing dwells.
-----
-----
Eine heitre Abschiedsstunde!
Süßen Schlaf im Leichentuch!
Brüder – einen sanften Spruch
Aus des Totenrichters Munde!
=
A cheerful farewell hour!
Sweet sleep in the shroud!
Brothers - a gentle saying
From the mouth of the judge of the dead!
-----

You should change the Anthem to this which would be more apt these days.
 
You clearly hate us

¿us? "Us Russians" or US-Russians? "Hate" is the wrong word for my amazement at how stupid people are who support a cruel war and allow themselves to be remote-controlled by tyrants and talk absurd nonsense.

By the way: A German tradition is it that we kill our enemies if necessary to do so - but we don't hate them.


and have nothing but contempt for US.

Yes and no. One of my professors told us in the wonderful language of Friedrich Schiller something where I thought he will call the police in the end - but he ended: "Da stand ich dann mit dem Gefühl der Erhabenheit auf der anderen Straßenseite fern von diesem Pöbel und mein Taxi kam. Liebe werte Freunde: Ich habe und ich bin! Ihr hingegen müsst erst noch werden!" = “Then, with a feeling of grandeur, I stood on the other side of the street, far away from the mob, and my cab came. Dear worthful friends: I have and I am! You, on the other hand, have yet to become!”

And if what we hear in the media is anything like reality, this is common in Europe.

So, the fact that Europe depends on US for their defense, and trade, while being so... whiny, is not good.

If you feel you are better than US, then stand on our own two feet and let US put some distance between the two continents.

Perhaps we will get along better, when we have less interaction.

Die Zukunft war früher auch besser.
Karl Valentin
The future used to be in former times better too.



Trees have always been the most powerful preachers for me.
I revere them when they live in nations and families, in forests and groves. And I revere them even more when they stand alone. They are like lonely people. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, lonely people, like Beethoven and Nietzsche.

The world rustles in their treetops, their roots rest in the infinite; but they do not lose themselves in it, but strive with all the strength of their lives for only one thing: to fulfill their own law that dwells within them, to develop their own form, to present themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree ...


...

... A tree speaks: there is a core, a spark, a thought hidden within me, I am life from eternal life. Unique is the attempt and the throw, that the eternal mother has dared to make with me, unique is my form and the vein of my skin, unique is the smallest leaf play of my top and the smallest scar on my bark. It is my office to shape and show the eternal in the distinctly unique and to show it.

A tree speaks: My strength is trust. I know nothing of my fathers, I know nothing of the thousand children that grow from me every year. I live the secret of my seed to the end, nothing else is my concern. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my task is holy and I live from this trust.

When we are sad and can no longer bear life well, then a tree can speak to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. These are children's thoughts. Let God speak in you and they will be silent.

You are afraid because your path leads you away from your mother and home. But every step and every day leads you anew towards your mother. Home is not here or there. Home is inside you, or nowhere.

My heart tugs when I hear trees rustling in the wind in the evening. If you listen quietly and for a long time, the longing to wander also reveals its core and meaning. It is not a desire to run away from suffering, as it seemed.

It is a longing for home, for a mother's memory, for new parables of life. It leads home. Every path leads home, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother ...


...

... Anyone who has learned to listen to trees no longer desires to be a tree. He desires nothing more than to be what he is. That is home. That is happiness.
 
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¿us? "Us Russians" or US-Russians? "Hate" is the wrong wrod for my amazement at how stupid people are who support a cruel war and allow themselves to be remote-controlled by tyrants and talk absurd nonsense.

By the way: A German tradition is it that we kill our enemies if necessarry to do so - but we don't hate them.




Yes and no. One of my professors told us in the wonderful language of Friedrich Schiller something where I thought he will call the police in the end - but he ended: "Da stand dann mit dem Gefühl der Erhabenheit auf der anderen Straßeneiste fern von diesem Pöbel und mein Taxi kam. Liebe werte Freunde: Ich habe und ich bin! Ihr hingegen müsst erst noch werden!" = “Then, with a feeling of grandeur, I stood on the other side of the street, far away from the mob, and my cab came. Dear worthy friends: I have and I am! You, on the other hand, have yet to become!”



Die Zukunft war früher auch besser.

Karl Valentin
The future used to be in former times better too.


You clearly hate US, yet depend on US for defense and trade.

That is not good. Such a conflict has to be eating away at you, on some level.


Any real man, would not be dependant on someone, that they do not respect.


Time to end nato. You have convinced me. I was neutral on that idea, until just today. YOu and Tommy Taint, have convinced me, it is time to end it.
 
I don't fear German Nazis just as my Dad didn't in the war ...

If your Dad was a Russian soldier during World War 2 then he had to live in fear of two people: Hitler and Stalin - otherwise he had been an idiot.

 
You should change the Anthem to this which would be more apt these days.


I never heard this song and because of you I will not start now to change anything in this fact. Nazis as well as Stalinists and I live in different universes.
 
Never heard it :auiqs.jpg:

Exactly. I never heard it. I have not to know everything. Why do you think is it important to know the Horst Wessel song? On reason of a racist anti-German political propaganda for idiots? Undear idiot mine: World War 2 had been a Sunday afternoon walk. You don't have the slightest idea what you're trying to conjure up - until it catches you.

 
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Exactly. I never heard it. I have not to know everything. Why do you think is it important to know the Horst Wessel song? On reason of a racist anti-German political propaganda for idiots? Undear idiot mine: World War 2 had been a Sunday afternoon walk. You don't have the slightest idea what you're trying to conjure up - until it catches you.


any update on this story ? ISIS 🇷🇺 with snow (moscovia's) terror exports on full display again....

 
You clearly hate US, yet depend on US for defense and trade.

That is not good. Such a conflict has to be eating away at you, on some level.


Any real man, would not be dependant on someone, that they do not respect.


Time to end nato. You have convinced me. I was neutral on that idea, until just today. YOu and Tommy Taint, have convinced me, it is time to end it.

You know on your own that you babble, Russian or US-Russian. The USA left the NATO and likes the same time to lead it. Russia destroyed the Soviet empire and likes the same time to live in it. You are convinced from everything and nothing the same time while you also stir up and drink the muddy water of your own lethal propaganda and get drunk on it. The only question is simple: to live or not to live. And if you don't want to let others live, you don't live. What should a living undead who thinks he has nothing to lose really be convinced of?



How all occasions do inform against me
And spur my dull revenge. What is a man
If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more.
Sure He that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and godlike reason
To fust in us unused. Now whether it be
Bestial oblivion or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on th’ event
(A thought which, quartered, hath but one part
wisdom
And ever three parts coward), I do not know
Why yet I live to say “This thing’s to do,”
Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means
To do ’t. Examples gross as Earth exhort me:
Witness this army of such mass and charge,
Led by a delicate and tender prince,
Whose spirit with divine ambition puffed
Makes mouths at the invisible event,
Exposing what is mortal and unsure
To all that fortune, death, and danger dare,
Even for an eggshell. Rightly to be great
Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honor’s at the stake. How stand I, then,
That have a father killed, a mother stained,
Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep, while to my shame I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men
That for a fantasy and trick of fame
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough and continent
To hide the slain? O, from this time forth
My thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth!
 
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You know on your own that you babble, Russian or US-Russian. The USA left the NATO and likes the same time to lead it. Russia destroyed the Soviet empire and likes the same time to live in it. You are convinced from everything and nothing the same time while you also stir up and drink the muddy water of your own lethal propaganda and get drunk on it. The only question is simple: to live or not to live. And if you don't want to let others live, you don't live. What should a living undead who thinks he has nothing to lose really be convinced of?



How all occasions do inform against me
And spur my dull revenge. What is a man
If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more.
Sure He that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and godlike reason
To fust in us unused. Now whether it be
Bestial oblivion or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on th’ event
(A thought which, quartered, hath but one part
wisdom
And ever three parts coward), I do not know
Why yet I live to say “This thing’s to do,”
Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means
To do ’t. Examples gross as Earth exhort me:
Witness this army of such mass and charge,
Led by a delicate and tender prince,
Whose spirit with divine ambition puffed
Makes mouths at the invisible event,
Exposing what is mortal and unsure
To all that fortune, death, and danger dare,
Even for an eggshell. Rightly to be great
Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honor’s at the stake. How stand I, then,
That have a father killed, a mother stained,
Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep, while to my shame I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men
That for a fantasy and trick of fame
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough and continent
To hide the slain? O, from this time forth
My thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth!




The agony of the world, people screaming, the collapse of great ideas...
Prints step a Legion of faceless, long-forgotten people!
Vain hopes living in a world that will be able to hold us back,
A hundredfold of dying under the banner of the Lord of death could not!

We left pine boxes - we carry the death of worlds!
And our dead drummer on the drum all!

I consist of semidaily five hundred six bones,
Have a lot of money and informed of all the news!
my old corporal said once, when I was headed clear
Are you in the tactics of the dead singer battles, the strategy you Messire!

And once again, we left pine boxes - we carry the death of worlds!
And our dead drummer on the drum all!

I know for me from their dwellings observes my Lord,
But we are too few, too many enemies...
And now I have one!
But remembering about us and our troubles, he wearily shake his head,
Over the horizon the undead rise again and rush into battle!

And once again, we left pine boxes - we carry the death of worlds!
And our dead drummer on the drum all!
And once again, we left pine boxes - we carry the death of worlds!
And our dead drummer on the drum all!


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And yes, if you want to join The Immortal Regiment March by yourself - it'll be started at May 9, 11-00 near Brandenburg Gate in Berlin.
 
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You know on your own that you babble, Russian or US-Russian. The USA left the NATO and likes the same time to lead it. Russia destroyed the Soviet empire and likes the same time to live in it. You are convinced from everything and nothing the same time while you also stir up and drink the muddy water of your own lethal propaganda and get drunk on it. The only question is simple: to live or not to live. And if you don't want to let others live, you don't live. What should a living undead who thinks he has nothing to lose really be convinced of?



How all occasions do inform against me
And spur my dull revenge. What is a man
If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more.
Sure He that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and godlike reason
To fust in us unused. Now whether it be
Bestial oblivion or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on th’ event
(A thought which, quartered, hath but one part
wisdom
And ever three parts coward), I do not know
Why yet I live to say “This thing’s to do,”
Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means
To do ’t. Examples gross as Earth exhort me:
Witness this army of such mass and charge,
Led by a delicate and tender prince,
Whose spirit with divine ambition puffed
Makes mouths at the invisible event,
Exposing what is mortal and unsure
To all that fortune, death, and danger dare,
Even for an eggshell. Rightly to be great
Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honor’s at the stake. How stand I, then,
That have a father killed, a mother stained,
Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep, while to my shame I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men
That for a fantasy and trick of fame
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough and continent
To hide the slain? O, from this time forth
My thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth!



That made no sense. My point stands. YOu do nothing but whine about how much you don't like us, yet you are dependent on US.
 
That made no sense. My point stands.

Where stands what kind of "your" point, propagandist of nonsense, bullshit and Till Eulenspiegel?

YOu do nothing but whine about how much you don't like us,

Germany loved the USA since the USA is existing. I never said anything else - although you have an absurd, idiotic and weird history. But whatelese to expect from our absurd, stupid and weird children and grandchildren?

yet you are dependent on US.

Because I speak English with you, baby? Today I spoke Wheeow with a cat and Wowwow with my dog. For sure I love cats and maybe I depend on my dogs. No reason for me to ask god to let rain cats and dogs over the USA, fake-Noah. Best greetings to your president Donald Hotzenplotz.

 
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The agony of the world, people screaming, the collapse of great ideas...
Prints step a Legion of faceless, long-forgotten people!
Vain hopes living in a world that will be able to hold us back,
A hundredfold of dying under the banner of the Lord of death could not!

We left pine boxes - we carry the death of worlds!
And our dead drummer on the drum all!

I consist of semidaily five hundred six bones,
Have a lot of money and informed of all the news!
my old corporal said once, when I was headed clear
Are you in the tactics of the dead singer battles, the strategy you Messire!

And once again, we left pine boxes - we carry the death of worlds!
And our dead drummer on the drum all!

I know for me from their dwellings observes my Lord,
But we are too few, too many enemies...
And now I have one!
But remembering about us and our troubles, he wearily shake his head,
Over the horizon the undead rise again and rush into battle!

And once again, we left pine boxes - we carry the death of worlds!
And our dead drummer on the drum all!
And once again, we left pine boxes - we carry the death of worlds!
And our dead drummer on the drum all!


-------

And yes, if you want to join The Immortal Regiment March by yourself - it'll be started at May 9, 11-00 near Brandenburg Gate in Berlin.


Makes it any sense what you say here? As far as I can see this is only a totally empty kind of horror story for idiots. What do you like to say with it? That everyone has to live in fear of Putin? Sure everyone has to live in fear of Putin. That's why he may to be no longer.
 
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little bits of US tech were found

Has anyone asked Tony Stark?

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