Sic famous Germans

[zaangalewa]

Yeah, Luther was the REASON for the 30 years war. I didn't say he started it.

1419 - First Defenestration of Prague - Start of the Hussite Wars
1517 - No Defenestration of Prague - Start of no wars
1618 - Second Defenestration of Prague - Start of the Thirty Years' War

How do you explain this? What about the idea Martin Luther avoided a Defenestration of Prague - and so no war did happen? ¿How to know?

1675 - 2025:


Ave Maria, gentle one,
you noble rose garden,
lily white, without blemish,
I greet you at this hour
with Gabriel's words:
Hail, you who are full of grace.

You, Mary, pure and beautiful,
carried the Son of the Most High
in your chaste womb,
Jesus Christ, the Savior,
who is our redeemer
from all sin and all harm.

For after the Fall,
we were all cast out
and were to be lost forever.
Then you, pure maiden,
as foretold,
gave birth to God's Son for our salvation.

Therefore, O gentle Mother,
commend us to your Child,
ask that He forgive our sins,
and finally, after this suffering,
grant us eternal heavenly joy
through you, Mary.

 

[zaangalewa]

you know a lot about Germany!
how come?

How comes that you think you know a lot about the history of Germany when you hear the same prejudices you learned from whomever in whatever form?

 

[westwall]

1419 - First Defenestration of Prague - Start of the Hussite Wars
1517 - No Defenestration of Prague - Start of no wars
1618 - Second Defenestration of Prague - Start of the Thirty Years' War

How do you explain this? What about the idea Martin Luther avoided a Defenestration of Prague - and so no war did happen? ¿How to know?

1675 - 2025:


Ave Maria, gentle one,
you noble rose garden,
lily white, without blemish,
I greet you at this hour
with Gabriel's words:
Hail, you who are full of grace.

You, Mary, pure and beautiful,
carried the Son of the Most High
in your chaste womb,
Jesus Christ, the Savior,
who is our redeemer
from all sin and all harm.

For after the Fall,
we were all cast out
and were to be lost forever.
Then you, pure maiden,
as foretold,
gave birth to God's Son for our salvation.

Therefore, O gentle Mother,
commend us to your Child,
ask that He forgive our sins,
and finally, after this suffering,
grant us eternal heavenly joy
through you, Mary.

What was the reason for the 30 years war....

 

[zaangalewa]

What was the reason for the 30 years war....

Is this a question or whatelse do you like to say with this sentence? Counterquestion: Do you happen to know what Johannes Kepler said about this – the Protestant and scientific genius who, at that time, only ever worked for Catholics?

 

[westwall]

Is this a question or whatelse do you like to say with this sentence? Counterquestion: Do you happen to know what Johannes Kepler said about this – the Protestant and scientific genius who, at that time, only ever worked for Catholics?

Said about what? He confined his statements to scientific matters.

 

[Admiral Rockwell Tory]

My answer isn't listed but I support my liberal friends who without doubt believe Karl Marx was the greatest German!

He is only slightly ahead of his sister Onya, who is never getting credit in track and field for inventing the starter's pistol!

 

[zaangalewa]

Said about what? He confined his statements to scientific matters.

What a luck that he not lived in this time of history - but you do. World War 2 was a sunday afternoon walk compared with the Thirty Years War and the winners of World War 2 like the idea everyone thinks their narratives are right and bomb their narrartives since decades into all available brains. Result: Only 80 years after Hiroshima and Nagasaki Russia, China and the USA are proud to increase their nuclear overkill.

Krieg ist nicht mehr möglich
Der Dreißigjährige Krieg / The Thirty Years War
War has become impossible



Grim Death with his arrow
Aims at life,
He shoots his bow with haste
And does not play around;
Life fades away
Like smoke in the wind,
No flesh can escape him,
No goods or treasures
Find a place with Death.
You must go with him.

No one on earth can tell us
When we must depart,
When death comes and knocks,
We must open the door for him.
He takes by force
Young and old,
He fears no one
The king's sceptre
He soon breaks off
And leads him to the ranks

Perhaps today is the last day
That you have left to live.
O man, do not despise what I say.
You should strive for virtue.
How many men
Will have to die,
Yet still hope for many years,
And yet today,
Because the sun still shines,
Must descend into hell.

He who wrote this little song,
Sang it anew,
He who often contemplated death,
And ultimately struggled with it.
Now lies in the hollow
It does him good
Deep in the earth, hidden
Look to your affairs
You must come after
Be it today or tomorrow

 

[westwall]

What a luck that he not lived in this time of history - but you do. World War 2 was a sunday afternoon walk compared with the Thirty Years War and since decades the winners of world war 2 like the idea everyone thinks their narratives are right and bomb their narrartives since deacdes into all available brains. Result: Only 80 years after Hieroshima and Nagasaki Russia, China and the USA are proud to increase their nucelar overkill.

Krieg ist nicht mehr möglich
Der Dreißigjhährige Krieg / The Thirty Years War
War has become impossible



Der grimmig Tod mit seinem Pfeil
Tut nach dem Leben zielen,
Sein Bogen schießt er ab mit Eil
Und läßt mit sich nit spielen;
Das Leben schwind´t
Wie Rauch im Wind,
Kein Fleisch mag ihm entrinnen,
Kein Gut noch Schatz
Beim Tod find´t Platz
Du mußt mit ihm von hinnen.

Kein Mensch auf Erd uns sagen kann,
Wann wir von hinnen müssen,
Wann kommt der Tod und klopfet an,
So muß man ihm aufschließen.
Er nimmt mit G'walt
Hin Jung und Alt,
Tut sich vor niemand scheuen
Des Königs Stab
Bricht er bald ab
Und führt ihn an, den Reihen

Vielleicht ist heut der letzte Tag
Den du noch hast zu leben
O Mensch veracht nicht was ich sag
Nach Tugend sollst du streben
Wie mancher Mann
Wird müssen dran
So hofft noch viel der Jahren
Und muß doch heint
Weil d´Sonn noch scheint
Zur Höll hinunter fahren

Der dieses Liedlein hat gemacht
Von neuem hat gesungen,
Der hat gar oft den Tod betracht
Und letztlich mit ihm g´rungen.
Liegt jetzt im Hohl
Es tut ihm wohl
Tief in der Erd verborgen
Sieh auf dein Sach
Du mußt hernach
Es sei heut oder morgen

Sadly war is never impossible. The only thing that changes are the tools used.

 

[zaangalewa]

Sadly war is never impossible. The only thing that changes are the tools used.

Superidiot - speak with other idiots and not with me any longer. I'm tired of the absurd gnomes of the beginning 21st century.

 

[westwall]

Superidiot - speak with other idiots and not with me any longer. I'm tired of the absurd gnomes of the beginning 21st century.

Feel free to flee. Arrogant jackasses, such as yourself, are doomed to repeat the same mistakes.

That's what arrogance begets.

Ta ta!

 

[zaangalewa]

Feel free to flee. ...

Frag Dich lieber mal warum es Idioten wie dich gibt die nicht eher ruhen bis sich irgendwer ein Maschinengewehr schnappt, um sie über den Haufen zu schießen.
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You should ask yourself why there are idiots like you who won't rest until someone grabs a machine gun and shoots them down.

 

[westwall]

Frag Dich lieber mal warum es Idioten wie dich gibt die nicht eher ruhen bis sich irgendwer einMehscinegegwhr schnappt, um sie übver den Haufen zu schießen.
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You should ask yourself why there are idiots like you who won't rest until someone grabs a machine gun and shoots them down.

Oh, you silly child, I have my own machine guns. Maybe you should pick on someone more weak than me.

You wouldn't last long against me.

 

[zaangalewa]

Oh, you silly child, I have my own machine guns. ...

And a corresponding penis to **** the barrel every day and get little cartridge babies? US-Americans love guns and to ****, isn't it? That's what your world turns around.

 

[westwall]

And a corresponding penis to **** the barrel every day and get little cartridge babies? US-Americans love guns and to ****, isn't it? That's what your world turns around.

Your problem is you aren't a man. You're a cuck. You have no idea what it is like to be free.

Enjoy the islamist takeover of your country.

You wimps are being conquered without a fight.

Pathetic.

 

[zaangalewa]

Your problem is you aren't a man. You're a cuck. You have no idea what it is like to be free.

Enjoy the islamist takeover of your country.

You wimps are being conquered without a fight.

Pathetic.

Du hast null und gar keine Ahnung mit wem Du sprichst, aber Du bist allwissend. Jemals darüber nachgedacht dass ich die Sonde einer außerfriesischen Zivilisation sein könnte?
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You have no idea who you're talking to, but you are allknowing. Ever considered that I might be a probe from an extrafrisian civilisation?

 

[westwall]

Du hast null und gar keine Ahnung mit wem Du sprichst, aber Du bist allwissend. Jemals darüber nachgedacht dass ich die Sonde einer außerfriesischen Zivilisation sein könnte?
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You have no idea who you're talking to, but you are allknowing. Ever considered that I might be a probe from an extrafrisian civilisation?

An anal probe?

 

[zaangalewa]

An anal probe?

Exactly, Scheißkerl.

 

[Deplorable Yankee]

 

[Zebra]

funny!

 

[zaangalewa]

funny!

Two idiots. ... oh sorry - and an absurd female idiot. Exists anyone who is not an absurd idiot any longer since Donald Gessler became president of the USA?

By the way : Also two famous Germans had been William Tell and Friedrich von Schiller

He must come through this narrow lane,
There is no other way to Küssnacht – Here
I will finish it – The opportunity is favorable.
[The elderberry bush hides me from him,
From there my arrow can reach him,
The narrowness of the path prevents pursuers.]
Settle your account with heaven, Vogt,
You must go, your time is up.

I lived quietly and harmlessly – The bullet
Was aimed only at the animals of the forest,
My thoughts were pure of murder –
You have frightened me out of my peace,
You have turned the milk of pious thought
Into fermenting dragon's poison,
You have accustomed me to monstrosity –
Whoever set the child's head as his target,
Can also strike the heart of the enemy.

The poor little children, the innocent ones,
I must protect the faithful wife from your wrath,
Bailiff – There, when I drew the bowstring –
When my hand trembled –
When you forced me with cruel, devilish pleasure
To aim at the child's head –
When I struggled helplessly before you, begging,
At that moment I vowed within myself
With a terrible oath, known only to God,
That the first target of my next shot
Would be your heart – What I vowed
In that moment of hellish torment,
Is a sacred debt, I will pay it.

You are my lord and my emperor's bailiff,
But not the emperor would have allowed himself
What you have done—he sent you to these lands
To administer justice—severe justice, for he is angry—
But not to indulge your murderous lust
And commit every atrocity with impunity.
There is a God who punishes and avenges.

Come forth, you bringer of bitter pain,
My dearest treasure now, my highest treasure—
I will give you a goal that until now
Was impenetrable to pious pleas—
But it shall not resist you— And you,
Trusted bowstring, which so often
Has served me faithfully in joyful play,
Do not forsake me in terrible earnestness.
Only now, hold fast, you faithful string,
Which so often has given wings to my bitter arrow –
If it now slips powerlessly from my hands,
I have no second one to send.

Wanderers pass across the scene.

I will sit down on this stone bench,
Prepared for the wanderer to rest briefly –
For there is no home here – Everyone rushes
Past each other quickly and strangely,
And does not ask about their pain – Here walks
The worried merchant and the light-hearted
Pilgrim – the devout monk,
The gloomy robber and the cheerful minstrel,
The mule driver with his heavily laden horse,
Coming from distant lands,
For every road leads to the end of the world.
They all go on their way
To their business – and mine is murder!

Sits down.

Otherwise, when your father left, dear children,
There was joy when he returned,
For he never came home without bringing you something,
Whether it was a beautiful alpine flower,
A rare bird, or an ammonite,
As the wanderer finds in the mountains—
Now he pursues a different hunt,
Sitting by the wild path with murderous thoughts.
It is the life of his enemy that he is lying in wait for.
– And yet he thinks only of you, dear children,
Even now – to defend you, to protect your sweet innocence
From the revenge of the tyrant,
He wants to draw his bow to kill!

Stand up.

I am lying in wait for noble game – Let it be
The hunter does not mind roaming for days on end
In the harshness of winter,
Leaping from rock to rock,
Climbing up the smooth walls,
Where he sticks to them with his own blood,
– To hunt down a poor little roe deer.
Here there is a more delicious prize,
The heart of the mortal enemy who wants to destroy me.

From afar, cheerful music can be heard approaching.

All my life I have wielded the bow,
Practiced according to the rules of archery,
I have often shot in the bull's-eye,
And brought home many a fine prize
From joyful shooting – But today I want to
Take the master shot and win the best
In the whole mountain range.