In the sixth year following Wings of Desire, Cassiel fell from Der Himmel über Berlin and joined Damiel in the flesh in the screen sequel. Now, in the sixth year following the death of the actor who’d incorporated Cassiel, the actor who embodied Damiel has wrapped the process in real life and headed in the other direction.

As a stage actor Bruno Ganz co-founded the Berliner Schaubühne, as a Swiss film actor he was truly international, performing in several languages, which, depending upon when Terrence Malick releases Radegund, could reach seven decades.

Considering his body of work, it might be considered a shame if this is all he’s remembered for:

Ganz außer sich – 1941–2019


E-merge Nancy

Good evening. Is me, Vlad the Imp. Not to worry, I am not coming here like last time for devil-may-care mocking of how US American Democrat Party is every time getting overtrumped.

I even shorten name from Impaler so not to remind of still sharp spike of irony how First Dame of party model for Cheater in Chief is one to go down on own erection.

Oh, dear US American: I have shove spike in own mouth. I apologise if I offend with sexist joke. Is not who I am.

See? Even non-apology is proof I am more secure in strongman-ness than US Don. He is never saying sorry for nothing!  This is bringing me closer to point: I come to mock now idiot ass-ring kisser of Don Trump, still crazy after all two years. Surprised?

So US Don is promising state of emergency for paying for wall. In Valentine’s Day messenger, New York Times is maybe also describing step of state with tasteless wordplay: “dizzy new heights” may be referring to tower or wall. Of course is possible for me here to make point about volly-partisan incremental executive overreach which was doing nada to stop progressive overcheaching, but like I say,  I come to mock US Don fan. Good thing Republican voter is too stupid to understand implication of “volly-partisan incremental executive overreach”. Perhaps they think is joke about US American big breasted darling singer.

So I say direct to you, US Don lover: You know how New World Order is plan to put United States under boot of International Order of Illuminati? Well let me explain you something about what I have much experience: the East German Wall was not falling down because of the Big Bad Socialism. East German Wall was collapsing because East German Central Planning Committee had no more money to keep up East German Wall. Do not think too long about this. I don’t want you to die of aneurysm of brain.

If only US Don had listen to me. My plan for keeping wall promise is making possible the wall without going bust. Look at China. Of course I know this is false analogy but I am still coming to point.

First of all, no state of emergency! This is stupidest idea, even as bluff. Following is bullets plan that US Don was vetoing in US-Russia Facebook to Facebook Super Secret Summit:

  1. Sell California to Canada. Say “Trust me. I can get really good deal, okay.”
  2. Key part of “good deal” is negotiating Commonwealth Plan for South CA, Ca border: Post Brexit Partnership for Her Royal Highness Security Service and Robust Employment. Toothless Brit will love hunting “Wog for Crown” with promise of R&R at beach front desert and getting herpes on holiday in Tijuana.
  3. Make Speaker Pelosi Governor of New Texas-Zona
  4. Give New-Gov. Nancy proceeds from California deal to start public-private partnership for Super Progressive E-startup Zone along border.
  5. Model for 1300 mile long Business Operations Bungalow (BOB) is Joint Security Area of Korea DMZ. North side is manager. South side is slave.
  6. Manager is Mexican-American who were becoming citizen through military service. South side is who cares?
  7. Kick can to President-elect Kamala Harris in 2020.
  8.  LOL


“He ran contra dictions.”

From Memewars by Bo Rama Took a final trip to Poppy the other day. He said, “I ran contra dictions.” We chuckled. I told him I’d be seeing Jim. He said to give him his final regards. Silence for traditional introspection. We shared a tender reptilian tear. Something in the way he was looking at me just then seemed sexual, or as if he didn’t want me to forget he could have me in that way. Or for lunch. Literally. The signal was supplanted by an insecure personal projection: It was superior the way 41 waged his wars — in Central and South America and the Middle East and places unknown — compared to how I had merely steered them with technology he’d helmed the development of one way or another for a generation, and even then only by way of the powers bestowed upon me by his seed in 43. But that look disappeared in that reflection and its replacement glimpse let me know that I had served well. Or, at least, the best I could. He gave me parting advice: “If you wanna really relish retirement, never stop playing the game. Sure, let down your hair, but only in putting on airs. Speak as if you’re speaking frankly.” Me, as if giving it an immediate go for his approval, “I can, uh, assure you… let me be clear…” I choked up a little, then I said, “Can we really be friends?” And him, without missing a beat, “Yes, we can.” It doesn’t get any more almost real than that. Now, I don’t actually play chess. Still, pretending to drop kayfabe in feigned ignorance of the kayfabe of the kayfabing opposition is a four-dimensional game at least. I suppose you might think this easy once one’s operating only in raking-it-in mode, reaping the rewards of a post presidency, but I can tell you that in some circles — circles the most ignorant and shallow of my adherents do not travel in, or will ever read about — they marvel at the brilliance of the affected lack of self-awareness of my tongue-in-cheekiness. That’s enough for me. To know that it is the likes of Baker & the Bushes and, by extension, I who belong on the money. To make sure kids have a chance to go to charter schools, that is. You think that last bit was a tell — like, he only at that moment realised amidst his loving himself so much while basking in the adoration of the likes of those gathered to benefit the creation of a man who was instrumental in making sure Dubya lived the birthright his father forewent on Bubba’s behalf that there might be cameras rolling? Not sure why. His shallow adherents have an excuse at the ready that ranges from “he’s a lesser evil” to “all those things are good”. Since our most steadfast state leads us to jumping out of context to the most convenient conclusions, always pretending we don’t know what’s going on while also pretending we care about where it might lead (because, frankly, where it’s led is the problem dominating the national psyche and what led to it is “complicated” at best/worst). I have a prediction: Hind/Sight 2020!  Good luck with the #resistance.

Der Parkbank Pinkler: Teillos

„Geschäftsidee: sich präsentieren als ein großzügiger und alternativ-bewusster Betreuer mit peinlich schablonenhaften Werbebranche Begriffen wie „bezahlbarer Luxus“ und „echte Gesellschaft“ und agieren wie typisch ausbeuterische Eigentümer, dessen Mieter/innen mit Blick auf das größtmögliche Gewinnmotiv einsargen.“


Merkelei gerahmt

In response to a request that the Chancellor be placed in proper perspective:

Merkel framed in Davos – 2018

In spite of her by now iconic triAngelating hand gesture and her chart-peaking approval of the export of military product, the reported victims of which would make one wonder how such policy could continue (short of it’s really being part of an ongoing racket), it is unfair to implicate her at the top of the pyramid, unless it’s part of the imagination of one’s dreams of personal posterity.

Speakin’ o’… this is as good a tale of Davos ’18 as one’ll read.


Old, you’re up! — Alt is’ euer Opa!

These aged incontinent feed their fat livers sausage & sour cabbage as their still young, former Rothschild Investor calls for equity in all things at the round table. The joke is not lost on Aging Mother, who due to disinterest in the direction of the slopes and difficulty of the climbs can act as if theirs is not a far-removed indulgence of net neutrality where she & her collegial collaborator of an ostensibly vast divergence of bureaucratic bent after all still today are of an age climbing more than marginally faster than their villagers’ respectively reformed, gradually growing ages of retirement. Their foil foments Friday but beforehand bears out as if by default of unquestioned contrast of mental health the wholesomeness of their indigestible diet. This capital cuisine is implied in a posture of a culture currently more welcoming, which counters the monocultural gauche & gaudy golden arches burning both ends of every economy, though no fancy font found in the menu lists the non-negotiable unanimity of fiery fraternal export, getting the goose cooked where the spit turns the other way round.

Diese alten Inkontinenten füttern ihre Fettlebern Würstchen & Sauerkraut während ihr jüngere, ehemalige Rothschild-Investor Gleichberechtigung am runden Tisch bedingt. Der Jux ist Alternder Mutti nicht verborgen geblieben. Dank ihres Desinteresses an der Richtung der Pisten und den Schwierigkeiten der Aufstiege, kann sie so tun, als frönten sie nicht aus weiter Entfernung der Nettoneutralität, wo sie und ihr angeblich vom hochpolitischen Hang abweichende kollegiale Kollaborateur immerhin heute noch unwesentlich schneller altern als das reformierten Rentenalter ihrer jeweiligen Dörfler. Ihr Gegenstück facht Freitag an, bekräftigt aber im voraus — als sei automatisch einer unbestritten Kontrast der geistigen Gesundheit vorhanden — die Bekömmlichkeit ihrer unverträglichen Kost. Diese Kochkunst nimmt die Haltung einer derzeitig stärkeren Willkommenskultur ein und entgegenwirkt dem monokulturellen Gauch & seinen knalligen goldenen Bögen, mit deren Gesundheit weiter jeder Wirtschaft gewüstet wird. Dafür aber listet keine kunstvoll schrille Schriftart auf der Speisekarte das nicht verhandelbare Einvernehmen des feurigen fraternal Exports auf, wo andere erledigt und geliefert sind, wo auch immer der Spieß sich andersrum dreht.