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From the icing on the helmet

The award of the doctorate -

sounds like the one `s after a subjunctive, on the other hand you have everything on loan eventually return.

must it always be caviar? Nope. But nice `s already is. And also needs a noble Croesus, the doctor-title as the cream her cap. Whether he now has or does not care ultimately only his ego and the landless rabble, which, giving off submissive electorate looks up to their sense-making of light, as Blaze suddenly in the Union, the C Bayowarischen brighter than the other two letters. As if the - possibly holy - spirit, like the phoenix, risen and would have received these wrinkles ironed his body along with Matthew's face, as the Pope or the Holy See, the Investment Banker his new penthouse.

is a fact that he has obtained his doctorate.
Well, perhaps it is disappointing that he did it like everyone else, copy and copying. But that is just so no matter what the aforementioned futility of this fact in itself. While now would have as common on the head, struck, mostly genetically determined core voters rightly the betrayal of the redemptive promise of the secular lament - they would not be deprived by the residual beam power is still enough of their political vision - the gathering opposition would have in the year-round Name day celebrating KT but at least now recognize one of their own: the people with mistakes, blemishes and hair gel damage.

but has since playing just everyone is assigned a particular role and this lot also gratefully accepts, the leftists are calling all expected to resign - for just such a side note, like the one he wanted to forget to have apparently forgotten - select give him rights over the next 40 years, loyal, like a beaten dog licking the hand of the master and KT will inevitably Chancellor.

With or without a doctor.

Exclusive guest comment by Konsonaut:
18. Februar 2011

There are things in life that you can not buy. Or?

But there are copy things that you can be devious. Under false colors. Or you can simply decorate with borrowed feathers and then manipulate genetically, so that a grown any must believe they are from their own blood. It borders on a not-making misery, because if it blows up

But one always goes. Denial. Surely in doubt for the accused. Even if this one doubtful Appearance of the saint with. If he only wants good, as its name already almost say? Sad. A tear for the good faith of the electorate, a tear for their own awakening from the pantomime ideal world. From the coma, swallowed the blue pill. The saint loses his license and what remains is the realization that man is a man remains. A zu Guttenberg, who now sees his feathers under foreign microscopes and knows that he is now pulling down the pants must be the shit.

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