An everyday tale of moral signalling by German Volk
It was another beautiful Spring day in Merkel’s Germany. The new rainbow flag fluttered proudly in the southerly breeze, high above the little town of Fritzmal.
“Perhaps that same breeze is right now carrying here to us yet more migrants from the Southern Lands,” thought Heinrich Schmitt in syntaxically challenged German, as he cycled leisurely home along the “Eco Lane” from his job at the automobile factory.
Back in 2017, Merkel had been installed as Chancellor-for-Life after democracy itself had been declared “racist.” This followed the moderate success in local elections of the soft civic nationalist party Alternative für Deutschland. Once granted supreme power, her first act had been to change the flag from the accursed black, red, and gold that she loathed to the new rainbow flag. Next week it was to be changed yet again, with the addition of a dildo bisecting an Islamic crescent moon over the coloured bands.
“Perhaps that same breeze is right now carrying here to us yet more migrants from the Southern Lands,” thought Heinrich Schmitt in syntaxically challenged German, as he cycled leisurely home along the “Eco Lane” from his job at the automobile factory.
Back in 2017, Merkel had been installed as Chancellor-for-Life after democracy itself had been declared “racist.” This followed the moderate success in local elections of the soft civic nationalist party Alternative für Deutschland. Once granted supreme power, her first act had been to change the flag from the accursed black, red, and gold that she loathed to the new rainbow flag. Next week it was to be changed yet again, with the addition of a dildo bisecting an Islamic crescent moon over the coloured bands.
