Unglaublich, Ludger Menke, dem man schon eine Wörtche-Proskynese unterstellt hat und der keine Gelegenheit auslässt, mit einem spitzbübischen Lächeln genau darauf hinzuweisen, eben dieser Ludger Menke, kann auch positiv sein. Das scheint ihn selbst zu überraschen. Mit einer netten Entschuldigung
Weil mir ja immer wieder vorgeworfen wird, ich sei so negativ (bin ich gar nicht)weist er in seinem jüngsten Blogeintrag auf ein Buchprojekt hin, das er noch gar nicht gelesen haben kann, weil es erst im März erscheint.
Wahrscheinlich ist genau das der Grund für Ludgers Anflug von Positivität. Es liegt ihm noch kein Text vor, den er irgendwie kritisieren könnte. Verwunderlich wenn nicht inkonsequent ist, dass er, der sonst kein gutes Haar am deutschen Krimi lässt, hier auf ein Buch hinweist, das von zwölf deutschen Krimiautoren geschrieben wurde.
Sollte die dunkle Seite der Macht letztendlich wirklich verlieren? Nah, das kommt erst in Episode VI...
»Hotel Terminus«, das Buch um das es geht, ein gemeinsames Projekt der Preis gekrönten Autoren Regula Venske, Silvia Kaffke, H.P. Karr, Edith Kneifl, Ralf Kramp, Christine Lehmann, Birgit H. Hölscher, Horst Eckert, Roger M. Fiedler, Peter Zeindler, Jürgen Alberts und Walter Wehner.
Bei diesem Projekt bin ich mit Ludger übrigens einer Meinung. Auf dieses Buch freue ich mich!
All the best and have fun
Marcus Starck
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Folgender Song-Text könnte von dir sein:
Folks
I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream
About me,
About you,
About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottoms of our chests,
About that special feelting we get in the cockles of our hearts
Or maybe below the cockles,
Maybe in the sub cockle area,
Maybe in the liver,
Maybe in the kidneys,
Maybe even in the colon,
We don't know
I'm just a regular joe,
With a regular job.
I'm your average white,
Suburbanite slob.
I like football, and porno, and books about war.
I've got an average house,
With a nice hardwood floor.
My wife, and my job, my kids, and my car,
My feet on the table,
With a Cuban cigar.
But sometimes that just ain't enough,
To keep a man like me interested,
Oh no, no way, uh uhh.
No I gotta go out and have fun,
At someone elses expense,
Oh yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah,
I drive really slow,
In the ultra fast lane,
while people, behind me, are going insane.
I'm an asshole
(he's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole
(he's an asshole, such an asshole)
I use public toilets,
And I piss on the seat,
I walk around in the summer time,
Sayin' "How about this heat?"
I'm an asshole
(he's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole
(he's the worlds biggest asshole)
Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces,
While handicapped People, make handicapped faces,
I'm an asshole
(he's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole
(he's a big fucking asshole)
Maybe I shouldnt be singing this song,
Ranting and raving and carring on,
Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong.
NAAAHHHHH
I'm an asshole
(he's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole
(he's the worlds biggest asshole)
You know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadaliac Eldarado Convertable,
Hot Pink!
With whale skin hub caps,
An all leather cow interior,
And big brown baby seal eyes for headlights.
YEAH!
And I'm gonna drive around in that baby,
At 115 miles per hour,
Getting one mile per gallon,
Sucking down quarter pounder cheeseburgers from McDonalds in the old-fasioned non-biodegradable styrafoam containers.
And when I'm done sucking down those grease ball burgers,
I'm gonna wipe my mouth in the American flag,
And then I'm gonna toss the styrafoam containers right out the side,
And there ain't a God damn thing anybody can do about it,
You know why?
'Cause we got the bombs, that's why.
Two words, Nuclear Fucking Weapons OK.
Russia, Germany, Romania,
They can have all the democracy they want.
They can have a big democracy cake,
Walk right through the middle of Tienemen Square,
And it won't make a lick of difference,
Because we got the bombs OK!
John Wayne's not dead,
He's frozen.
And as soon as we find a cure for cancer, we're gonna thaw out the duke.
And he's gonna be pretty pissed off,
You know why?
Have you ever taken a cold shower?
Well multiply that by 15 million times,
That's how pissed off the duke's gonna be.
I'm gonna get the duke,
And John Cassavetes,
And Lee Marvin
And Sam Peckinpah,
And a case of whiskey,
And drive down to Texas,
And,
(hey, Hey, You know you really are an asshole)
Why don't you shut up and sing the song pal,
You know the whole time I thought I was that asshole,
And it turns out it was him,
What an Asshole
I'm an asshole
(he's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole
(he's the worlds biggest asshole)
A, SS, HO, LE
Everybody,
A, SS, HO, LE
I'm an asshole, and I'm Proud of it!
Hab' ich nicht.
I'm an Asshole ist von Dennis Leary — Cooler Typ, und extrem witzig.
Übrigens, ich mag das Lied ;-)
All the best
Marcus Starck
Der Mann heisst Ludger nicht Luder. Das hast du bestimmt mit Absicht gemacht!
Ludger, entschuldige, war keine Absicht.
Marcus Starck
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