Archive for the ‘satire’ Category

Everybody loves Kai Diekmann

May 24, 2013

Nachdem Philipp Rösler den BILD-Chef Kai Diekmann etwas zu dolle umarmt hat, offenbar aus Heimweh und Freude über einen Landsmann am anderen Ende der Welt, haben die anderen Start-Up peoples aus Tschörmänni, die mit Rösler um Venture Capital buhlen, ihre Liebe zu Kai entdeckt und dies sogleich in einen tumblr. verwandelt.
Aber nicht nur deutsche Start-Upper haben den Vorzeigejournalisten gern. Auch in San Francisco’s berühmten Ausgehviertel Castro, in dem viele Venture Capital Deals bei einem gemütlichen After-Work Cocktail begossen werden, hat der Über-Chefredakteur viele Freunde.

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Bevor er unser Mann im Silicon Valley wurde, sah er so aus (und innen drin sieht er immer noch so aus):



SPD Wahlplakate: Meine Vorschläge

August 18, 2011

Die aktuelle Plakatkampagne der Berliner SPD ist ja gut gemeint, hätte aber etwas mehr Ehrlichkeit gegenüber den Befindlichkeiten dieser Stadt mit ihren diversen Lebensentwürfen vertragen können.

Z.B. so:

SPD Wahlplakat für das wahre Berlinoder so:

vielleicht auch so:

oder doch so:

manchmal auch so:

Listen to this, religious leaders around the world!

March 14, 2008

Ok y’all: Can we not so religious people have our planet back? Can those poor girls have their clitoris back? Can we have Evolution Theory back?

Eliot Spitzer is horny

March 14, 2008

Eliot Spitzer is hornyI almost wet myself listening to the beginning of this. It’s from the first friday podcast (they’re conservatives and it’s not all funny but they use nice background music like the Smiths and Chicago) making fun of Eliot Spitzer, former NY governor whose career in politics got cut short in the United States of Hipocrisy ’cause, oh my, he had sex with prostitutes as “client number 9” of a callgirl ring. The whole problem for him is that he was the guy who vowed to clean up NY. Now of course, he used to be the attorney general and people are worried whether he protected the callgirl ring that he was a customer of (is customer the correct term?). This is from his inaugural speech:
“Every policy, every action and every decision we make in this administration will further two overarching objectives: We must transform our government so that it is as ethical and wise as all of New York, and we must rebuild our economy so that it is ready to compete on the global stage in the next century.”

It has “ethical” in there.

And it has “wise” in there in the same sentence, as in wise guys, as in mobsters, as in prostitution. So there you go, we could have known.

Have a look at this video: This guy is Ronald Schill who used to be a hardline judge in German state Hamburg who founded a right wing party and became a Senator in Hamburg behind promising to crack down on crime. Nowadays he lives in Brazil and he’s down on crack.

Eliot Spitzer, you are not alone.

Radiomobile Car Disco

February 26, 2008

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Everybody grab a taste auf automobile madness courtesy of Yorck the reporter and his krazy krew of kaotic kameramen who joined him on an automotive adventure taking them through three countries in 2 days on the quest for the best customized car in all of Europe. What better place to look than the Radiomobile Car Disco during Art Basel the biggest Art Fair worldwide. The organizers of Radiomobile are a Parisian art collective or rather a duo called Kolkoz who gather other art collectives and galleries who all bring some kind of an artsy-fied car to the public square in front of Basel’s Convention Centre. Porsche Replicas studded with diamonds, bimbos on roller-skate, mint condition Fiat 500s, Austin Minis wrapped in 70s wallpaper, three auzzie chicks with crazy whigs in a love magic death disco bus and so on and so forth, I guess you get the general flavor. Now I cordially invite you to check the whole coverage of Radiomobile on, a Hobnox channel. And brace yourselves as there are more parts to come.

A joke about cows and the economy

February 5, 2008

Holy CowHoly Cow

> You have 2 cows.
> You give one to your neighbour.
> You have 2 cows.
> The State takes both and gives you some milk.
> You have 2 cows.
> The State takes both and sells you some milk.
> You have 2 cows.
> The State takes both and shoots you.
> You have 2 cows.
> The State takes both, shoots one, milks the other, and then throws the milk away.
> You have two cows.
> You sell one and buy a bull.
> Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows.
> You sell them and retire on the income.
> You have two cows.
> You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows.
> Later, you hire a consultant to analyse why the cow has dropped dead.
> You have two cows.
> You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows.
> The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island Company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company.
> The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more.
> You sell one cow to buy a new president of the United States , leaving you with nine cows.
> No balance sheet provided with the release.
> The public then buys your bull.
> You have two cows.
> You go on strike, organise a riot, and block the roads, because you want three cows.
> You have two cows.
> You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.
> You then create a clever cow cartoon image called ‘Cowkimon’ and market it worldwide.
> You have two cows.
> You re-engineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.
> You have two cows, but you don’t know where they are.
> You decide to have lunch.
> You have two cows.
> You count them and learn you have five cows.
> You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.
> You count them again and learn you have 2 cows.
> You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.
> You have 5,000 cows. None of them belong to you.
> You charge the owners for storing them.
> You have two cows.
> You have 300 people milking them.
> You claim that you have full employment, and high bovine productivity.
> You arrest the newsman who reported the real situation.
> You have two cows.
> You worship them.
> You have two cows.
> Both are mad.
> Everyone thinks you have lots of cows.
> You tell them that you have none.
> No-one believes you, so they bomb the sh1t out of you and invade your country.
> You still have no cows, but at least now you are a Democracy.
> You have two cows.
> The one on the left looks very attractive.