Current Chaos Manor mail: "So, the German employment services aren't taking postings for erotic hostesses and no one is threatened with losing their unemployment benefits for refusing to become a prostitute. What we have is an activist lawyer and a radical newspaper pointing up an important but probably not serious loophole in new laws. The story is picked up in a garbled fashion (let's give the Telegraph's reporter the benefit of the doubt) by one English language paper that doesn't check its facts properly, and everyone has the chance to be outraged about something new for a few days. As David Brin notes, indignation acts like a drug, releasing massive amounts of endorphins into the system. The boomers may not be smoking as much dope or snorting as much coke as they used to, but they're still getting high."
Яџѕѕіаиѕ. Yes, I know that spells Ytdzdziais, don't bother me with details. If Тетяіѕ can do it, I can too.
"We went up a short incline. This brought us to an ordinary glass door. We knocked. We waited. We waited. We noticed the doorbell. We rang. We waited. Eventually we grew bold and entered. This brought us into a narrow hallway that had all the indications of being nothing more than drywall, veneer and ceiling tile. We said 'Hello....?' No one answered our question. We proceeded down the hallway flanked by doors, unsure as to whether the desire not to surprise someone for the sake of politeness overrode the rudeness of opening a closed door. At an impasse, we kept walking down the hallway, not opening any doors. But, we rapidly became trapped, when we realized that the only way out of this hallway was to open a door. Because it seemed the least likely to be the entrance to an office, bathroom or weird eastern European slave dungeon, we chose the last door the h...
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