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Sincere congratulations to Saxony-Anhalt: You are the people#

My unconditional, heartfelt respect and deepest appreciation today goes to the 56.2 percent of voters in Saxony-Anhalt. In a gruelling social climate, characterised by constant media fire, calculated scaremongering and aggressive populism, you have maintained your attitude and proven your backbone. You have sent a powerful, unmistakable signal at the ballot boxes: An Ulrich Siegmund, his secured far-right cadres and the creeping normalization of ethnic ideologies do not have a majority in this country.

This 56.2 percent deserves not just polite applause, but our full, sincere gratitude. You have been at the forefront, defending the firewall of democracy where the pressure of the constitutional enemies was most felt. If the historical slogan "We are the people" still has an honest, incorruptible meaning today, it is precisely in your vote: You are the living, defensive civil society that stands for freedom, diversity, humanity and the preservation of our legal system.

This result now gives rise to a crystal-clear obligation for the Union. The eternal party-political tactics, the cowardly glance at reactionary edges and the constant temptation to dangle with anti-constitutional forces out of sheer lust for power must stop immediately. Anyone who claims to be a civic force in the middle must now unreservedly commit to the values of our Basic Law and put the focus back on the essentials: reliable, solution-oriented and empathetic politics for the real life realities of all citizens.

The Chronicle of Total Mental Loss#

While the election result gives the majority cause to breathe a sigh of relief, an inconvenient, deeply disturbing question remains in the room: What do you actually do with those figures who have left the social consensus so radically mentally, morally and emotionally that every rational argument on them bounces off ineffectively like rain on a weathered barn wall?

I was allowed to observe this phenomenon up close some time ago. A piece of rural decay: A couple, far from any civilization, in a courtyard in a Kaff in front of the Kaff, where the population scratches the double-digit range with hardship. He is the prototype of the embittered plaice egoist – a humble farmer who is next to himself, driven by pure profit madness, and in character, without flinching, willing to sell his own mother for a handful of copperlings, provided there is even a single buyer on this planet. She, spiritually now truly not blessed with the brightest candle on the birthday cake, spends her existence in a continuous loop of tearful whining, pseudo-spiritual hocus-pocus and the hysterical stepping of plots with the dowsing rod to chase away vicious earth rays.

Together, the two form a congenial monument to collective stupidity. Of course, they consider themselves the undisputed intellectual spearhead of the nation, by no means ordinary "sleeper sheep", and they are never embarrassed by an unsolicited lecture on alternative thought structures, BRD-GmbH myths or the true downfall of the West. One could almost think pityfully: Wonderful, let the two old people acidify in their provincial microcosm, where they are cared for at the bottom, until the family court also divorces the twenty-seventh peasant love marriage, while they marvel together at the sunsets under a supposedly chemtrail-infested sky.

Far from it. As luck would have it, I got a detailed insight into the private digital communication of the two. Exactly the kind of unfiltered correspondence that is conducted when people lull themselves into the deceptive certainty that no outsider will ever read along.

What struck me there was no longer spleeny, irradiated senior mania that you could shake your head at embarrassingly as you passed by. It was a deep-black, anti-democratic and abysmal fever dream. A rampant misanthropy that literally turned my stomach. For me personally, the two are ultimately completely strangers – figures from a distant orbit, from whom I have expected literally nothing positive, decent or constructive for years anyway. And yet they managed to disappoint me humanely on a level I didn't think possible.

And that's exactly what makes me shudder: If the insight into the moral decay of two basically strangers leaves me so disgusted – how incredibly cruel, painful and disruptive must this experience be for those who had real emotional ties to such people? How terrible must it be when parents, siblings or long-time friends have to witness how a formerly loved one gradually sinks into this brown, hateful delusion until there is nothing left of the original personality except dull anger and spite?

The Paranoia of Idyllic Nowhere#

You have to visualize the grotesque absurdity of this rural tragedy: Two pensioners in Kleinarschhausen squat in the middle of the scenic postcard idyll, surrounded by beautiful nature, saturated peace and fresh air, and they have absolutely nothing better to do on their remaining evening of life than to wipe through TikTok algorithms with shaky fingers for 14 hours a day to let right-wing extremists liquefy the rest of their brains. What a miserable, wasted existence.

And the absolute pinnacle of ridicule: At a godforsaken spot on earth, where no person with a migration background has ever voluntarily strayed in the whole of human history, these two push a xenophobic paranoia that has washed itself. In a courtyard where even one's own children no longer want to come to visit on Christmas Eve because they can no longer bear the toxic misery, one trembles with fervor at the alleged "alienation" and the evil "Muselmann". No one ever came to you, no one wants your dilapidated homestead, and no one will come in the future. They want to shout at these people: Calm down, put the damn smartphone down, don't make a mockery of yourselves in front of the whole of humanity and just enjoy your last few years instead of sacrificing your end of life as useful idiots for fascist slogans! But these words go unheard. And this is exactly where the circle closes to Saxony-Anhalt: Some people have simply drifted too far. They are lost.

No resentment for Saxony-Anhalt: Shake hands with the majority#

Precisely for this reason, I appeal to all democrats throughout Germany: please do not spread sweeping malice about Saxony-Anhalt. Does not reflexively beat an entire state from a safe, arrogant distance. I understand the first impulse of frustration after such election evenings all too well, but it is politically short-sighted and deeply unjust.

Blind bashing never hits the radicalized – they are already cognitively unable to grasp a text that goes beyond three words on a right-wing Sharepic. Such collective punishment only affects those 56.2 percent who have courageously and steadfastly opposed the brown wave. This democratic majority does not deserve ridicule, but our unreserved love, respect, encouragement and unwavering solidarity. It's damn hard to fly the flag on the ground when families and village communities are shattered by the viciousness and narrow-mindedness of these lost souls.

Standing together, drawing boundaries, building bridges#

Democrats, unite. We won this battle for sanity, even if it was damn close. Let's establish two clear, unambiguous guidelines for the future:

Consistent isolation of the unteachable: Stop wasting your precious life time, nerves and resources on those who have completely chosen to hate people. Do not argue with people who want to trample on the fundamental rights of others. Draws a crystal-clear line in everyday life: do not shop with them, do not place orders with their companies and leave them to the social cold that they themselves long for.

Warmth and support for reversers: But if someone succeeds in fighting their way out of this brown swamp on their own, who strips away the toxic delusion and wants to be a sincere part of our society again on the firm foundation of the Basic Law – we receive them with open arms, honest warmth and genuine forgiveness.

We conduct political discourses passionately and constructively with those who respect the soil of our constitution. We simply leave the lost residue to the right in the mud of their own paranoia.

Geology for angry citizens and dragon riders: Ulrich Siegmund's "bourgeois" horror cabinet#

One must pay almost cynical respect to Ulrich Siegmund, the radiant figurehead of the AfD state association of Saxony-Anhalt, which is highly officially classified as a secured right-wing extremist by the Office for the Protection of the Constitution. He has finally and relentlessly revealed what the much sought-after label "bourgeois" in the new-right echo chamber actually means: it is the fine art to push the liberal-democratic basic order into the shredder with one hand, while courting with the other hand those actors who seriously believe that fire-breathing lizards dominate true historiography.

In a world that is far too complex for the delicate, intellectually manageable minds of the AfD leadership and, above all, full of annoying, critically demanding journalists, Siegmund has created his own hermetically sealed media reserve. Genuine journalistic classification? Well-founded questions about folkish fantasies of omnipotence? An unbearable nightmare for people whose political concept is based on memorized hate slogans. Today's truth-resistant patriot instead relies on unregulated influencer platforms, where facts are no longer even ignored, but completely replaced by fever dreams.

Supervised viewing in the digital swamp#

Who needs editorially edited articles when you can stream the pure intellectual vacuum live for hours? Performance: "Activist Man" and "Utopia TV". These low-flying journalists broadcast Siegmund's campaign events, sometimes for hours and completely unfiltered, on the net. It is supervised watching for advanced, pure propaganda, which is poured like liquid lead directly into the brain of the radicalized target group, without the mind or even a historical context ever being able to interfere. Siegmund interacts completely openly with these channels, hears their contributions and basks in the uncritical, clumsy applause.

But let's take a closer look at the mental state of this network, especially at the "activist man". This gentleman is not only a remnant of the already completely derailed lateral thinking movement, but also operates in spheres where even hard-boiled esotericists would scream. We are talking about an actor who has completely unironically spread theories about "mud fossils" in the past. But that's not all: In this intellectual repository, the physical existence of the biblical sea monster Leviathan and embodied dragons is propagated in all seriousness. Yes, you read that right. What belongs together grows together: people who are firmly convinced that mountains are in truth fossilised giants and mythical creatures do the basic media work for a top politician who wants to govern an entire federal state. If you believe that a secret world elite controls the weather, why not also believe that Smaug the Terrible will soon torch the state parliament in Magdeburg?

The fluid transition to Holocaust denial#

One could dismiss this absurd dragon folklore as a tragicomic circus number if the foundation were not so abysmal black-brown and incendiary. Because the "activist man" does not stop at mythological mythological creatures and geological thin shit. The same actor, whose media reach is gratefully used by the AfD for the election campaign, demonstrably maintained contact with Ursula Haverbeck. As a reminder, Haverbeck is not just any sprightly pensioner with eccentric views, she is the most prominent, fanatical and repeatedly convicted Holocaust denier in the Federal Republic of Germany.

This is exactly where the AfD's ridiculous bourgeois mask collapses. A politician who allows himself to be filmed and celebrated by people who seamlessly navigate between mud-fossil madness and the deepest, most disgusting anti-Semitism of a convicted Nazi glorifier is not a concerned citizen. It is the strategic door opener for the absolute historical and democratic total failure.

The Identitarian Film Afternoon and the Buyable Double Standards#

In order to package this highly toxic mixture of madness and fascism in a visually appealing way, Siegmund reaches deep into the brown box of tricks. He hires the "Filmkunstkollektiv" for professional video production and media support. This sounds like harmless indie cinema from Berlin-Kreuzberg, but according to sound analyses, it is nothing more than the extended arm of the Identitarian Movement in terms of personnel and ideology.

As a reminder, this is precisely the extreme right-wing group with which the AfD officially maintains a strict incompatibility decision. But rules and resolutions in the AfD are apparently only intended for the election program and the cameras of the unpopular system press. The solution to this dilemma is hard to beat in terms of cynicism: you simply commission the Identitarians as external service providers. If you pay them with hard euros, right-wing cadres suddenly mutate into completely neutral business partners. In this way, the incompatibility decision with party funds is completely washed away and the subcultural infrastructure of the hipster fascists is financed along the way. In their eyes, it is not promoting ideology, it is just good business.

The network around Ulrich Siegmund is not a political project, it is an incendiary panopticon of horror that no longer even tries to hide its contempt for democracy, science and historical facts. Civil society in Saxony-Anhalt – and throughout Germany – must not make the mistake of dismissing this troupe as harmless clowns. Behind the ridiculous façade of mud fossils and dragon myths, a hard-hitting, well-funded extreme right-wing infrastructure forms that reaches deep into the circles of Holocaust deniers. Anyone who looks the other way while these people are organizing is complicit in the intellectual and moral suicide of society.

Toxic positivity and Rhenish mafia fantasies: The happiness fiasco#

Anyone who baptizes their music event, which has been commercialized to the point of absolute pain, as a "happiness festival" in all seriousness, has probably already lost control of their life somewhere between the third kebab franchise and the latest energy drink bottling.

But what the behaviourally original organiser duo of Ballermann tamer Markus Krampe and ex-kicker Lukas Podolski recently achieved in the ice-cold unloading of the 80s legends Alphaville crosses the line to foreign shame satire for miles. It's the ultimate proof of what happens when too much money meets a fatal vacuum of style, decency, and self-reflection.

The Beer Tent Director's Hubris#

You have to let this bottomless arrogance melt away on your tongue. On the one hand, we have Alphaville, a band that has made global music history with anthems such as "Forever Young" and "Big in Japan". On the other side is Markus Krampe, an event manager whose cultural horizon traditionally ends exactly where the sangria bucket in the mega park begins. The fact that this luminary of unpretentious Ballermann entertainment of all people presumes to impose a blatant ban on an established synth-pop legend and to present himself publicly as the inviolable sun king of the festival grounds is not without a certain involuntary comedy. It's like the store manager of a third-class frying stand pointing the door at the Michelin Committee because you feel offended by his authority.

Prince Poldi's Pathetic Godfather Number#

In this charade, however, Lukas Podolski provides the absolute lowest point of embarrassment, which can no longer be undercut. The man who dangled through the gazettes for decades as the eternal, constantly grinning mascot of the German national football team is now suddenly trying to be a tough mafia godfather of the event industry. With the intellectual finesse of a dropped medicine ball, Podolski rumbled into the microphones that he could "also be very different". A sentence in which the overpriced kebab almost falls out of your hand out of sheer fear.

What exactly is this ominous "very different"? Will he force the band members of Alphaville to shoot three hours of commercials for his kebab empire? Is there a threat of an unlimited forced tasting of his cardboard-sweet ice tea? Or will the Rhenish street godfather just insult a football in the VIP area? This artificial, ridiculous gangster attitude of a multimillionaire acting in the press like a stubborn bouncer in front of a village discotheque exposes the entire hypocrisy of this event.

Anyone who markets a festival under the sticky guise of "feelings of happiness" and toxic "good vibes"positivity, but acts like an adolescent schoolyard bully in the background, unmasks himself. Podolski and Krampe have impressively proven that no matter how many tickets and millions of sponsors are sold, you can't buy either class or sovereignty. If the empty phrase "I can also be very different" is the maximum rhetorical escalation level of a former world champion, then you can only congratulate Alphaville on not becoming part of this third-rate first-person show.

The Intellectual Insolvency of the People's Victim Role: How the AfD Instrumentalizes Dementia#

One has to look at the mental balancing act of the right-wing extremist scene in Germany almost with a mixture of deep disgust and fascinated pity. When one's own national fantasies of omnipotence threaten to collapse in the face of unadorned reality, the brown echo chamber assembles its truths from the moist mud of one's own paranoia.

The latest, intellectually completely bankrupt masterpiece from the propaganda forge of the far-right AfD state association of Saxony-Anhalt under the aegis of Ulrich Siegmund: The preventive and completely hysterical "electoral fraud" in the nursing home. It's the pathetic political equivalent of a tearful toddler who knocks the game board over with the human-annoying-not-roaring, even before the first damn dice has even touched the table.

The mulled scandal in the Martha House#

The mechanics of this staged, cheap scandal are so incomprehensibly transparent that one wonders whether the fanatical target group of the AfD is actually already completely overwhelmed when tying shoes in the morning. The starting point of the concerted smear campaign was the senior citizens' residence "Marthahaus" in Dessau. The nephew of a 95-year-old, severely demented resident felt betrayed because his aunt's postal ballot papers had allegedly been shredded and her vote had already been cast without his knowledge. Incidentally, the fact that a "creaky" signature could be seen on the postal ballot application in question, as the outraged nephew complained in the election office, is less the irrefutable proof of a large-scale green world conspiracy in a senior citizens' residence than the banal anatomical consequence of a 95-year-old body.

But the AfD leadership in Saxony-Anhalt immediately smelled folkish morning air and immediately constructed the gigantic, insane narrative of a widespread, far-left electoral fraud from this unexplained individual case. In a video on Platform X, AfD top candidate Ulrich Siegmund conspiratorially whispered that specifications were being made here from a "certain left or green corner". In a rare touch of unintentional honesty, however, Siegmund then pushed back exactly the sentence that perfectly sums up the entire mental misery of this party: "You can't prove that. But we all know how that often works."

Translated from the whining AfD speech into reality, this means: We do not have a fraction of evidence, we lack any facts, but the insolent claim simply fits too well into our fascist stab-in-the-back legend not to be mercilessly exploited. In order to make the smear theater perfect, state chief Martin Reichardt stylized himself as an emotional angry citizen and publicly stated that the coverage of the nursing home made him "deeply angry". The party also fabricated unrestrained "criminal political activists" who allegedly work disguised as nurses in retirement homes and manipulate the helpless residents.

The hard impact on the ground of justice#

The fundamental problem with the smear campaign of Siegmund, Reichardt and their deluded followers? The merciless reality of a functioning constitutional state. The competent public prosecutor's office in Dessau-Roßlau officially closed the investigation in this specific case on 4 September 2026 after meticulous examination. The devastating conclusion of the investigators: There is absolutely no evidence of manipulation of the postal vote or stolen ballots.

The absurd idea that completely underpaid and chronically overburdened nurses in Saxony-Anhalt would risk up to five years' imprisonment under Section 107a of the Criminal Code for a single manipulated ballot can hardly be surpassed in ridicule anyway. Anyone who has ever set foot in the real life of nursing knows that the staff there does not have the time capacity to orchestrate a highly complex, far-left electoral fraud ring out of the medicine room. The widely announced "election fraud" was nothing more than hot, brown air from front to back, blown off by a troop of far-right panic-mongers who have to hide their own political incompetence behind fictitious crimes.

Contempt for humanity as an editorial concept#

But nefarious facts, discontinued investigations and the statements of the judiciary have never stopped the new real swamp from excessive rumination. If the public prosecutor's office simply does not deliver the fraud hoped for, the media cesspool of the right-wing extremist scene has to be tackled. On the YouTube channel of Compact magazine, an elderly lady was then allowed to cheerfully and completely unchallenged in a special broadcast about the fact that demented and disabled people in Germany actually have the outrageous audacity to vote.

In this bizarre, toxic echo chamber, the pure existence of inclusive suffrage is stylized as an acute threat to "true" democracy. In remembrance of the intellectually challenged gentlemen in the blue suits, the Federal Constitutional Court already unambiguously stated in 2019 that the previously applicable exclusions from the right to vote for people under comprehensive supervision are simply unconstitutional. The non-profit BIVA Nursing Protection Association makes it unequivocally clear: In principle, no one per se may be excluded from the election – neither the elderly nor people with dementia or cognitive disability. And yes, technical assistance with voting is perfectly legal, as long as the election decision itself is made by the entitled party. So when the AfD chairman Tino Chrupalla complains in the media that some of the residents of the home are being "led by the pen", he is basically only complaining loudly about a completely legal, democratically intended process of inclusion. However, in the racist and ableist delusion of the extreme right, legal inclusion is systematically rephrased as criminal fraud.

The Preventive Alibi Building of a Loser Troop#

This entire pathetic, staged circus not only reveals a deeply inhuman, disgusting anti-democratic worldview. It shows an ideology in which old, sick or disabled people are obviously only regarded as useless ballast and second-class citizens from whom fundamental basic rights should be withdrawn according to purely national opinion.

Rather, it is the completely transparent, preventive construction of a cowardly stab-in-the-back legend. Even before the actual election, the AfD in Saxony-Anhalt is preparing itself and its blind supporters for a result that may simply not be enough for the wet imagination of the absolute majority. Instead of taking even a shred of political responsibility for its own toxic agenda, this party would rather delegitimize the entire democratic process and, by the way, place an entire, hard-working profession under vile general suspicion. It is the classic, worn-out tactic of fascists from the textbook for dictatorial apprentices: If democracy does not deliver the desired result, it does not question its own, misanthropic politics, but simply declares the system illegitimate. Anyone who so obviously and desperately sabotages the foundations of a democratic election with fictitious fairy tales is not afraid of alleged electoral fraud. He has a bare, naked panic in front of the adult voter.

The digital swamp and its predators: The Sakultendo files#

Anyone who seriously believes that the moral lows of modern influencer culture have already been completely explored with questionable discount codes for cheap fitness shakes or tearful apology videos on grey sofas will be taught a much worse lesson these days. The YouTube and TikTok cosmos has opened a new, deeply repulsive cesspool, at the bottom of which a 34-year-old man named "Sakultendo" (bourgeois Lukas) is driving his toxic evil.

What is currently bubbling to the media surface in the form of massive leaks and relentless chat threads not only bursts the boundaries of bad taste, it levels them with the legal bulldozer of cybergrooming. We are not talking about harmless missteps here. We are talking about an actor who not only shines with racist and homophobic outbursts, but deliberately and systematically hunts down defenseless minors.

The Price List for Children's Souls#

The mechanisms of this digital predator behavior are as perfidious as they are calculating. Sakultendo obviously uses its reach to exert massive pressure on young people and to put a disgusting price tag on the parasocial fan cult. The leaks at hand relentlessly document how minors are openly offered financial compensation here – for example, an absurd 50 euros for having to "clean" for them. The body and integrity of children are degraded into a simple commodity in this perverse ecosystem. But it gets even blacker: In leaked Discord calls, it is documented how this 34-year-old man asks 13- to 16-year-old girls deeply disgusting questions and masturbates audibly. This is not a "flirt", this is ice-cold, calculated cybergrooming in its purest form. It is an attempt to convert the emotional dependence and naivety of fans into sexual capital.

The Moral Zero: Fetish Fantasies in the Nursery#

As if the systematic bribery of minors for intimate material were not already reason enough to sink this gentleman's digital terminal in an industrial shredder and lock the server rooms from the outside, the chat logs reveal the absolute zero point of human civilization. If an adult man expresses in writing an unmistakable desire to be peed on by a 13-year-old, then there is absolutely no rhetorical leeway for explanatory attempts or mitigating circumstances. A child who should deal with school tasks or the first visit to the cinema according to their age is drawn into the most devious fetish fantasies of an adult. Anyone who writes such messages does not belong in front of a camera, not in a livestream, but without exception in front of a prison judge.

Inclusion as a toxic shield#

This whole tragedy becomes particularly cynical when you look at the media history of the perpetrator. Sakultendo originally became known to a wider public through a ZDF documentary and the petition "StelltUnsEin". Now he uses this very mental limitation in the most disgusting way as a foolproof shield for his misdeeds. Observers prove that he is excellently familiar with German law, is fully aware of the scope of his actions and simply shits on them. Inclusion is an inviolable social good – to exploit it as a free pass for pedophilia and the abuse of children is an incredible mockery of all real activists.

Imprint fairy tales and loss of reality#

How does a transferred predator react when the floodlight of the public shines into its dark cave? With pure loss of reality. Instead of facing the scathing accusations, Sakultendo deliberately distracts and fabricates completely haphazardly about alleged "imprint problems". While the GTime agency has already invested over 10,000 euros in high-profile lawyers and extensive advertisements, he is shouting loudly on the internet that he will win this legal battle. It is the pathetic retreat of a narcissist who has not yet understood that the noose has already tightened.

The illusion of a safe children's room#

This case is a brutal, long overdue wake-up call for a society that still views the Internet as a colorful, harmless playground. The children's room is no longer a safe haven when the smartphone becomes a direct gateway for pedophiles. Guys like Sakultendo hide behind gaming content and a supposedly needy façade while they cast their nets in the background. We need to control our children's devices and relentlessly drag these digital parasites into the glare of the public eye. The rest period for cybergroomers is officially over – and the web never forgets a single screenshot.

Good night, Mainzelmännchen: How ZDF sends fascism into the nursery#

There are those moments in the German media landscape when you inevitably wonder whether the editors-in-chief are actually sniffing the glue collectively. The Second German Television recently did an editorial balancing act, in which they not only tore the moral ties, but also broke the entire journalistic backbone. The protagonists of this absurd play: an antifascist musician, a right-wing extremist politician and the defenseless target group of eight- to twelve-year-old children.

Cancel Culture for Beginners: Danger Dan Must Stay Out#

Let's start with the actually harmless part of the story, the late evening program. There, in the established satirical show "Die Anstalt", the musician Danger Dan was to present his latest song "Keine Angst", a piece that explicitly deals with the resistance against right-wing extremism. But just a short time ago, the management of the Mainz broadcaster obviously got cold feet. An alleged call for violence was detected in the anti-fascist lines and the artist and his pianist Igor Levit were unceremoniously invited back.

In the case of fee-financed broadcasting, the freedom of the arts apparently comes to an end precisely when it comes to positioning itself clearly and unambiguously against the right. Danger Dan himself rightly called the process a scandalous encroachment on artistic freedom and accused the ZDF director of simply censoring anti-fascist songs. You have to let this absurdity melt away on your tongue: Sending a song against Nazis to mature adults after 10 pm is too sensitive for the station. This could worry concerned citizens.

AfD propaganda between children's news and cartoon#

But what does the public service daily program look like when the really vulnerable target group sits unsuspectingly in front of the screens? Appearance: Ulrich Siegmund. This gentleman acts as chairman of the AfD faction in Saxony-Anhalt. On the historical and factual classification: This specific state association of the AfD is officially classified by the Office for the Protection of the Constitution and with a letter and seal as a confirmed right-wing extremist. And what does ZDF do? It is precisely this figurehead of the securely right-wing extremist scene in the context of the children's news "logo!" that the microphone is completely unabashed and without critical classification.

So while you save adult viewers a song about moral courage, Mr. Siegmund is allowed to spread his völkisch fever dreams in front of hundreds of thousands of primary school students. His unchallenged key message to the children: Your friends with a migration background should better be segregated into separate school classes, because they will go "home" anyway.

The geographic insolvency of the ethnic ideology#

Let's let this mental thin shit sink in for a second. Where exactly should these children go "home"? To Herne-Wanne? To Castrop-Rauxel? Back to Berlin-Neukölln? The absolute majority of these children were born here in Germany. They speak German, they have a German passport, and their damn “home” is exactly the schoolyard where they play with their friends.

Spitting in the face of these children in a supposedly educational format and explaining to them that they are only tolerated guests on call here is not just factual. It is perfidious, malicious and, in its blatant demand for ethnic segregation in primary schools, head-on violates the prohibition of discrimination in our Basic Law.

The Broken Compass of Public Law#

So let's summarize this journalistic total failure: an artist who opposes fascism in the tradition of democratic enlightenment is censored from the adult program because his words could allegedly be too "dangerous". The top politician of a far-right state association, on the other hand, is allowed to explain to elementary school students at prime time that school apartheid would actually be a pretty fine thing.

Anyone who uninvites anti-fascist art and at the same time rolls out the brown carpet directly into the nursery has not only lost his moral compass, but also shattered it in a public way. Those who make such editorial decisions no longer need enemies of democracy – they can easily dismantle the defensive society from their own broadcasting headquarters in Mainz.

The night of the long delete button: Christiane Sonnenblume and the digital cartel of the job market#

Anyone who lives in the boundless naivety that courageous intervention against obvious, parasitic fraud on the Internet is rewarded with gratitude or even a spark of decency has made the bill without the bouncers of the digital underworld. The warning of the brazen structural sales scam in the so-called "job market" was precise, razor-sharp and an urgently needed shield for all seeking members. The response of the administration? A cowardly digital headshot under the cover of absolute darkness.

The secured chat history now relentlessly proves the systematic purge: In an unprecedented act of censorship, the administrator did a whole, sad job. Garnished with a painfully cheesy writing script and a sunflower emoji – the ultimate stealth cap for toxic agenda and intellectualbankruptcy – „Christiane 🌻“ raged through the chat history. Message for message, well-founded warning for well-founded warning was ruthlessly destroyed by her in a true deletion rush. The actual scam post of the scammer, on the other hand, can continue to strike its poisonous roots completely undisturbed. Welcome to the bizarre parallel justice of the Internet, where not the perpetrator is sanctioned, but the one who directs the saving floodlight on the cockroaches.

The Anatomy of Complicity and Toxic Positivity#

At the epicenter of this total moral breakdown is the administrator whose pseudonym is now symbolic of complicity on the net. Their rigorous, downright panicky approach raises compelling fundamental questions about the sociological and psychological depths of this chat administration. What drives an adult person to protectively hold their hand over an obvious financial rip-off and muzzle the scouts? Is it plain, massive cognitive dissonance? The absolute inability to endure the misuse of one's own digital living room as a greasy transshipment point for snake oil vendors and parasitic scammers?

Or are we already talking about flawless, hard-hitting complicity? There is a compelling suspicion that Christiane has long been an integral part of this network marketing mafia. She may be sitting a few levels higher in the pyramid herself, earning diligent commissions in the background for keeping these digital hunting grounds open. Or maybe it's just icy, sociopathic indifference paired with a perverted form of toxic positivity. "Good Vibes Only" – even if lives are being ruined next door. This Sunflower faction is simply not interested in the fate of the desperate job seekers, who are being deprived of their already scarce savings, as long as the number of participants in the group remains artificially high and the illusion of a "community" is maintained.

Fresh meat for the rip-off machinery#

While Christiane manically dismantles the digital warning signs and cleans the crime scene, the chat history shows the true, bitter tragedy of this censorship. Almost in the same breath as the salvaging messages disappear, new, unsuspecting members join the community. Lena, Marina and countless anonymous numbers blindly enter the freshly wiped digital slaughterhouse.

And this is exactly where the deviant, unvarnished face of this business model is revealed. This is not a harmless joke among bored suburban dwellers. The target group of this "job market" are people who are urgently, often desperately looking for work. They are people who lie sleepless in bed after the fiftieth cancellation and stare at their smartphones, devoured by fears of the future. It's single parents who don't know how to pay for exploding electricity bills or fill the fridge at the end of the month. It is precisely here, at the absolute lowest point of human existential anxiety, that these unscrupulous structural displacements begin. Christiane and her scammer friends play with the last hope of people who have already been sorted out by the system. The money for the absurd "starter set" – consisting of a few worthless paper clips and hollow phrases – does not come from a lavish stock portfolio. It is the budget for the children's new winter shoes. It's the last savings. Those who actively cover up such scams and delete the critics are complicit in the emotional and financial bleeding of the weakest in our society. It is a modern, digital cannibalism that specifically feeds on the existential anxiety of the lower income classes.

The Digital Firewall Misconception and the Open Hunt#

The crowning glory of this sad farce is the technological and intellectual naivety of the administration. In response to two harmless, laughing and stunned emojis, Christiane, apparently mortally insulted in her authority, finallypullstheplug: „You have been removed by Christiane 🌻.“ A classic, whiny rage kick. In her boundless simplicity, she believes in all seriousness that the fundamental "problem" could be solved by simply blocking a single mobile phone number. In such a confusing, public and massivel
y frequented WhatsApp group, whose invitation link circulates freely on the net, this is about as effective as trying to extinguish a forest fire with a disposable pipette or exhausting the ocean with a teaspoon. One account is blocked, three new ones sprout from the digital floor.

If this blockage was intended as a final intimidation, it was spectacular, catastrophic and backfired with full force. Not only did we swallow the bait, we sank the whole damn fishing boat and got really hot now. This clumsy censorship was the ultimate confirmation that we have stung a massive hornet's nest of rip-offs, blatant incompetence and high-grade criminal energy here. We stay on it, deeper, louder and more persistent than ever. In the event that our second, third or fourth account also falls victim to Ms Sonnenblume's purges, we will always gratefully accept new invitation links and evidence. Send us your screenshots from the group directly to scam@derlemue.com. If you want to watch the tragedy yourself or document it from the inside, you can find the open gate to the digital slaughterhouse here (group link: https://chat.whatsapp.com/BU2orAnWuza7yky6KeZAR9?s=cl&p=a&mlu=4).

The show has just begun, the masks have fallen, and we won't rest for a second until this parasitic swamp is drained to the last drop.

The academization of the pine cone#

Once upon a time, children simply pulled the front door behind them, ran into the nearest forest, and returned with dirty knees. This was commonly called "playing". But this unregulated, downright anarchic form of leisure is obviously no longer reasonable in the modern helicopter age. Today, the average six-year-old needs at least academic support for the professional handling of a branch. Welcome to the highly official "Waldwuslern".

Graduate cane throwing at premium rate#

Let's take a sober look at the educational spearhead of nature experience. To show children between 6 and 10 years old how to muddle in the autumn foliage, the mere presence of a supervisor is no longer enough. No, in cooperation with a local family centre, heavy academic guns are mounted here. The forest spectacle is led by a specialist who not only operates as an environmental and nature educator, but also holds a degree as a Dipl.-Ing. (University of Applied Sciences) in horticulture as well as a bachelor's degree in social work. One inevitably asks oneself: Does the construction of a dwarf house made of moss and bark recently need a static acceptance according to the strict DIN standard?

However, it gets really absurd when you look at pricing. The little ones can go into the woods for a whopping 100 euros! With three children, parents are spending a breathtaking 300 euros for their offspring to dig in the dirt for two hours each under supervision. This is a downright outrageous hourly rate for the groundbreaking service of watching children get dirty, and easily exceeds the fees of some specialist lawyers.

The bullshit bingo of the forest experience#

It is particularly amusing when you look at the lofty learning goals on the flyer. Where in the past people simply raged aimlessly, today they have to methodically "feel connected" and "recharge their batteries". The children should "come to rest", "get creative" and "experience adventure" under graduate guidance. This reads less like an afternoon for elementary school students and more like the sophisticated marketing concept of an overpriced burnout retreat for stressed-out DAX board members. If children still manage to play with sticks completely free of charge and without diplomatic supervision, parents should probably have them tested for giftedness quickly. Anyone who picks up a pine cone without a trained horticultural engineer pedagogically framing this process is obviously doing superhuman things.

The Elitist Child Disposal#

But behind this bizarre offer hides a much sadder social truth. It is the perfect business model for a generation of parents who simply refuse to spend time outdoors with their offspring. Instead of getting their shoes dirty together on the weekend, jumping through puddles with the children and building a dwarf house, the offspring would rather be deported at a high price.

You buy yourself a clear conscience for 100 euros per session and, above all, one thing: two hours of undisturbed peace and quiet to just get rid of the child. The simple experience of nature is completely outsourced, legitimized with academic titles and provided with a completely crazy price tag so that you don't have to make an effort yourself. The message is unmistakable: real slush is only beneficial for child development if it has previously been approved by a qualified engineer – and the parents can drink their latte macchiato undisturbed in the meantime.