Some sick kids come from ‘Dortmund’ I guess. Unless of course you know, they aren’t really from Dortmund but from a place more known to kill people for trivial reasons.
The main culprit, according to the investigators, was a student of the chemistry and German teacher: Serkan (16) had been so dissatisfied with the grading by the senior teacher of Martin Luther King Comprehensive School (780 students, with anti-bullying projects) that he repeatedly fought with his teacher. “He felt treated so unfairly that he wanted to get rid of the teacher,” said the spokesman for the prosecutor, Felix Giesenregen (33). The adolescent is said to have instigated a classmate (17) and a friend (18) to help him kill the teacher.
Direct link:
https://www.bitchute.com/video/PJ1LjjzN9TfI/
Suddenly this song seems a lot less charming than it once did.
Thank you MissPiggy for all this work.
We can expect to see actions like this in all Western Nations as we are culturally enriched and the left destroys more of the school systems.
It might be worthwhile to take a few snippets of this Interview of Constantin Schreiber presenting his Book “Kinder des Koran: (Children of the Quran)
(Some of those People from Leftist Bremen didn’t seem to like what he had to say about their Islamic Pet-projects of Terror.)
He collected Islamic School Books on his travels as Journalist from Afghanistan to Egypt.
Quite interesting what is being printed with our Taxes.
Nothing new.
Newspaper report Thursday 26 May 2011
“Four Muslim men were jailed today after they carried out a brutal attack on an RE teacher because they did not approve of him teaching religious studies to Muslim girls.
Gary Smith, 38, received “appalling injuries” after he was set upon by the gang as he walked to work at Central Foundation Girls’ School in Bow, east London, on July 12 last year.”
https://www.standard.co.uk/news/teacher-subjected-to-brutal-attack-four-muslims-jailed-6405727.html
“Suddenly this song seems a lot less charming than it once did.”
Personally, I never really saw the charm in waxing lyrical about crushing people’s skulls with a blunt instrument. Evidently, even some of the Beatles were less than enamored of McCartney’s little creative orgy.
From the link: Paul McCartney wrote this song, which is about a medical student (Maxwell Edison) who kills people. The lyric is whimsical dark comedy culled from McCartney’s imagination. Growing up, his family loved to make up outrageous stories and tell tall tales, and this seeped into McCartney’s songwriting, as he often made up characters for his songs. John Lennon, on the other hand, would usually base his songs on real people and events.
Paul McCartney said of this song: “It epitomizes the downfalls in life. Just when everything is going smoothly, Bang! Bang! Down comes Maxwell’s Silver Hammer and ruins everything.”
McCartney played a Moog synthesizer, but there is a much more unusual instrument on this song as well: an anvil. It’s a blacksmith’s tool that showed up in a lot of those wonderfully violent Looney Tunes cartoons when a heavy object was needed for comic effect. Ringo is the one who banged on the anvil, which was rented from a company that supplied stage props.
John Lennon didn’t play on this song – he was not at the sessions for this because he was recovering from a car accident. Lennon abased the track in later interviews, saying he hated the song and that McCartney used way too much studio time recording it.
McCartney has never implied a specific inspiration for this song, but fans speculated that he was expressing his frustrations with certain people in the band’s inner circle, perhaps hoping that a figurative hammer would crash down on Yoko Ono or their manager, Allen Klein.
The recording sessions went on for three days (July 9-11, 1969) as McCartney tried to get it just right. This strained his already tense relationship with the Beatles, who broke up soon after recording Abbey Road. In a 2008 interview with Rolling Stone magazine, Ringo Starr said, “The worst session ever was ‘Maxwell’s Silver Hammer.’ It was the worst track we ever had to record. It went on for f–king weeks. I thought it was mad.”
NR: The “quality” (or profound lack thereof) of everything McCartney recorded after his departure from the Beatles—with the sole exception of his first album—was that of unmitigated drek. I can write better songs than his treacly shit and here’s proof.
The Other Side of Sunrise
(Accompanied with solo six-string steel string acoustic guitar)
On the other side of sunrise
The stars shine in your eyes
As the moonlight fills my nighttime
The sun’s high in your skies
I can’t begin to tell you
And there is no way to say
What can I whisper to you
When you’re half a world away
[Chorus]
Because you’re half a world away
Even though we’re close to heart
Don’t know just what to say now
Don’t know just where to start
I can’t begin to tell you
And there is no way to say
What can I whisper to you
When you’re half a world away
Listen to the wind tell stories
Of lifting the eagle’s wings
High above far mountain valleys
Into my ear it sings
Of leaves and trees and clouds above you
All the changes in your sky
It says we’ve shared a breath of air
That traveled on the clouds gone by
Because you’re half a world away
Even though we’re close to heart
Don’t know just what to say now
Don’t know just where to start
I can’t begin to tell you
And there is no way to say
What can I whisper to you
When you’re half a world away
[Instrumental Break]
River racing to the ocean
Turns high upon the tide
Sun sweeps ‘cross the mountain valleys
Into my arms held wide
I’m waiting for the rainbow
Wait until you’re by my side
Tears fall from a blue eye
Into the waters wide
Because you’re half a world away
Even though we’re close to heart
Don’t know just what to say now
Don’t know just where to start
I can’t begin to tell you
And there is no way to say
What can I whisper to you
When you’re half a world away
On the other side of sunrise
The stars shine in your eyes
As the moonlight fills my nighttime
The sun’s high in your skies
I can’t begin to tell you
And there is no way to say
What can I whisper to you
When you’re half a world away
What can I whisper to you
When you’re half a world away…
Fuck “Sir” Paul McCartney and the gazillions he squirreled away from spending decades filling the public’s ears and minds with his unadulterated sphincter juice. He can take that opportunistic, child molesting “Ebony” needle dick, stroke it lovingly all night, and then stick it straight up his “Ivory” vegetarian ass.