Merkel politician, Walter Lübcke , found dead in his garden with gunshot to head

15 Replies to “Merkel politician, Walter Lübcke , found dead in his garden with gunshot to head”

1. I think a few days ago a lot of people were saying that the Germans would never rebel. Looks like at least one of them has decided to let the far left know they aren’t the only ones who are capable of violence.

   If I were a German member of AfD, either a politician or just ordinary member I would be watching my back right now, the left can’t let this attack (probably revenge for the attacks on the AfD politicians) go without striking back. If they don’t strike back antifa and other leftist groups will loose credibility in the eyes of the intimidated.

   I think it was Lenin who said that the purpose of terror was to terrorize people.

   • Merkel is not above using this assassination to utterly obliterate german’s remaining freedoms. Wait for it. She will do something full Stasi any day now.

     • Yes it was I who said watch out for the German anger and someone else said it will never happen. Well, only time will tell, but never underestimate the ruthlessness of a communist from East Germany. Merkel danced from East to West and never missed a beat.

     • We can expect that the Leftist Government will use this as an excuse to crack down on the freedom lovers. This is when we will see if the Germans are capable of liberating themselves, if the German people start fighting back the German Government will crack down even more and this time they will include the Cultural Enrichers in the victim profile. That is when the ordinary Germans will have a chance to take back their nation.

       They may not be able to but the only real chance they will have is when the Invaders start taking on the German Government.

2. I’m impressed that there is even one German remaining in that country with the spine required to shoot a totalitarian bureaucrat. Unless, of course, Merkel had him killed in order to justify mass weapons confiscations.

   I’ve heard for years that German citizens have been buying handguns on the black market as a way to protect themselves from the muslim hordes. Maybe the death of a high profile but ultimately low power bureaucrat is what Merkel needed to justify disarming the public.

   • Thats pretty much exactly how I see it.

     • That idea occurred to me but it will still end up with the Invaders revolting which will give the German people a chance to take over. They may not succeed but it is about the only chance they will have to retake their nation.

       “Never take counsel of your fears.” General George Patton

       Old “Blood and Guts” (Our Blood and His Guts) had a large number of faults but he was one of the greatest Generals who ever lived.

       He is another General that was hated by all of my relatives who served under him. Bradley was loved, and not just because he is a local boy.

3. Let us not rule out the possibility that this is a Muslim hit job.

   • What would be the motive? I mean what a great irony if it was, and that alone makes it likely. That and that muslims think killing is the answer to everything.

     But why would a muslim kill the guy who felt that Germans should leave Germany if they didnt like all these muslims?

     • This is the most unlikely of the scenarios that have been given, still possibly but unlikely.

       For this to be the case he would have to have been doing something to upset the Moslems. It could be that they did this to show their power but it is probably early for killings like that.

4. Nothing, but nothing puts the fear into these despots like decapitation strikes.
   While they think nothing of killing tens of thousands, or, indeed, in the case of communists, hundreds of millions playing geopolitics for profit and personal enrichment, the leadership is inviolate and untouchable.
   Dreck.
   I have always been a big proponent of going after the leadership caste. The ne plus ultra of military operations is to destroy the HQ group. Cut off the head, and the body dies.
   Keep the pressure on. claw at the eyes, strike at the head.
   This is a tactic that terrifies the statists. They are out numbered, badly, and they know it.
   Their plan can only succeed if the citizen is convinced they are powerless.
   We are not. Apply their own tactics against the head of the beast.
   One arrow, one life. Make it count. This wins wars.

   • “Nothing, but nothing puts the fear into these despots like decapitation strikes.
     While they think nothing of killing tens of thousands, or, indeed, in the case of communists, hundreds of millions playing geopolitics for profit and personal enrichment, the leadership is inviolate and untouchable.”

     For this latest afterbirth-that-passes-for-Western-leadership, there’s no battalion too good to throw away on the next Hamburger Hill. I have always maintained that they’ll only wake up when their own spawn and sprogs get hurled into the meat grinder.

     By then, of course, it’ll be far too late for worrying about women and children.

     “I have always been a big proponent of going after the leadership caste. The ne plus ultra of military operations is to destroy the HQ group. Cut off the head, and the body dies.”

     As a major league fan of massively disproportionate retaliation, I subscribe to North Korea’s “Three Generations” policy. The entire gene pools of Islam’s top clerical, scholastic, financial, and political echelons require shock chlorinating.

     “Keep the pressure on. claw at the eyes, strike at the head.”

     It slays me that the West has spent trillions chopping off the Islamic snake’s tail. That only silences these sidewinders when they should be rattling around in jail cells or, preferably, lard-lined coffins.

     “This is a tactic that terrifies the statists. They are out numbered, badly, and they know it.”

     They always have been. It’s rare in history, tho, when a nation’s military isn’t directly in the pocket of one specific political ideologue or junta. This, perhaps, explains exactly why the 1% is so fritterpated right about now.

     If America’s standing military and healthy veterans don’t like what they see, woe betide the treasonous turds that get stepped on in the process of mopping up.

     “Their plan can only succeed if the citizen is convinced they are powerless.
     We are not. Apply their own tactics against the head of the beast.
     One arrow, one life. Make it count. This wins wars.”

     Has anybody paused to notice how almost all brands of MSM and Social Media (along with many forms of live performance) purposefully entrain distracting or hypnotic elements in their content?

     This is high tech panem et circenses.

     PS: Is there still time for dictionaries to define the Bundestag as a “Merkel jerk”?

     • If America’s standing military and healthy veterans don’t like what they see, woe betide the treasonous turds that get stepped on in the process of mopping up.

       Towards the end of the Obama days there were some very interesting rumors.

   • I don’t know your MOS but it sounds like it was one of the more interesting ones.

5. “This is the politician who told German people that if they did not like Merkel’s mass immigration policies they should feel free to leave Germany.”

   Be it life in general or a small German town, some make this world a better place by entering it, others when they leave Germany it.

   Too bad it wasn’t an unattended gut shot. I hear they’re the “prison-wife” of bullet wounds.

   If anybody questions my right to wish something like that upon another human being, I’ll put this as plainly as possible:

   Had I been Walter Lübcke, no assassin would ever have laid a finger on me—as I’d have died of shame or pummeled myself to death with a hammer out of disgrace. In a sane world, Lübcke ought to have been kneeling on a street corner (like any good whore) waiting for someone to come along and “service” him—because that’s sure as hell the only way I could ever show my face in public ever again after the treason that’s gone on in Germany.

   Catch me doing something like Merkel’s posse, and I’ll help you put up my own “Wanted Dead or and Alive” posters. Capiche?

   If there’s a way to hate these psychically barren 1%, cultural race traitors even more, I’d like to know what that way is.

   From the cynosure of all High Cuisine Comedy, “Chef!”, I shall excerpt a Lenny Henry tirade that easily ranks along side John Cleese’s rant in the architect sketch (Episode 17 of Monty Python’s Flying Circus, ‘The Buzz Aldrin Show’).

   Chef!:

   [A customer has asked for salt]

   Gareth: Nothing else you wanted, was there?

   Customer: What?

   Gareth: A splash of Lea & Perrins? A dollop of Daddies to stir into the artichoke and Hollandaise coulis? It really is no trouble, we could send someone into town. I can get you any thing you like to enhance the flavor of your food. Salad Cream, Newman’s Own, Branston Pickle. You only have to ask. A little Tabasco perhaps, or barbecue sauce, a spoonful of sandwich spread maybe. A nice packet of cheese and onion flavor crisps to sprinkle over your monkfish and salmon gratin. We could even get you a prawn vindaloo, or family sized pack of chicken drumsticks or menu Beef for two persons with special fried rice and extra sweet and sour pork balls if you like, I mean we don’t mind going to a bit of trouble to please the customers here, really. SALT!!! I’m going back to my kitchen now although GOD KNOWS WHY! I mean, do you have any idea of number of highly-skilled man hours over a three-day period have gone into producing this dish?! Which is brought to your table at the zenith of its powers? Its taste, flavors, texture and temperature at the peak of perfection, and WITHOUT TASTING IT YOU CALL FOR SALT?

   Lola: Your salt, sir.

   Gareth: I hate you with a passion you can only dream of…. bon appétit.

   _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

   Mr. Wiggin: Yes, well, of course, this is just the sort blinkered philistine pig ignorance I’ve come to expect from you non-creative garbage. You sit there on your loathsome, spotty behinds squeezing blackheads, not caring a tinker’s cuss about the struggling artist. (shouting) You excrement! You lousy hypocritical whining toadies with your lousy colour TV sets and your Tony Jacklin golf clubs and your bleeding masonic handshakes! You wouldn’t let me join, would you, you blackballing bastards. Well I wouldn’t become a freemason now if you went down on your lousy, stinking, purulent knees and begged me.