That’s what Romania’s first lady Elena Ceauşescu bellowed at members of her country’s security forces as they escorted her and her husband Nicolae to their place of execution.
“Mutti” Merkel should have known that the internet’s power of neutering state propaganda raises the bar on a government’s claim to legitimacy. And that German security forces may well be reviewing the Romanian tapes.
Below is my translation of a troll comment that readers paste under Polish-language articles on the subject of the refugee situation in Germany. I saw it under an article about the Tunisian hijacker that plowed a truck into a Christmas market in Berlin:
From a refugee’s diary: “Finally made it to Berlin. In the morning I picked up my benefits package from our boss Merkel. In the queue, I met up with other soldiers from my ISIS unit. They’re telling me that the EU is now requiring us to declare that all of our terror attacks are financed by EU funds because after all, she is the one who brought us here, and it is she who’s paying us. We’re also buying explosive materials with Merkel’s money, so it’s hard to argue with her.
Oh well, she signs our checks so we do things her way. Besides, Ahmed and Ahmed have already gotten second jobs. One is a drug dealer and the other leads a team that robs German apartments. But there are problems with those apartments: wherever he breaks in, there’s already either a colleague from the unit or another ISIS activist there. Mama Merkel has been resettling most of the Germans so now it’s difficult to find a German’s flat to rob. It’s a heavy kebab to bear… on the other hand, Ahmed has his own problems with his apartment situation. He was expecting to move into a house with a pool, but got an flat instead. Mama Merkel explained that he will get his house, but she must first push through new regulations on the quartering of our brothers from ISIS among the Europeans. Then, the owners themselves will move out and the house will be his. Ah, difficult is our lot.
We went shopping at Lidl in the afternoon. As usual, we entered the store thirty-strong, did some shopping, and left. We’ll come back in two months at the latest, after they renovate it. Maybe even the cashier and the security guard have come out of the hospital? Imagine that — they expected us to pay for our purchases! Us, guests of mama Merkel herself! They won’t be asking us anything the second time around but just to be sure, Ahmed cut off a cashier’s tongue. It was so funny! we have now mastered the German tongue. I even felt a bit bad for her, a cute blonde. Almost as pretty as my habibi. I was going to come back and enrich her again, but they took her to the hospital. Oh, well.
In the evening as usual, the fellows went out to hunt for a German women. Policewomen are worth double. They’re ugly as sin but it’s already dark and I close my eyes and somehow imagine that I’m doing it with my habibi.
Tomorrow, my buddy Ahmed is flying in from Turkey, and so is his brother Ahmed with little Ahmed. Couldn’t they have flown me in too? I had to deal with taxi rides through half of Europe! But it’s a lot better now. Mama Merkel says that she will send charter flights to any given country in Africa, because dragging oneself to Turkey is also a hassle. But at least their imam in his white jumpsuit washes our feet. It’s nice after all that walking. Ahmed says that we shouldn’t cut his head off when the time comes, just let him continue washing our feet. We’ll see. Thanks to mama Merkel, things are looking bright. Europe is already ours. A.A.!”
As to the scavengers that were brought to Europe as paramilitaries against her native peoples?
The hyenas feast, until the lion tears them to shreds.