Commander-in-Chief of German Leitkultur |
Perhaps the telephone hotline between Regensburg and Berlin is sizzling over how to hone the final wording before going pubic, oops, I mean of course public in this delicate matter.
The problem faced is not an easy one to solve. How do you phrase the fact that some from the Religious Gang of Catholics at this Bavarian shrine of mellifluous singing just had a fancy for, god, do I feel uneasy, well, sucking cock and stuff. How do you frame that without sounding offending but rather as the latest subtle distillation of the Highest of High German Cultures? Even more so, when one of the main gang leaders was the brother of that prick that used to be a Poop, err, I meant to say Pope.
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