Mädel Hun and Germany

Wehrmacht Uniform

Today Mädel presented me with a clean jacket that she had taken downstairs to the laundry and later ironed. The trousers have been repaired too and she laid them out on the bed freshly pressed. A pair of clean, shining boots were standing on the floor near the bed, and over the wardrobe door hanged a polished steel helmet.

Mädel came to me and placed her arms around my neck, saying she is pleased to serve the German Mother and follow her Hun over. Freundin said I always obeyed her orders and refused to give any of her cooking secrets to the UK parasites – that is, what little I knew of her secrets – but she said that even one jot would have been one too many!

Having turned down their attempts at paying me five pound notes has been reckoned in my favour, and refusing to surrender when they outlawed me and made me go without, was also counted by her to my credit.

Here is today’s Party song.

Cheating Away

The idea that her work would have been handed over to Buckingham palace and a family trying to replace Jesus Christ, King of the English Folk, with its zombified cohorts in Whitehall figuring out how to steal her grain, was absolutely obnoxious. These people – using a euphemism – tried their hand out at exchanging Sovereign England for the UK, using cheating and lying methods, excommunication and banning in their arsenal of tools.

So long as Alexandra and Angela each have a contract with Germany, says Mädel, she is ready to receive a request to join forces and work at her Hun’s side to style out pages in German on how to implement some economic reforms. The UK ghouls will still be flogging a dead horse claiming the Hun does not exist when Freundin will be waving them be-gone and moving on.


Chancellery


Zusammenarbeit

We could both be working at the same desk, Mädel explaining in English and I the Hun writing it down in German. Pages could be sent on from her Chancellery to the German Chancellery in an advisory capacity.

All this, of-course, can be left for a future time, whenever Germany may wish to make an offer in the field of economics. One way or the other, Mädel will never be working for the ex-UK, nor will this entity ever manage to infiltrate bugs, parasites or other things into her parlour. Put bluntly, she doesn’t work for parasites.

Here is today’s Party march.

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