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Ich glaub, wenn der sich einfach selbst ne Lärmschutzwand hingestellt hätte, hätte keiner gemeckert. 
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So wie das da hergerichtet ist, ging es dem Mann wohl eher darum, den ehemaligen Bahnhof ansehnlich und zugänglich zu gestalten und nicht darum, den Verkehr dort zu behindern.
Das passiert, wenn man im DPM keine Modellbaumessen mehr abhalten kann! Die Boomer drehen durch!
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Das passiert, wenn man im DPM keine Modellbaumessen mehr abhalten kann! Die Boomer drehen durch!
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Ich distanizier mich als Hobbyschienist von diesen Militaristen mit ihren Tötungsmaschinenmodellen. Nicht das Loks nicht jedes Jahr in DE für mehr Todesfälle verantwortlich sind, aber es geht hier ums Prinzip.
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Gut, wenn in D im Jahr soviele Leopard-2-Kilometer wie Lok-Kilometer anfielen sähe diese Figur anders aus, mein Sohn
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Das ist ein Wasserkran und kein Wasserturm! 
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Also wenn wir schon klugscheißen, ist das natürlich auch kein Bahnübergang, sondern ein Reisendenübergang. Bestenfalls.
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[Dieser Beitrag wurde 1 mal editiert; zum letzten Mal von Arkhobal am 30.05.2023 15:30]
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Was ist denn los alter.
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Zudem wurde auf dem Bahnsteig zwischen den Gleisen 41/42 ein Wasserturm errichtet, der die Profilfreiheit der Strecke einschränken könnte. Eine Genehmigung liegt für keines der beiden Bauwerke vor. Fußgängerüberweges sowie des Wasserturmes durch die Deutsche Bahn AG liegt nicht vor.
Laut Zeugen sollen die Bauarbeiten an verschiedenen Wochenenden durch einen Anwohner durchgeführt worden sein. Er sagte, er habe die Arbeiten ehrenamtlich gemacht und, dass er den Übergang nur erneuert habe, da dieser brüchig gewesen sein soll. | |
Kann man mal machen, wenn einem langweilig ist.  WTF ey, unfassbar.
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Der hat doch bestimmt vorher Bahnsimulationsspiele und Straßenbausimulationsspiele gespielt! Verbietet Spiele, die Arbeit simulieren! Oder gleich Arbeit verbieten.
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| | LEPOSAVIC/BELGRAD rtr/afp/taz | Bei gewaltsamen Protesten ethnischer Serben infolge der Kommunalwahlen im Kosovo sind nach Nato-Angaben rund zwei Dutzend Soldaten der Kfor-Friedenstruppe verletzt worden. Die zum Schutz von Rathäusern eingesetzten Soldaten seien am Montag aus Menschenmengen heraus mit explodierenden Brandsätzen angegriffen worden, teilte die Kosovo Force (Kfor) der Nato mit.
Rund 25 Soldaten aus Italien und Ungarn hätten Knochenbrüche und Verbrennungen erlitten. Die aus ethnischen Albanern bestehende Polizei ging Augenzeugen zufolge mit Tränengas gegen die Proteste vor. Das serbische Staatsfernsehen berichtete, auch zwei Serben seien verletzt worden.
Der EU-Außenbeauftragte Josep Borrell verurteilte am späten Montag die Zusammenstöße. Die Gewalt gegen die Nato-Friedenstruppen sei „absolut inakzeptabel“. „Die EU fordert die Behörden des Kosovo und die Demonstranten auf, die Situation sofort und bedingungslos zu deeskalieren“, schrieb Borrell auf dem Kurznachrichtendienst Twitter. Er forderte einen sofortigen Dialog.
Auch am Dienstag blieb die Lage angespannt. Vor der Stadtverwaltung in Zvecan hatten sich erneut serbische Demonstranten versammelt. Wie ein AFP-Journalist vor Ort beobachtete, stellten Soldaten der Nato-geführten Friedensmission im Kosovo eine Metallbarriere um die Verwaltung auf und hinderten hunderte Serben daran, in das Gebäude einzudringen. | |
https://taz.de/Konflikt-im-Kosovo/!5937829/
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| | Nach gewalttätigen Ausschreitungen im Kosovo entsendet die Nato Hunderte zusätzliche Soldaten in den Kosovo. Das teilte das Reservekommando in Neapel auf Twitter mit.
Demnach sei der Einsatz eines Bataillons der sogenannten Operational Reserve Forces (ORF) entschieden worden.
Ein weiteres multinationales Bataillon von Reservekräften sei in erhöhte Einsatzbereitschaft versetzt worden. | |
https://www.t-online.de/nachrichten/deutschland/aussenpolitik/id_100184004/nato-schickt-hunderte-zusaetzliche-soldaten-in-den-kosovo.html
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ach, das muss doch jetzt nicht auch noch sein 
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Es brennt mal wieder ein Moor - diesmal war es aber nicht die Bundeswehr.
| | | Im Hohen Venn an der deutsch-belgischen Grenze brennt seit Montagabend vertrocknetes Gras im Hochmoor. 170 Hektar sind verbrannt. Mehr als 100 Feuerwehrleute aus Eupen, Aachen und der Eifel sind im Einsatz. | |
| | Feuer wohl von unachtsamen Wanderern gelegt
Die Brandbekämpfer gehen von "menschlicher Unachtsamkeit" als Ursache aus. Immer wieder sichtet die Feuerwehr Wanderer, die trotz der offensichtlichen Trockenheit den Grill in der Natur anwerfen. | |
https://www.tagesschau.de/inland/grossbrand-im-hohen-venn-100.html
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[Dieser Beitrag wurde 1 mal editiert; zum letzten Mal von -Marvin- am 30.05.2023 15:55]
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Es ist ein sehr guter, wenn auch langer und wenig überraschender, Read.
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In Firefox F9 für die Leseansicht drücken. Oder das A4 Blatt neben dem Favoritenstern in der Adressleiste.
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18–22 Minuten
Why did I stop posting about Rammstein? Good question. I’m going to put this under the cut.
Hi there. Let me tell you about my concert experience. I went to see Rammstein this summer and I can tell you I was so excited to finally be seeing them. I managed to score a ticket, my first Rammstein show, and I was going on vacation. Exciting right?
Day of the show approaches, I get ready and head out to the arena. It rains, of course, because what’s a music festival without a torrential downpour? Everyone’s drenched, I feel like a drowned rat, and the merch booth lines are crazy. Rammstein was going to do a signing, the line for that was insane. I manage to score the very last Rammstein tour shirt at the merch booths and I’m in a great mood. The rain let up and stopped, I got the last shirt and I was in line for the signing, so everything at this point is going fine. Rammstein was late, it rained again, I caught Ministry’s entire set then hopped back in line just in time for their arrival.
I get closer and I’m freaking out a little bit, I finally get to meet them (sort of) and they’ll sign something of mine. My vest was what I decided to ask them to sign so I pass it off. Till is handed the vest by the staff and its all folded up. “Hang on,” I said to him before yanking it off the table to lay it flat in front of him. He looked a bit confused and I mumbled something about “sorry he had it wrong but you can sign along the bottom. I’m going to sew them in later.” I have no idea if he understood me because he literally just??? stared????? at me??? (It freaked me out later but for now I thought nothing of it.) Then he signed it and passed it along to Paul and I thanked him before stepping over. Paul looked at it for a minute and smiled at me then signed it. Schneider was peering over Paul’s shoulder at it, he was doing this for literally everything before it got to him.
(P.S. Schneider, thank u 4 existing)
Paul passes the vest to him and he’s looking at all the patches, pointing at some of them. I can’t remember what ones he pointed at but then he stopped when he noticed the patch. He started nudging the hell out of Oliver and Paul on either side of him who didn’t seem to be as enthusiastic as he was but they sort of nodded at it. I was floored he noticed it and then he just sighed (!!!) at it before finally signing the vest. Then he passes it to Oliver. I swear to god, that man is the calmest person alive. He looked it over too before carefully picking a spot, and signing it. He looked like he was thinking about something (probably about the sands of time or something serious idk) and then he passes the vest to Richard. Richard was wearing sunglasses (since the sun was setting in their faces) and he sort of nodded at me when he got the vest. He signed it and I thanked him quietly but I could hardly talk because I was so nervous. I took my vest and moved out of the tent. Strangely enough, a woman in the tent next to theirs approaches me and asks if I want to go backstage and to the aftershow with Rammstein.
Yes. Was that even a question? She gives me a bracelet and tells me where to go and what time. Naturally, I forget because I’m me, and instead go into the crowd to try to get to the front row. Too many mosh pits later, I’m squished like a sardine with a guy who basically turned into my bodyguard in the third or fourth row of people. Everything’s great, the band looks good in the new(ish) stage costumes, the music sounds awesome, theres fire, all that good stuff.
Right around the first “finale”, I notice a girl dancing around off to the side sort of in the stage area. Then it hits me. I was supposed to be backstage! After talking to too many arena security guys who had no clue what was going on, I hopped the barricade and walked off to another area to find out what was going on. I had to get backstage before the show ended so I could find out about the afterparty. I get back there during the encore, spot some girls I had seen earlier and we chat.
It’s so strange to be backstage, watching the band moving around and performing and you get to look out at the lights and crowd with them. Here’s where things start to get a little weird.
"Yeah they told us no phones and no pictures backstage.“
Well that’s not unreasonable, they probably don’t want us getting in the way to get a picture. All the fire’s probably a bit dangerous too. Imagine the headlines if a fan got roasted while trying to get just the right shot of Paul. (I’m sure he’d appreciate the dedication to photography though.)
"We all got a shot of tequila from Till too, I’m scared mine’s got cocaine in it.”
Ok that’s a bit much but if you’re afraid I understand that. I don’t think everyone’s shot is drugged. At least I hope not. At this point, I feel I should mention that everyone chosen to come backstage is female, early twenties to maybe thirty at the oldest? I was paying more attention to the band and music though so I didn’t think much of it. While the band is still playing, another security guard comes to get everyone who was chosen to be backstage. He leads us through the backstage area and back out into the “field” during their finale. I wish I got to see the Engel wings up close but alas, we had to all wait in the middle of the field until the party. The band finishes and then we (the girls) start talking. Some are worried about their friends who they got split up from and the numbers start to dwindle. A few worried girls head back to their friends or whoever, worried about how to get home, etc. [Note: It’s been about two months since the show so I may have forgotten some details but for the most part, this is everything that happened.]
"No phones,“ they tell us again. “When you get back there, don’t bother the band at all. Don’t ask for pictures, no signatures, or anything like that. Don’t talk to them,” (Imagine not talking to the band that threw the party???) “and let them relax. They’ll talk to you if they want to.”
What kind of fucking rules are those? No pictures? Understandable, they’re tired and have just come off stage. No signatures? Yeah that’s fine, there was a signing tent earlier so I can see why they wouldn’t want to sign about thirty more girls things. But don’t talk to them?? All right…
This is where it starts to feel strange. We go up into the stadium, into one of those luxury box type things for football games and the like. Lots of chairs and a table full of booze. And water. Got to stay hydrated before you get fucking smashed I guess. The security (a mix between the stadium staff and the road crew) told us to get comfortable, we’d meet the band shortly.
A few of the girls I talked to were super anxious about the no phone rule. Some of them had been pretty much told off for even having it on the table near them. Lots of us were looking for chargers because at that point in the night, everyone’s phone had died. That didn’t matter to the staff. Eventually they loosened up when they (hopefully) realized how unrealistic it was to tell us we couldn’t even look at our phones.
Let me say two things at this point; 1.) I should have seen what happened next coming from a mile away but I was too “naive” and 2.) some of the girls voiced their concern (to each other) about how sketchy this situation was becoming. What did I do? Poured some vodka and juice, (there was only that or beer and water) sat back, and waited nervously. I was there on my own. I originally went to Chicago and met up with another tumblr user (whose name I will leave out because I don’t want to drag her into this), but we got separated fairly quickly once the concert started. (If you’re reading this, sorry for the millionth time. You were better off in the crowd to be honest, because the party…)
One of the girls I sat with was like, “We’re all really pretty in different ways! They picked the good slam pieces huh??” Oh. Fuck. That’s what we’re here for, isn’t it? Now I’m pretty tall (I was right at eye level with Till) and can be somewhat threatening if I try but most of the girls weren’t very tall or anything so I got even more nervous. None of us were in any state to fend someone off if they did decide that we were “worthy slam pieces”. I stuck pretty closely to another girl I met there, because she realized why we were there but was trying to remain optimistic.
After everyone had a drink, they told us that the guys were downstairs and the party was starting. Cool. Got to the elevator and only one security guard asked “is everyone 21?” No real reply. He shrugged. It wasn’t his responsibility at that point I suppose. We get split into two groups and head downstairs, I waited and went with the second group. Everyone’s excited and buzzing, and for a minute, no one seems worried anymore. We get to meet Rammstein, isn’t that crazy???
Once I arrived downstairs, I saw Till. Oh shit, they were serious, there’s Till right there. He’s having a drink and laughing with a few people and he sorta greets some people as they walk in. I look around and see mostly road crew and a few older guys who I’m assuming work with management or whatever. More drinks are out and a tray of forgotten and cold ass sandwiches were out there but none of us went for the food. A few girls instantly flock to Till, and he speaks. “No, fuck you!” He says to the pretty girl who’s attached herself to his hip. She giggles. Charming.
Not exactly what I expected to hear but I’m not shocked. Among other things I heard; “This vodka makes me horny”, “I like his nipple”, and assorted cringey phrases that would fit right in with any song from Skills and Pills. I’m starting to dislike Till more and more by the second but I ignore it. If I personally knew anyone who spoke the way he did, I’d fucking deck them. Oh but that’s just Till! He’s purposely gross because it’s for the art and pushing boun– no, he’s actually just crass and he acted like an overgrown thirteen year old. (But maybe I’m being harsh.)
What about the other guys, I’m sure you’re asking.
They weren’t there! Surprise! When they said meet Rammstein, they meant “meet Till” which really meant “maybe Till will fuck you if you try hard enough”. Actually, someone said they saw Flake leaving when they came in (and goddamn it I wish Flake took me with him.) Now I’m sure someone is thinking, “well why were you there if you weren’t trying to fuck them?“
Listen to me. I would not fuck Till with a ten foot pole if my life fucking depended on it. I was not there to fuck the band. I wanted to actually meet them and maybe chat with them while meeting other cool fans. I’m not looking down on anyone who did want to fuck Till. By all means, it’s your right to fuck whatever consenting person you’d like! It’s a rock band, what do you expect? was a question I’ve been asked when I shared my experience. Well certainly not what I saw. Now if this was Rammstein ten, fifteen years ago, I wouldn’t have been disgusted. I would have expected it. But I’ve seen and heard too many ‘normal’ accounts of people meeting Rammstein and the parties being halfway decent (or at least having more than one fucking member present.)
I digress. The party itself wasn’t much of a party. I found out later, only women were invited. I heard Milkshake more times than I care to remember, and most of the music was horribly outdated as if someone was asked to play popular American music but had no idea of what music past 2004 sounded like. For a second, I thought Oliver had showed up. But then I quickly realized that this guy had a tattoo and didn’t really share any similar traits aside from a beard and height. He was actually the “DJ”, if you could even call it that.
The “rooms” were actually a curtained off space. About ten minutes in, I went to the bathroom and cut back through the second room and I saw Till. And two topless girls making out. And another older guy watching on with Till. I went back into the other room immediately, not wanting to be a part of the spectacle. They were just watching them for the fuck of it? Haha, I wish. I stayed out of that room for the rest of the night and eventually they ‘closed’ (re: used binder clips to keep the curtain shut) that area off so only the guys who wanted to go in there could. And they did. Remember the girl I mentioned Till swearing at within the first two minutes? Well they started kissing in the party (much to the disappointment of quite a few girls) and then he led her into that room. They were gone for about a half hour or so and when they emerged, she looked quite pleased with herself. She was wrapped around him for the next twenty minutes or so, fixing her hair, etc. I don’t think I need to spell that one out for you.
The road crew was all over us, chatting us up and pouring us drinks. It all felt vey predatory to be blunt, all these older men drinking with us and hitting on us. I saw someone from the In Amerika documentary too, hitting on us (by the way, fuck you, you sleazy old fuck.) The rest of the band never showed although I’m sort of glad they didn’t. Although I’m not sure if the rest of them are above the parties so to say, I don’t want to find out. Some of the girls left once Till disappeared the first time. Why didn’t I leave? In my mind, I wasn’t about to leave a bunch of drunk young girls/women in a room with scummy ass older men. If anything, I was going to stick around in case shit went south with anyone who wasn’t consenting. (But drunkenness and consent don’t exactly go together, do they?) What was I really going to do to a bunch of men, some of whom were bigger than I was? Fucking drop them if it came down to it.
One of the road guys was speaking in German to the Oliver lookalike and was asking “Einfach?” and pointing at the girl he was talking to. My head snapped to them and I could have screamed. He was asking, is she easy? Simple? I wanted to pulverize that snarky little fucker where he sat. The Oliver lookalike looked a little uneasy and just kept smiling as if he didn’t want to be overheard. He never got with the girl even though he walked with her outside the stadium after the party. At one point, I ended up doing a shot with Till and the girl who referred to us all as slam pieces, and I gotta tell you; he had the creepiest look in his eyes. He laughed when I poured way too much into my own shot, and for a second I wasn’t feeling too worried. Maybe he wasn’t so bad but then when I looked at him after the shot, I instantly felt my stomach turn. He looked confused?? The same look I got at the tent actually. So I ran off to the bathroom and promptly puked. Once the girl left Till’s side, another girl slid into her spot and she kissed him as well. A few other girls kissed him, hell I could have kissed him if I wanted to. He wasn’t discriminating that’s for sure. Although we were all picked by the woman with the bracelets beforehand so maybe that’s why. I was furious then, thinking how could this woman just hand us off to these men, knowing exactly what the parties were about. But then again, we should have expected that right?? (Side note: there was a disappointingly slim variety of women there, mainly all white women between the ages of twenty to thirty, all fitting the ‘rocker’ look I suppose. The girl I stuck around with, who I believe was Latina, and myself were the darkest girls there for fuck’s sake.
It was like watching a revolving door, Till would disappear and reappear with girls trying to get his attention each time. He made eye contact with me multiple times, and I felt so uncomfortable. I felt like he was sizing me up like I was a piece of meat because his stare was so …eerie. I did my best to avoid his gaze and if I did happen to catch it, I’d look as standoffish and bitchy as possible. I didn’t want him to even look in my fucking direction. His ‘flirting technique’ was so straight white boy, it hurt.
Needless to say, I realized pretty quickly that we were supposed to be the entertainment. How fucking sleazy. Till asked us to sing happy birthday to some guy named Paul (not Landers), and then later on I found out they were looking for girls to give that Paul a lap dance. The girl who told me was very indignant about that, she told me she was insulted because “I get paid to do those daily, I’m not free, thanks.” She was really nice too and generally put off by their shit but seemed mainly unfazed. Some of the other girls were freaked out because when they ended up on the other side of the curtain, Till was fucking whoever. Some of the crew guys managed to get back there with someone as well but I sure as hell wasn’t going over there. Someone asked if the parties were always like the one we were at. “Yeah these parties are mainly for Till, the other guys don’t come to these.“
I wanted to fling a beer bottle at that fucker’s head. Then I wondered …are the other guys aware of these parties? They’re ok with what happens? Do they pretend like they don’t know? But of course, they’re all grown ass men, and fully responsible for their own actions. Maybe they don’t see it as their issue. Maybe they don’t care. Maybe they join in if they’re feeling horny, who knows? After the party ended, we went outside to the front entrance of the stadium and a few of the roadies tagged along, hoping to be able to score some ass and head home with us. I wasn’t having it. I think only one of them managed to get lucky really. The girl I stuck around with was bummed that the afterparty was so shitty. (Shout out to those two blond girls who weren’t having anyone’s shit either. We saw them outside and they said, “This fucking sucks. We came out here for a good time and to see the shows, we saw you guys in the pits, moshing around and raging. That’s what this is all about, the music. Not that shit.” I replied with, “Oh but shouldn’t we feel honored we were chosen to potentially suck Till Lindemann’s dick? And be a fuck toy for the roadies?” They laughed and said “We all came ready to rage and this is just so shitty.”)
I was furious after the party, because how fucking dare they use their status as “rock stars” to try and get us drunk enough to fuck them. I know this type of shit happens all the time in the music industry but to see it first hand was so unnerving and disappointing. I couldn’t listen to Rammstein for a good month after the show. I didn’t want to see them, hear them, be reminded of them, anything. I didn’t want to think about how fucking predatory it all was; tell em they’ll meet the band, get em drunk, and fuck em. After the initial shock and disgust wore off, I found I wasn’t surprised. Not one bit. It got me thinking about how gross and damaging the rock and metal scene is. Let’s glorify all that dumbass behavior, toxic masculinity, and straight up bullshit.
At least I’m pretty enough to get backstage and fuck the roadies right?
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[Dieser Beitrag wurde 2 mal editiert; zum letzten Mal von monischnucki am 30.05.2023 15:59]
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Leider ist er nicht readable.
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Der Lensflaresternenhintergrund machts praktisch unmöglich zu lesen. Einfach c&p in wordpad.
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wer baut denn so ne website
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Ich dachte erst ich stell mich hier nur an. Ich sehe, ich irrte. So eine saublöde scheisse, in der Tat
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Der hat doch bestimmt vorher Bahnsimulationsspiele und Straßenbausimulationsspiele gespielt! Verbietet Spiele, die Arbeit simulieren! Oder gleich Arbeit verbieten.
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Die Verrohung schreitet voran. Parallelgesellschaften. Und das mitten in Deutschland.
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Leider ist er nicht readable.
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Der Lensflaresternenhintergrund machts praktisch unmöglich zu lesen. Einfach c&p in wordpad.
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wer baut denn so ne website
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Kennen sie geocities und myspace?
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Leider ist er nicht readable.
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wer baut denn so ne website
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und wieso hat das p0t das nicht?
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So nach dem Text fänd ichs insgesamt deutlich akzeptabler wenn die einfach eine Art Kassenhäußchen machen würden mit nem Schild wo draufsteht "Wer mit Lindemann ficken will (oder den Roadies, je nachdem), bitte hier anstellen".
Das wäre wenigstens ehrlich und jeder wüsste um was es geht. Aber die Leute mit Backstageparty mit der Band zu ködern und dann in ner Situation zu landen, wo der tolle Till alleine die Leute zum rudelbumsen nötigt, während sie einfach die Fresse zu halten haben und der Rest der Band mit ein bisschen mehr Anstand wegbleibt, weil sie genau wissen was läuft, ist halt unterste Schublade. Ob das dann ohne Nachweis dass Leuten Drogen verpasst wurden schon reicht, um so jemanden dann "Täter" zu heissen muss jeder selbst wissen, für mich persönlich ist das ausreichend.
/e: Und die ganzen Arschgeigen die ihr Stück Bumsfleisch abbekommen wollen bzw. der Rest der Band die dann weggucken weil man dem tollen Till vermutlich besser nicht querkommt gleich mit. Aber vielleicht ist das dann nicht differenziert genug, mir aber egal.
/e²: und natürlich das obligatorische "wenns denn stimmt". Aber wie üblich ist bei solchen Geschichten in der Regel deutlich häufiger was dran, als dass es am Ende falsche Beschuldigungen sind.
/e³: Fuck Kommsetzung und Satzbau hey. Drölzig Edits ftw.
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[Dieser Beitrag wurde 5 mal editiert; zum letzten Mal von El_Hefe am 30.05.2023 16:20]
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So nach dem Text fänd ichs insgesamt deutlich akzeptabler wenn die einfach eine Art Kassenhäußchen machen würden mit nem Schild wo draufsteht "Wer mit Lindemann ficken will (oder den Roadies, je nachdem), bitte hier anstellen".
Das wäre wenigstens ehrlich und jeder wüsste um was es geht. Aber die Leute mit Backstageparty mit der Band zu ködern und dann in ner Situation zu landen, wo der tolle Till alleine die Leute zum rudelbumsen nötigt, während sie einfach die Fresse zu halten haben und der Rest der Band mit ein bisschen mehr Anstand wegbleibt, weil sie genau wissen was läuft, ist halt unterste Schublade. Ob das dann ohne Nachweis dass Leuten Drogen verpasst wurden schon reicht, um so jemanden dann "Täter" zu heissen muss jeder selbst wissen, für mich persönlich ist das ausreichend.
/e: Und die ganzen Arschgeigen die ihr Stück Bumsfleisch abbekommen wollen bzw. der Rest der Band die dann weggucken weil man dem tollen Till vermutlich besser nicht querkommt gleich mit. Aber vielleicht ist das dann nicht differenziert genug, mir aber egal.
/e²: und natürlich das obligatorische "wenns denn stimmt". Aber wie üblich ist bei solchen Geschichten in der Regel deutlich häufiger was dran, als dass es am Ende falsche Beschuldigungen sind.
/e³: Fuck Kommsetzung und Satzbau hey. Drölzig Edits ftw.
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Hab auch den Shit zu 0row gelesen. Das da eine MitarbeiterIN(!), die Vorauswahl auf Fickbarkeit trifft, wtf.
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Ich hab davon bisher noch nie etwas gehört und bin nun unglaublich angewiedert.
Ich höre Rammstein tatsächlich gerne, auch das Soloprojekt von Till Lindemann. Ich habe vor Jahren mal eine Doku über Rammstein gesehen in der Till natürlich auch interviewt wird. Da wirke er auf mich total vernünftig. So nach dem Motto eigentlich total normaler ruhiger Kerl, der auf der Bühne eben seine Rolle spielt, die dazu komplett konträr ist.
Nun das hier zu lesen ist echt so ein WTF-Moment für mich.
Keine Ahnung, ob ich die Musik jemals wieder hören will.
Gerade auf jeden Fall überhaupt nicht.
Zudem frage ich mich wie das ganze einfach bisher komplett an mir vorbeigehen konnte.
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Ohne das mutmaßliche Verhalten von Rammstein relativieren, geschweige denn gut heißen zu wollen, hätte ich vermutet, dass solche Aftershow Parties bei Rock Bands (Rock mal im weitesten Sinne) eher Regel als die Ausnahme sind?
Sex, Drugs and Rock&Roll kommt ja nicht von ungefähr.
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[Dieser Beitrag wurde 1 mal editiert; zum letzten Mal von Aspe am 30.05.2023 17:19]
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Und du glaubst, dass das bei anderen Musikrichtungen anders ist, weil...?
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Es heißt halt nicht Sex, Drugs and HipHop
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Und du glaubst, dass das bei anderen Musikrichtungen anders ist, weil...?
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Weiß nicht, hätte ich bei der Schlagerparade im ZDF eher weniger erwartet.
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Man munkelt aber, dass auch in diesem Rap-Geschäft Bubatz gespritzt wird. Manche behaupten sogar, es sei Blonscho im Spiel.
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Und du glaubst, dass das bei anderen Musikrichtungen anders ist, weil...?
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Weiß nicht, hätte ich bei der Schlagerparade im ZDF eher weniger erwartet.
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Darüber weiß ich zwar nichts Konkretes, aber wirklich unwahrscheinlich ist das nicht. Es ist schon ziemlich krass, was für Persönlichkeiten im Rampenlicht landen (mitunter weil sie so exzentrisch sind). Jazz ist ja z.B. seit ein paar Jahrzehnten ein eher gebildetes Genre, wenn man so will. Und da werden auch unheilige Mengen Koks und Gedöns konsumiert und Egos aufgeplustert mit all seinen fiesen Begleiterscheinungen.
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[Dieser Beitrag wurde 1 mal editiert; zum letzten Mal von Duftibär am 30.05.2023 17:49]
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Weiß nicht, hätte ich bei der Schlagerparade im ZDF eher weniger erwartet.
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Roberto Blanco fucks.
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Weiß nicht, hätte ich bei der Schlagerparade im ZDF eher weniger erwartet.
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Ich wuerde es überall dort erwarten, wo Maenner mit Macht und solchen Moeglichkeiten sind. Wenn in der Szene ein entsprechendes Rollenbild vorherrscht, umso mehr, insofern siedle ich Schlager von der Wahrscheinlichkeit her sogar ziemlich weit vorne an.
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