#moinmoin

[balrogballs]

balls what do you think of TROP i can’t remember if you have talked about it

moinmoin! I have not yet seen it, though from a distance I am appreciative of the numerous collection of DILFs it seems to curate: from the sexy orc (?) whom I thought everyone called Adar because he’s DILFy as hell, to Laurence Olivier lite in his little forge, to Goldmember himself (Gil galad), to the bearded sailor looking guy whom I assume is Elendil, there seems to be a great pasture for me to graze gently upon when I do get around to watching 🥬

[universaldoubts]

platzdawart II.

Jener Blockwartaspirant „unseres“ kleinen idyllischen Campingplatzes kommt mir auf einer seiner Kontrolltouren mit seinem abgehalfterten Hundsweib im Schlepptau, entgegen, MOINMOIN mit hochroter Birne aus zehn Metern Entfernung blökend.

Um diesem meine perfekte Idylle störenden Moment, dem griesgrämigen, unvermeidlichen, wankenden Penetranten, einen bescheidenen Vorteil abzuringen, denn diese Gelegenheit gibt er mir nicht oft, frage ich ihn aus gegebenen Anlass, bei wem ich Gäste anmelden muss.

Er deutet seine Befürchtung an: „Janurwennsi übernachtblaim.“

Ich kläre ihn auf, dass mein Sohn mit seiner Freundin übernächste Woche ein paar Tage zu Besuch sein wird. Es ginge ihm nur darum, brabbelt er los, mich fast unterbrechend, dass man wisse, wer hier herumlungere. Sin Frú, in gebührendem Abstand, als könne ich ein Monster sein, nickt dazu langsam. Ich, halbironisch: Nein, die würden hier bestimmt nicht herumlungern und lächele, um die Ironie zu verdeutlichen und Ihnen Gelegenheit zu geben, die Beleidigung meiner Familie in ihrer Aussage zu bemerken. Aber die Alte, an der jede Ironie wie an einem Lotuseffekt abperlt, blökt wie aus der Pistole geschossen:

„Dass kannManniewissn!“

Sie durchbohrt mich mit einem Blick, der klar macht, wer hier die Deutungshoheit hat. Er stößt gleich nochmal nach, das „Gespräch“ in eine deutlich spektakelhaftere Richtung lenkend:

„Die kommen, lungern hier herum und am nächsten Tag fehlt dann ein Wohnwagen!“

Als sei er der Prollschwager von Tatortderricks Harry.

Ich muss grinsen, schnell ein „Jaja“ einstreuend. Allerdings bleibt er, mich eindringlich aus seiner bluthochdruckroten, sonnenverbrannten Birne anglotzend, ganz in seinem Element.

Die haben zuviel AktenzeichenXY und Tatort geguckt, wie alle Möchtegerndeutschen. Als ob hier jemals irgendetwas geklaut worden wäre, geschweige denn ein ganzer Wohnwagen, von denen es hier nur alte Modelle gibt. In den über sieben Jahren, in denen ich meinen Platz saisonal miete, habe ich in dieser friedlichen, romantischen, abgelegenen Enklave niemals irgendetwas kriminelles erlebt. Aber diese Menschen lechzen geradezu nach bedrohlichen Spektakeln, damit sie Ihre eigene Brutalität legitim zur Geltung bringen können und wie kleine Kinder Aufmerksamkeit bekommen. Ich flüchte mich in die Möglichkeit, alles mit der bürgerlich-wohlgesonnenen Verpächterin abzumachen und sage zu ihm:

„Ich schreib dann mal Frau B. eine Mail, melde die da an und mach das dann mit dem Bezahlen über sie.“

Ich hatte berechtigt gehofft, dass der Hinterwäldler mit sogenannten Emails nichts zu tun haben will und quittiere befriedigt sein mit halboffenem Munde ruckartiges Nicken freundlich abwinkend, beiseite gehend, erleichtert.

[gegengeschichte]

immer wenn ich mal wieder durch meinen tumblr-feed gehe, habe ich das gefühl ich verstehe immer weniger vom content. ich verstehe es einfach nicht. ich sehe dinge im internet und verstehe sie nicht! ich weiß nicht einmal was dieses jahr für neue emojis rausgekommen sind! ich vermisse florentins moinmoins wo er mir alles erklärt hat 😩

[newsnigeria]

Iwuanyawu And Ewuare Ll: From Revisionism To Perversion

By Remi Oyeyemi When a supposed elder statesman goes to the press with obvious lies about History and historical events, it has become perversion. It is an enthusiastic exudation of irresponsibility. A gutsy display of shamelessness. An odious invitation to be disrespected in the market square. But as a bona fide Yoruba son with Omoluabi ethos, one would not disrespect an elder who holds his own age in contempt. An elder who oozes ossiferous egotism. An elder who radiates an odorous demeanor. An elder who marinates in the natatorium of falsehood, deceit, duplicity, distortion, and fabrication. Chief Emmanuel Iwuanyawu, an Igbo newspaper Mandarin who has enjoyed Yoruba hospitality and prospered in Eko, in a video widely circulated on social media had engaged in deliberate obfuscation and falsification of Yoruba history as well as conscious lies about the history of his own Ibo people. In the course of his macabre dalliance, he was flagrant in self-disrespect as he stammered in lies and falsehood about how the Ibo have been developing Lagos- Yorubaland since the 1914 amalgamation of Mr. Frederick Lugard or before then. This is not the first time he would engage in umbrages against the Yoruba. The first time, he had publicly called the Yoruba, “rascals.” Many of his apologists openly lied on his behalf that he did not mean exactly that. They tried, though unsuccessfully, to spin his verbiage. Their spin did not stop the stench. But he is at it again, because from the abundance of his heart, his mouth blatantly speaketh evils and spilleth frauds. Chief Iwuanyawu had forgotten that his lies could easily be exposed. He had forgotten that he was dealing with one of the most educated nationalities not just in Africa, but in the world. He had forgotten that he was dealing with Yoruba, the Kaaro – Ojiire. He had forgotten that he was engaging in self-immolation with his lies and falsehood. As of 1914, the majority of his Ibo people were still walking around naked in the Alaigbo. They had no idea what civilized people called clothes. Many of them did not even know that they had to put anything on to cover their bodies. They put to shame the Adamic innovation of fig leave coverage. The Adamic innovation still escaped their intelligence as recently as the beginning of the 20th Century. These are the people claiming to have developed Yoruba Land! This is the same Yoruba land that had the first railroad built in 1898! This is the same Yoruba land that had its first electricity generated in 1886. This is the same Yoruba land that had the first motorized vehicles road constructed in 1906 from Ibadan to Oyo. This is the same Yoruba land that produced its first lawyer on November 17, 1879 (Christopher Sapara Williams). This is the same Yoruba land that produced the first licensed Civil Engineer on December 5, 1893, (Herbert Macaulay). This is the same Yoruba land that produced its first medical doctor in 1876, (Nathaniel Thomas King). All this while, a sizable majority of Chief Iwuanyanwu’s Ibo people were still wandering around the forests of Alaigbo in nakedness. Stark nakedness! As late as early 1960, before Nigeria’s Independence, the colonial masters had to make nakedness illegal in parts of Ibo land to prevent a possible show of shame at some Independence celebrations! How could a person who had no idea what clothes meant, or what they looked like, claim to have taught those already wearing clothes how to dress? Is that not absurd? Yet, Chief Iwuanyawu is supposedly an intelligent man. “Ihoho ni Akara wa, ti Moinmoin ti nwo’so.” Somebody should interpret that to him and his fellow travelers, instructively. Chief Iwuanyawu claimed that Lagos was “swampy” and that his Ibo people developed Lagos. As one watched the video, it revealed so much. Chief Iwuanyawu’s body language showed that he knew he was lying. He was conscious of his crocking. He knew he was selling bullshit. Laboriously, he was adding salt and onion to excreta. Determined to make dung aromatic at all costs, he arduously added some pepper, in a spurious bid to make the salacious soup of sham savory. He was discomforted as he spilled the perjuries. He prevaricated. He stammered. He garbled. He muddled. Severally, he searched for deodorizing words to glamourize his fabrications. He continuously shifted on his seat as if he was sitting on nails. He was an exemplar of the characterization in Ecclesiastes 4 verse 1 – “…. And from the hand of evil-doers there went out power, but they had no comforter.” In the virally circulated population census conducted in 1891 by the colonial masters, every ethnic nationality living in Lagos was identified. Not even one member of Chief Iwuanyawu’s Ibo tribe was identified. Ibo men could not possibly have been counted because they were nowhere near Lagos. This is because history’s attestation is to the fact that they were, at this time, still rummaging the bush of Alaigbo in their nudity. Sauntering around unclad. Socially girded. Economically cinctured. Politically discombobulated arising from the aridity of any identifiable concise political system. Yet, Iwuanyanwu and his people are claiming they built Yoruba land. The land of a people who built empires. The land of a people who built kingdoms. The land of a people who have a definite and identifiable, distinguished political system. The land of a people who have properly organized social systems with checks and balances. How could a blind man show the road to a man with wide-open eyes? Even in comedy, it would be an impossibility! In his obnoxious hypocritical dawdling, he made a bumbling complaint about Prince Adedamola Adetayo’s writings about Ibo acts of criminalities across Yoruba land. He did not fault the writings of Prince Adetayo on contents. He never accused him of writing lies. He just did not like that Prince Adetayo was exposing the diabolical Zionist agenda of his people in Yoruba land. In his amorous amnesia, he did not see anything wrong with insidious and incendiary write-ups by his Ibo writers about Yoruba and Yoruba land. Writings that are full of lies, falsehood, revisionisms, and perversions. He engaged in barefaced debauchery about drug pushing and the Ibo people. He said he had statistics in his office that showed that the Ibo are the least in numbers as far as drug pushing is concerned. But he never had the presence of mind or the most tenuous of courage, to share those statistics with the world for proper interrogation. He must have thought that he was lecturing some nursery school kids in Owerri. Oniyeye ale Amuda. The beautiful thing about pushing back on these diabolical endeavors of Iwuanyawu and his fellow Zionists is that we are not going to descend into the gutters of lies and false propaganda with them. We shall continue to push back with the facts of history and the truth as it were. We would remind them of their atrocities against other ethnic nationalities in Nigeria. Their diabolical appeals to a false sense of persecution would continuously be stripped naked for the world to behold. Guided by history, we know the limitations of false propaganda and lies. They always have expiry dates. This is because as one has always contended, lies never last, history never dies, and the truth is always constant. And then, there was Oba of Benin, Oba Ewuare ll. He came all the way from Benin to display “royal rascality” in Lagos. A supposedly educated royalty, he ought to know that in this day, and age, it is difficult to make spurious claims that have no factual basis. The Yoruba influence in Benin Palace is evident in so many ways. So, having a Benin prince in Lagos Island is not out of place. He is still a Yoruba man. But Oba Ewuare ll has not been able to explain to the world the fact that in the Ereko (Lagos Island) palace, the dominant culture and tradition there is Yoruba-centric. It confounds one that a supposedly sane mind like that of Oba Ewuare ll would peddle an obviously mendacious tale of installing a Baale on a territory that has no inhabitants, claiming that the Bini founded Ereko! Sounds like the Mungo Park story. The obvious evidence of this lie is why they still speak Yoruba in Ereko or within the confines of its palaces. All the Baales of Ereko from day one till date have borne Yoruba names. Even, “Oba” Rilwan Akiolu, the Eleko of Ereko (a Yoruba word meaning “farmstead” shortened to “Eko”, a word the Bini are fraudulently claiming to be an Edo word, the meaning of which they could not explain to the world) who admitted that he was related to Bini made it clear that the fact that Bini had installed a Baale in Ereko does not mean that Ereko belonged to or was founded by Bini. The other challenge to Oba Ewuare ll’s credibility is the tall tales about the so-called Ekhaladehan or Ekhaladeran or whatever he is called. Oba Ewuare ll and his courtiers are yet to get their stories straight. Did Ekhaladeran die in Ughoton or not? According to Henry Ling Roth in his 1903 book, “Great Benin, Its Customs, Art, And Horrors,” published by F. King & Sons (Halifax, England), Ekhaladeran died in Ughoton. The Bini palace has used this claim to win a case over Ughoton. Jacob Egharevba, a distinguished and widely respected Benin historian recorded the same version. So, how could the same Ekhaladeran, dead and buried in Ughoton, suddenly appear in Ile-Ife and abracadabra turn into Oduduwa? Is that not delusional and illusory? What is the need for this royal casuistry on the part of Oba Ewuare ll? What does he hope to gain in engaging in perversion of History? Are there no courtiers knowledgeable enough to ground his royalty in reality? Some of us had thought that Oba Ewuare ll had self-respect and royal dignity. And that he was not one to puddle in the pool of charlatanism! How wrong could we be? By now, the Yoruba should know that there are so many enemies of their Nation in Nigeria. They need to be alert if they are not to be overrun from different angles by different covetous enemies. Their accommodating and tolerant qualities have turned them into victims of devilish machinations from all angles. The insults and disrespect are becoming vexatious. It is time the Yoruba wake up and wear the garb of vigilance before it is too late. A stitch in time will always save nine. By Remi Oyeyemi December 3, 2023. Read the full article

[kokeethornton]

Moinsen :)

[shiny1jux]

Ein gewöhnlicher Wintermorgen

[mandyhunter]

Hi.

Ich bin neu hier auf tumblr!

Ich heiße Amanda und heiße euch auf meiner Seite herzlich willkommen!

HAVE FUN ✌🏻

[tennant]

I think you have the most intimidating URL on the whole website lmaoooo it's god-tier. Not even davidtennant. Just tennant. That is king shit.

the way that i wanted davidtennant since the user hasn’t active for 3 years jfksdfkjsk but this is enough and im very grateful for it :’)

[pateldevs]

For the moodboard requests: Benny from TQG? Thank you!

hi elle <33 this did take me forever to finally do but this one’s for u love!!!

[narniadreams]

Aurora and Limerence for the ask game, please! ❤️

ngfnhgnnhfg hi elle !! :D

aurora; what’s your star sign and do you think it fits your personality? my star sign is taurus, and i think it fits me almost all the time. when talking about astrology seriously and less through memes at least. (i hate the memes because taurus is always associated with food and i’m like...... i have an eating disorder please stop ._.) ANYWAYS besides that, yes, i can find myself in most things that are said about taurus ^~^

limerence; are you, or have you ever been, in love? this is actually difficult to answer because it has been a very long time since i have last been in love, and that was in highschool, i was around 13/14 years old, so i wonder if that really counts as being in love? i’m not sure. anyways, after that, i have never been in love again - never had the fast heartbeat and butterflies in my stomach and can’t eat can’t sleep because i keep thinking about this person - sometimes it worries me, that i might never fall in love. oh well~ maybe when the covid situation gets better and i can meet with people again, let’s see what happens (or if i go to korea to meet a person who i might have a slight crush on >u<)

[kremlin]

moinmoin. florian is traveling & is an hour off normal timezone for this week, let's be prompt for planning meeting, lest we keep him from the pub :-)

good lord, reorg fallout settling in, that other team has infiltrated our atlassian instance, and their jira pollution has set in. i picked one of their item types, on accident, and blew up whatever diesel powered computer or whatever they do over there. on teams of course.

kick CI pls. i would but am on mobile. Do it live!

What's up shooters. Had some gay dreams last night & one abstract one. natch

homo style gay not like a stupid one. im way too smart + cool for that. u r not tho.

wow all 3 quora accounts banned & now i think gl domain is blocked. whos got gsuite on a trash domain that accepts like all mail to the domain. i gotta sign my ass up some accts

having met with gerald...network understands we are not going to realistically meet their interpretation of this quarter's deliverables...this was just a kerfuffle between PMs, it won't reflect poorly on us. we're still solid overall & the dept. exec is a smart guy and sees through the other teams totally cheesing the story point economy. Out at 4 CST for haircut. toodles

john stalvern waited on the 94th floor of the north tower. the flourscent lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. there were demons in the base. he didn't see them, but had expected them, now for years. his warnings to george w bush were not listenend to and now it was too late. far too late for now, anyway. john was a equities trader for fourteen years. when he was young he watched the traders and he said to dad "i want to be on the trading floor, daddy." dad said "no! you will be kill by airplanes!"

just had a slack paste into discord. played it off as a bit..then it hit me..what if...discord mispaste...into slack..hoyl shit

[it4mi]

Dickes, dickes Sorry! Mea culpa! In dubio pro reo! Nulla poena sine lege! E macarena!

Florentin Will

[gegengeschichte]

„Wer anderen ein Glashaus gräbt - Achilles-Knie.“

- Florentin Will 2020

[shiny1jux]

Wenn man kein Morgenmensch ist 😴

[norrrington]

Are asks still in fashion? LOL so I'm loving your mobile theme and all the Lt. Norrington appreciation in it. The icon and header are *chef's kiss*! 👌

they absolutely are, but nothing is ever out of fashion when it comes to you! thank you so much, angel!!! i love toying with the mobile theme and it means so much that you noticed! :’) ❤️

[anyeas]

Anya!!! Happy New Year! 10 and 14! 🎉🎇

onee chama!! This is really late but belated wishes to you too 🤍🤍

Share something you learned in 2020.

Hmm...the lock down actually taught me how much I actually crave for outer human interactions lol... like I felt really lonely past these months and ugh my parents and I aren't really on good terms so it was so suffocating so... whenever I stayed with my cousins or grandparents I just learnt how much human warmth/love I had been deprived of lol sorry it sounds like a sad story but it's not. Things are getting better so..yea !

What do you want to do more of next year?

I want to focus on my nta exams obviously (i need good ranks to get into good uni(s)) and ah start working out more....and try to be as healthy as possible....and if this question was directed towards like Tumblr stuff idk I don't think I'll be active when school starts so...yea.. I'm just happy with what simple stuff I do.... nothing much to add on that and oh maybe try to get back to writing poetry n' stuff too.