An Ideal World

So here we are.

Bearded and beered.

Frosty-lashed.

Långkalsonger på.

The white smoke pumping out our mouths, the green so immense it’s dangling out our nostrils.

Munich 2008.

An ideal world.



Or so it could at a first glance seem. Even to our cold ivory tower – a stiff three-room apartment not too far from the Ostbahnhof – some more ugly information on what the world has come to has found its way.

You’ve probably heard about it; if you’re about to cross any american border, America steals your fingerprints. It used to be “only” two, the prints of your index fingers – now it’s all of them! The system’s already in use at Dulles in WDC.

“Well, ten is better than two” some moron spokesman of the land of the free and home of the slaves government declared. Now that’s one damn fine argument! Congrats!!

Mein Gott... yeah, first it makes you laugh, but in the end it just sickens you.

How far till they’ll be taking DNA samples?? Not far. I’d say maybe five years. Iris reading, like in Dubai, is (t)here any day.

The saddest thing is that many of us will be demanding it ourselves.

Scanned, filed, mapped. Your I’s reduced to database zeros and ones for the patriarchal powers to desecrate and for the posterity to play pathologist with.

Feels good, no?!?




To further rejoice, check out the fat, obnoxious sludgeoholics in Crowbar performing three of their classics:


“Planets Collide”


“The Lasting Dose”


“Slave No More”