t.t.

Taking a stroll to a pub, the nerd found out that abortion had climbed the charts of everyday-conversation significantly. She got involved quickly, like "hey, you, you over-nosed nerd, what do you say about …" and that. "Well," said the nerd, "I don't see great change here: the mother who murders her child is the shield and justification of patriarchy from the time the myth of Medea was formulated - while the truth of the matter and the 'real' of patriarchy is the murder of the mother." "How about the murder of the father then," asked one of the folks at the table. "Yes, certainly," said the nerd, "this is a good idea: you occupy the consciousness of the perpetrators with a fake problem in order to not let them see their real problem, don't you?"

s.o.s from mr. precuneus

Okay, I did that, I am responsible for a double-double "q" and a double-double "r", said Mr. Precuneus, but you may be sure about the reason: It was because I was so afraid of saying a double-"s", of course, and that was due to my time in Germany. Now, tell me, asked the interviewer in her nice and soft voice, what did strike you most in that country? Racism? The cold? The dark winters? Christmas? Quality? New diversity? Well, let me think a little, answered Mr. Precuneus, and after a very short while he went on: Now, if you are asking for the common classifier of leftist Germans, right winged Germans, artists, scholars, the middle class, the lower class and the upper class, the male and the female, the gay, the single and the more family oriented population, the corrupt conservatives and the corrupt leftists, the uncorrupt conservatives and the uncorrupt Green-party folks, I can only think of one thing: They don't feel like having done a real job before they have destroyed someone or something without remnants. Their sense of "Gründlichkeit" - that is it. Good for them (and their possible victims), if they have at least severe argument about whom or what to destroy in order to "heal" it, or to "teach" it, or to "improve it" or to "build" it from the bottom to the top after having smashed it first.

r.r. confidence

With the little help of breaking your confidence and entering your private sphere, we found out that you suffer from a lack of confidence, said the man who had the decency of not wearing a uniform. O, said the nerd, that is so smart of you. May I offer you my teaching license in addition?

q.q. rain

No more fighting, said the nerd, and collected some drops of rain.

r.r. 'enlightenment'

What I like most about your idea is that you pretend to make a plea for enlightenment while at the same time you are refusing any transparency concerning your own measures to the subject, whom you supposedly want to "win" for enlightenment by these very measures, said the nerd, and Mr. Precuneus admitted something like "a point here".

q.q. reeducation

You look overworked, said Mr. Precuneus, what are you fighting for? O, how very considerate, said the nerd, it is just that I'm trying to get the idea of reeducation out of these peoples' heads.

o.o., notwards ho!

Something like compassion flooded the nerd's face when she said: No, you are not creating a world, you are not even shaping a person that could live in the world 'as it is' nor a person that you could like to see around in it - you are merely procrastiscribing a very very old, very very poor ideology, and, what maybe the nottest in it all, might be this: when you began this grand grand project of yours, when you started to try and shape human beings and human relations, you left your own 'vicious circle of superiority' and threw the objects of your 'measures' into it. The grand artist didn't look baffled at all - he was sed to the nerd's speeches and to doing away with them - when the nerd went on to explain: You started off, thinking, you would teach those objects how to serve freely, without any resentment left, you were so convinced of your own suffering under their resentment that you didn't even try to understand what it was they begrudged you. You knew it so well. You had it all - only you had no questions. But after putting them on that carrousel, some of them learned to escape each and every of your moves by giving them a twist of their own. The grand artist's face was still stone-like. And the compassion dropped out of the nerd's face, when she closed the door, silently.