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The world staged by our politicians and media is often as absurd as a comic book — at least the latter does not try to give the impression of reality.A circus? A farce? Absurd theater? No, comparing it to our reality would be an insult to these endearing art forms. Basically, the only way to endure the political situation and its media presentation is to view it with cheerful detachment, like watching events unfold on a screen. Whether it’s the aftermath of COVID-19 or the millennium drought disaster in Germany in 2025 — an obscure staging of “reality” always seems to want to compete with fantasy. What our elites are trying to make us believe is pure mockery — but anyone who dares to point this out clearly must face accusations of mocking the state. Our author would rather read a Donald Duck comic. What he sees there is at least an honest fake and does not pretend to be real. An entertaining foray through our wonderland, which also touches on a few serious topics of contemporary history.
by Michael Sailer
[This article posted on 9/11/2025 is translated from the German on the Internet, https://www.manova.news/artikel/willkommen-in-der-antirealitat.]
I don’t know if it’s just me: every now and then, I feel the need to see what the German state and propaganda media are reporting. And it’s definitely not because I want to know what’s going on in the world beyond my private experience — I already get more of that than a contented mind in reasonable harmony can bear. No, I occasionally look at this stuff because what I see, hear, and read there fascinates me in a way that only certain comic books used to do, for example, Asterix, Lucky Luke, Clever & Smart, and, of course, the complete works of Carl Barks.
There, too, there was an environment, a kind of world that looked quite similar to ours and yet was completely different, totally twisted, crazy, bizarre, and absurd. As readers and viewers, we accepted it without complaining, “That’s not possible!” For example, when a talking duck had a device constructed to make a wolf talk, without giving a thought to why she herself could talk without a device. Or when ducks in shirts and jackets—but without pants or underwear—gather around the table at Christmas to eat turkeys, which is at least pornography and half cannibalism. The reason I simply accepted these glaring paradoxes was probably because they were still logical in themselves. And funny, of course.
However, it would never have occurred to me to transfer what was boldly claimed in the stories to my own, real reality. Even at the age of six, I somehow knew that there were most likely no talking ducks.
When I open a “newspaper” from time to time today, I feel much the same as I did back then (and still do today) with Donald Duck: I briefly immerse myself in a grotesque cosmos, a surreal, dazzling anti-reality in which almost everything is turned upside down, totally absurd and crazy, and yet, on the surface, seems to follow a certain inner logic, perhaps because here and there characters appear who one must assume really exist. Although quite a few of them are very reminiscent of talking ducks — who, unfortunately, lack the intelligence, wit, charm, elegance, eloquence, and everything else that talking ducks have, so much so that you would rather spend your life or even just an afternoon with MacMoneysac, Gus Goose, Magica De Spell, a talking wolf, and the Beagle Boys than with these miserably designed figures of fun, who would probably have been too stupid even for Rolf Kauka to devote a single page to them.
I find it interesting—and hair-raising—that in this case, the effect is completely different from that of other comic characters. Hardly anyone would think of going to a travel agency to book a vacation in Duckburg or a notorious Gallic village.
However, a significant portion of the German population considers so-called “political Berlin” and similar fantasy worlds, complete with their bizarre cast of brainless caricatures, to be a reality that is absolutely real and relevant to their own lives, while the real world with its facts, circumstances, and all the other trinkets behind it shimmers like a mirage.
Or rather, like a film with no age restriction that you must not watch under any circumstances, because otherwise you will be “infected,” drift into dark realms from which there is no return, and face social ostracism and exclusion from the community.
The funny thing is: none of this—that is, the actual reality, the much-vaunted “facts”—is hidden in any way. You just have to briefly remove the paper or flickering board in front of your head and look—after that, the board is just a board.
We know this from the past, when the so-called “media world” still had a little more contact with the real world: Events and other things were effectively covered up and denied until they eventually disappeared in clouds of uncertainty or were simply forgotten. Some of the crimes of the powerful and ruling classes eventually came to light and sometimes even became scandals, which were then worked over by the press like a flock of chickens on a handful of earthworms. Very rarely did a puppet leader, as they were called, have to “take his hat off”; in extreme exceptional cases, a particularly sinister figure ended up in court, was acquitted for lack of evidence, and in the end a few books appeared that summarized the whole mess, although most of it somehow remained in the dark.
Today, things are completely different: there are almost no judges left who can rightly call themselves that, no prosecutors, no journalists in the “mainstream media,” and therefore no “scandals.” Nevertheless, we know almost everything. Or at least we could know.
We know that there was no “deadly pandemic” with a “novel virus” in 2020, 2021, or at any other time. We know that the Chinese story of people dropping dead in the streets was just as much a fairy tale as the “images from Bergamo” and the horror story from New York. We know that in the spring of 2020, no more people died from respiratory diseases than usual. We know that the short-term increase in deaths in April 2020 was a result of scaremongering, postponed treatments, and, above all, the deliberate killing of elderly people through isolation and forced ventilation.
We know that the injections that billions of people worldwide had pumped into their shoulders contained all sorts of things — including genetically engineered substances, highly toxic nanoparticles, and various other stuff that we neither know nor, for the most part, want to know what it is. We know that legions of people died from these injections and many more were severely harmed, in most cases for the rest of their lives. We know that virtually every single word uttered by figures of fun such as Drosten, Spahn, Lauterbach, Wieler, Buyx, and so on during and since that time, and eagerly repeated and interpreted by the media comics, was either a lie or complete nonsense.
We know, at least since the RKI protocols, not everything, but an enormous amount about this crime against humanity. And in the “official” media, there is nothing about it, absolutely nothing, or rather, the complete opposite: a confused, absurd, aggressively anti-real series of fairy tales that apparently has no end, even though the showrunners are obviously only getting crazier and crazier. And we stand open-mouthed before a fellow population that believes this crazy nonsense, even though they are not even able to retell a single episode of the series in a reasonably coherent manner. It’s as if the heads of friends, acquaintances, relatives, and millions of strangers have turned into a kind of clothes dryer that spins incessantly, even though there are only a few old socks in the drum.
We know—at least if we occasionally ventured out of our work cells into the open air—that this summer was not particularly warm or dry, that it rained, but not unusually heavily or much, that nothing was particularly special, and that the same applies to previous years.
But while this summer played out its wonderful, sometimes annoying program, we were incessantly bombarded by propaganda that the earth was burning and drowning: “What climate-neutral heating and living will spare them, citizens have experienced firsthand in recent midsummers,” rambled a “special advertisement” in the SZ months ago under the headline “Bavaria to Earth: Cool down!” and continued: “Heat, droughts, and floods triggered by heavy rainfall (sic) are the visible and tangible consequences of climate change throughout the country.”
This is just one example of millions of similar propaganda farts: Anyone who has survived a single day this summer, last summer, or any of the last ten summers without being bombarded with at least fifty AI-generated “reports” on the “climate catastrophe” either has no TV, radio, computer, or smartphone, or listens exclusively to exotic enemy stations.
We know that this is all brainless bullshit; we also know that it’s about planting tens of thousands of wind turbines in deforested forests, installing hundreds of thousands of electrical appliances worth many billions of euros in our homes; we know that this is nonsense, and the propaganda calls this knowledge “uncertainty” because we simply don’t want to admit our true beliefs in the face of our knowledge. Because this nonsense isn’t funny and we’d rather lie by the Isar or the lake and enjoy the real world that others aren’t allowed to see. Because it’s not suitable for them, or they’re not suitable for it.
We know that no forest in the world will start burning because it gets warm in summer, because that would require a temperature of an estimated 600 degrees. We know that the carbon dioxide we bubble into the air with our soda makers and that flows out of every beer mug, every soda bottle, and every burping baby is exactly the same carbon dioxide that the figures of fun want to pump or “press” under the ocean or into the ground at enormous expense in terms of technology, resources, and energy, and the same as the industrially produced carbon dioxide that is needed for greenhouses, because otherwise people would starve, and for breweries and bubble gum factories and soda makers, because otherwise people would die of thirst. We know that polar bears don’t eat ice. We know what a climate is and that you can neither protect a climate nor save it from anything, that it can neither collapse nor vanish nor become evil, that a climate only exists or can be claimed to exist because the weather is constantly changing.
And yet the barrage of bullshit continues unabated, with incessant claims that ducks can talk, wolves can only speak with a device, and incorrigible muddleheads manically harp on about the carbon dioxide hoax, the “tipping point” hoax, and the Bergamo hoax, dismissing any objection to their fantasy constructs, which have been debunked for years, as “right-wing.” And those are just two or three examples among many.
We also know what the war in Ukraine is all about, that it began with the second CIA and NATO coup in 2014, who the “aggressor” was, what is at stake, and how the matter will probably end. We know at least to some extent what is going on in China, Israel, Iran, North Korea, the US, and the Sahel region, and what that means, more or less. If we are interested, we can also learn more about it, at least for now, through so-called “alternative” media, which the bad, stupid, evil comic book authors would like to ban as “disinformation,” but they will not succeed.
And yet the frogs of anti-reality continue to croak obsessively, and the result of their noisy efforts is as astonishing as the rabbit that the talented illusionist pulls out of his hat, even though we actually know how it got there.
No, the comparison is flawed. The media world works more like a magician putting one rabbit after another into his hat, which somehow remains empty.
It only seems that way, and we know it. But it’s obviously enough for the magician to shout to the audience like a kind of mantra: The hat is empty! There are no rabbits! There never were any rabbits! There are no rabbits at all, and anyone who claims that at some point in the history of the Earth, no: in the cosmic history since the Big Bang and, if necessary, even before that, there has ever been a rabbit anywhere in the entire universe is an evil, evil conspirator who wraps aluminum foil around his head!
And then he tells his paralyzed audience one stupid shock story after another, peppers them with arbitrary “studies” and makes a scary face so that everyone trembles with fear and submits to the feeble-minded illusion and the power of the powerful who inflate the illusion.
Even where figures, data, and other claims are, for once, “correct,” they are full of holes, incomplete, worm-eaten and moss-covered with hair-raising and beam-bending false interpretations, and through the gaps, the whimsical illusory world of anti-reality shines through again and again, in which the creators and disseminators of the tall tales and dirty jokes apparently imagine themselves to be living very convincingly. Or at least pretend to.
In the process, even the last vestiges of shame collapse like houses of cards: in November 2024—a random example—three of the main perpetrators of the “Corona” crime sat down in a television studio under the slogan “reappraisal” and once again regurgitated their wildest lies in a kind of best-of hit parade. The propagandist Hirschhausen did not even shy away from spinning his dirty joke about his good friend who died of “corona” during the “first wave” — i.e., in the spring of 2020 — because he was so terribly afraid of the “vaccination” in his blindness and therefore refused gene therapy. Viewers, presenters, and media outlets — who love to go after real journalists when they don’t “classify” every statement made by supposed ‘deniers’ — once again accepted the lie without even pausing to think: Wait a minute! Was there even a “vaccine” at the beginning of 2020?
Of course not. But if the guy says it with such fervor, it must be true; at least he obviously believes it himself!
That, at least, was a moment when anti-reality collapsed and crumbled before my eyes, turning into a pile of dust, and I could laugh unrestrainedly and freely and couldn’t stop laughing — just like back then with Donald Duck at the outdoor pool.
Unfortunately, it was just me and a few others. The others, “over there,” don’t even seem to notice such highlights of self-exposing nonsense anymore. I fear that only a talking duck as chancellor, without pants or underwear, with a roasted turkey on his head, can help them. And even then, I’m not so sure.
Harassment #38 – Welcome to anti-reality
Michael Sailer, born in 1963, writes novels, stories, columns, stage texts, and a blog. Until the onset of 2G discrimination, he was a regular author for the reading stage “Schwabinger Schaumschläger” and is still a sporadic musician. He studied German language and literature and history, and worked as an author and editor for Musikexpress, taz, Konkret, and the Frankfurter Allgemeine Sonntagszeitung, among others. He was awarded the “Schwabinger Kunstpreis” in 2001 and lives and lazes around in Schwabing and at Lerchenauer See. For more information, visit sailersblog.de.