The shot heard around the world:

WDR (West German Broadcasting) has big upcoming trouble regarding high ranking employees, which have allegedly harassed and abused several woman throughout many years.

One high ranked employee has ultimately been kicked out, since many further reports were sent in after the first allegation.

This employee has been under criticism for his sexual misconduct already before, but WDR just filed a complaint, without quitting his contract.

One harrassed woman said, that he showed her porn on his personal laptop while they have been in a hotel room.

This is an ongoing investigation including many high profile employees. WDR and several other broadcasters are being funded by the population itself. Every German is being forced to pay 17€/month. Hundred thousands reject the payment and one woman has already been sentenced for not paying these fees. This investigation simply proves what these communistic methods of collecting money do to the population. This is beyond harmful. Goethe that fucking pedophile is still present in Germany's education system. Every kid in the 6th class is being forced to recite "The Erl-King". The children are not consciously aware of what they're reciting at that age. So the (funded by we the people) Mainstream media and the education systems are beyond irreparable. COMMUNISM HAS TO STOP IN GERMANY. WE ARE BEING POISONED!

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Here you go USfags. This is Goethe's Erl-King translated into english.

The Erl-King

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Who's riding so late where winds blow wild

It is the father grasping his child;

He holds the boy embraced in his arm,

He clasps him snugly, he keeps him warm.

"My son, why cover your face in such fear?"

"You see the elf-king, father?

He's near! The king of the elves with crown and train!"

"My son, the mist is on the plain."

'Sweet lad, o come and join me, do!

Such pretty games I will play with you;

On the shore gay flowers their color unfold,

My mother has many garments of gold.'

"My father, my father, and can you not hear

The promise the elf-king breathes in my ear?"

"Be calm, stay calm, my child, lie low:

In withered leaves the night-winds blow."

'Will you, sweet lad, come along with me?

My daughters shall care for you tenderly;

In the night my daughters their revelry keep,

They'll rock you and dance you and sing you to sleep.'

"My father, my father, o can you not trace

The elf-king's daughters in that gloomy place?"

"My son, my son, I see it clear

How grey the ancient willows appear."

'I love you, your comeliness charms me, my boy!

And if you're not willing, my force I'll employ.'

"Now father, now father, he's seizing my arm.

Elf-king has done me a cruel harm."

The father shudders, his ride is wild,

In his arms he's holding the groaning child,

Reaches the court with toil and dread. -

The child he held in his arms was dead.

1782, translation by Edwin Zeydel, 1955