F***ing Celebrities or the hemispheres of a better world of Schiller

An hom­mage to Stephanie Clifford or Stormy Daniels

By Sepp Zeitblom

 

Pictures of god­ly bosoms, more pre­cis­e­ly, fema­le breasts – the 19th-century poet Friedrich von Schiller cal­led them „hemi­sphe­res of a bet­ter world – must ser­ve to attract the rea­ders‘ and buy­ers‘ app­re­cia­ti­on. The faces abo­ve of the­se objects of lustful­ness are not whol­ly irrele­vant, but secon­da­ry. Many maga­zi­nes. online and print, it‘s tri­vi­al, use the delight, peo­p­le feel in vie­w­ing the „Schlüsselreize“-key stimuli- to sell their products.

Even more app­re­cia­ted are the god­ly hemi­sphe­res, if they belong to cele­bri­ties. The woman of a reig­ning pre­si­dent of a gre­at nati­on is still famous for the pho­tos of her hemi­sphe­res and some maga­zi­nes like to spe­cu­la­te about the sexu­al man­ners of cele­bri­ties. So we are glad to know, that once upon a time a pre­si­dent sat beneath an adult actress in a hotel room, being a bit ner­vous. So he spo­ke of hims­elf, brag­ged about his importance, show­ed the actress a maga­zi­ne with hims­elf on the cover. Before he dared to address her sexu­al­ly, he wan­ted to impress her with his money.

Now, the smart, gene­rous, empa­thic and lite­ral­ly big­he­ar­ted and big-bosomed actress offe­red to spank his tush with just this maga­zi­ne. He agreed, deligh­ted. He felt, that more blood pou­red into his lower regi­ons, he enjoy­ed the heat on his glutäus Maximus. And, „here we go“, said the gene­rous, empha­ti­cal, cle­ver actress. Her artist-name is Stormy Daniels.

A for­mer mayor of a gre­at city meant to be loy­al to the reig­ning pre­si­dent by sta­ting publicly, he would not respect an adult actress, a „porn star“. Only a short time we nee­ded to deci­de the ques­ti­on, which kind of pro­sti­tu­ti­on is more respec­ta­ble – the sexu­al or the poli­ti­cal one.

For we do not pos­sess the rights to publish pic­tures of god­ly hemi­sphe­res, we offer as a sub­sti­tu­ti­on the ver­ses of Schiller:

 

Und zehen­mal das Halstuch fällt,

Und aus den losen Schlingen,

Halbkugeln einer bes­sern Welt,

Die vol­len Brüste springen,