Interview with myself

I recently stumbled across a series of interviews by The Guardian, and I got totally lost in reading those interviews for hours. Absolutely fascinating.

Then the idea came up in me to collect these questions and answer them myself, an interview with myself, so to speak. I have done something like this before, but only answers, without the associated questions.

Here is the result:

When were you happiest?

When I was 15 years old and met my great love. Every time we met, looking into her face was like the most beautiful sunrise.

I’m Capricorn, very determined when it comes to achieving my goals. I can only give up when something is not important enough to me, otherwise that’s not an option. That’s why we are together today, against all odds, and there were lots of very hard ones.

Life has done a lot of scars to both of us, but when I see her face, the sun is still rising. Every day.

What is your greatest fear?

I’m more afraid of life than of death. This fact itself sometimes scares the people around me who I care about. I myself am hardly afraid of anything, except for the brutality, ruthlessness and lovelessness that people are capable of.

What is your earliest memory?

There are very diffuse, weird images inside of me, of which I don’t know exactly whether they are reality or fantasy.

What is your most treasured possession?

Objects mean nothing to me, but I love my Yamaha HS 8 studio monitors. They make music sound the way it’s been recorded.

Who would you play in the film of your life?

Maybe the young Gérard Depardieu. I once read that he has become an idiot who drinks himself to death, perhaps because he cannot cope with the loss of his son. He said something about his son’s death that touched me deeply: “My little Guillaume was too brilliant and fragile for this world.”

I find this statement very loving.

What is your favorite word?

Flower.

What do you owe your parents?

Nothing but misery.

What does love feel like?

Frightening.

What did you want to be when you were growing up?

A rock star, an architect or an archaeologist.

What is your favourite smell?

Fresh-baked bread.

What is your guiltiest pleasure?

Wine.

Which words or phrases do you most overuse?

“Fuck.”

What is the trait you most deplore in others?

Ignorance.

Which book changed your life?

“Fate as an Opportunity” by Thorwald Dethlefsen. I was 17, absolutely clueless, and this book gave me a chance to develop a world view, even if it was a rather depressive one.

What is the worst thing anyone’s ever said to you?

“Without my money you won’t get anywhere.” My father said that shortly before his death. That was just one of many injuries, but it was the most disgusting.

What was the best kiss of your life?

Wilma’s first kiss when she was a little puppy. It went straight to the heart, the purest form of love.

What has been your biggest disappointment?

My family.

Is it better to give or to receive?

Both. But the order is important: always give first.

Which living person do you most despise, and why?

The orange piece of shit that other pieces of shit put on a throne that makes him the most dangerous piece of shit in the world.

If you could go back in time, where would you go?

The year 17 A.C., Jerusalem.

If you could edit your past, what would you change?

As great as the temptation is, and believe me, it is very big: nothing. Everything is as it should be. I think one of the most important things to learn in life is acceptance. Precisely because it is also the most difficult.

Where would you most like to be right now?

I have an imaginary place in my head that I’ve been carrying with me all my life. It is a plot of land on a plateau, high above the adjacent sea. In the background – or foreground, depending on the perspective – are beautiful mountains with snow-capped peaks. There is a Roman-style house on the property with an atrium. My retirement home. I would like to get this done before I depart from this life.

Tell a joke.

If a man comes around the corner, the bus is gone. If a bus comes around the corner, the man is gone. If they both come around the corner, the corner is gone.

Tell a secret.

If I tell a secret, it’s no longer one.

Have you ever said ‘I love you’ and not meant it?

Yes. I didn’t want to hurt or was a coward. Or both.

How often do you have sex?

I’m not counting something like that. But it feels just right.

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

That I conquered fear.

Which living person do you most admire?

There is not one person I admire the most. I admire every person who manages to do what is right and does not primarily think of himself first.

But I have musical role models. I think the one I admire the most is Mark Knopfler. His ability to write and play music is incredible.

Aside from a property, what’s the most expensive thing you’ve bought?

Drums. Drummers have the most expensive passion among all musicians. A cymbal stand costs as much as a guitar. Of course, depending on the model, but you get a decent guitar for a decent cymbal stand.

What would your superpower be?

I already have a superpower. I can create music.

What makes you unhappy?

The incredible amount of bad music that is commercially successful.

What or who is the greatest love of your life?

See answer #1.

How do you relax?

With wine and good music.

What do you most dislike about your appearance?

As a young man, I thought that was important. Today that tends to zero. In this respect, I’m no longer interested in my external imperfections.

Who would you invite to your dream dinner party?

Mark Knopfler, Mike Oldfield, Gavin Harrison, Simon Phillips and my parents in one room. The latter should only listen to what the others have to say. Maybe then my parents would finally understand why I have to make music.

What is the closest you’ve come to death?

I almost drowned in the open sea. I was saved unexpectedly at the last moment.

What is your most unappealing habit?

Honestly, I don’t know. Others can certainly say that better.

What is the top of your bucket list?

I really want to find the time and silence to finish my album.

To whom would you most like to say sorry, and why?

To everyone who needs an apology from me to deal with injuries I inflicted on him or her.

What single thing would improve the quality of your life?

The abolition of money. Mankind doesn’t need money. The planet offers all resources humans need. We have a distribution issue called greed.

What keeps you awake at night?

The future that people of my generation will leave behind for the next generation.

What song would you like played at your funeral?

This song has been with me all my life. A lullaby for adults. And since I then go to sleep, that fits very well. It may also comfort the participants at my funeral. I don’t know any other song that creates such warmth and peace in me as this one.

How would you like to be remembered?

It is not important to be remembered, only what you do in life should be. As a person I’m as insignificant as anyone else.

If you could bring something extinct back to life, what would you choose?

Democracy.

What is the most important lesson life has taught you?

Immediately after birth, all sorts of things are expected from you. They break your wings as quickly as possible before you even start flying.

Aunt Berta’s wet kisses on your still innocent child’s face only delight Aunt Berta. Uncle Alfred has a secret boner when you reluctantly sit on his lap. You endure it because there is a little pocket money or small gifts at the end of the evening, because that way you have already been conditioned.

A little later, you are expected to be compliant, shut up and consume. Almost everyone wants you to become someone you are not.

All my own experiences? Yes. 100%.

The lesson I have drawn from this is: don’t fulfill expectations, find your way back to yourself as quickly as possible, heal, become a natural being and do meaningful things.

Es wäre schön, wenn das jeder lesen würde | It would be nice if everyone read that

(English version below this German one)

Wir haben kürzlich Besuch gehabt, ein Pärchen, sie schon lange bekannt, er ihr neuer Partner. Normalerweise halte ich mich seit einigen Jahren, aus Erfahrung, an den Grundsatz, mit Menschen nicht über Politik oder Religion zu reden. Nun ja… es ist dann aber doch passiert. Ich habe nicht damit angefangen, aber irgendwie war ich plötzlich mitten drin.

Die deutsche AfD ist für mich 1:1 vergleichbar mit der amerikanischen Alt-Right Bewegung (und die ver-Trumpten Republikaner), und vielen anderen rechten Bewegungen auf der Welt. Das ist ein trauriger Trend, den man zur Kenntnis nehmen, jedoch nicht hinnehmen muss.

Wie vermutlich viele Menschen in meinem “Dunstkreis”, die sich auch links/grün/progressiv im politischen Spektrum sehen, ging ich bisher davon aus, man könne jeden halbwegs intelligenten Menschen mit klaren Fakten, wenn unbestreitbar präsentiert, überzeugen.

Was habe ich mir da die Hände auf der Herdplatte verbrannt (und es eigentlich vorher bereits besser gewusst). 😞 Was sagst du jemandem, der klare Beweise ablehnt und immer noch an Verschwörungstheorien glaubt? Richtig, das geht nicht gut. Ich denke, wir können uns darauf einigen, dass wir eine solche Person für einen Idioten halten. Und nein, ich habe ihm das (so) nicht gesagt.

Ich mache es kurz: aus einem gemütlichen Abend wurde ein Desaster, weil ich den Bullshit ab einem gewissen Punkt nicht mehr ertragen konnte. Ich kann eine Menge Bullshit gelassen ertragen, aber nicht mehr, wenn es Menschen betrifft, die ich kenne und die unter diesem Unsinn zu leiden haben. Das ist dann zuviel. Mir ist eine Sicherung durchgebrannt.

Ich habe danach tagelang, und auch heute noch, darüber nachgedacht, wie man jemanden abholt, der sich verirrt hat. An welcher Abzweigung hat er den Weg verloren, und wieso? Wieso kann so ein Mensch klare Fakten nicht annehmen und weiter irgendwelchen Unsinn glauben und verbreiten? Ich weigere mich, anzunehmen, dass es sich hier um “schlechte Menschen” handelt — jedenfalls nicht schlechter, als der allgemeine Durchschnitt — die plötzlich rechts/fremdenfeindlich geworden sind.

Ich habe bis jetzt keine ultimative Antwort, nur eine Vermutung: einfache Antworten sind einfach. Naheliegend. Bequem. Menschen sind bequem. Menschen fühlen sich zu Pappfiguren wie Trump hingezogen, weil er einfache Antworten präsentiert, egal wie falsch sie sind.

Dazu erinnere ich mich daran:

“Die Verschwörungstheorie ist die ultimative Zuflucht für Machtlose. Wenn Sie Ihr eigenes Leben nicht kontrollieren können, muss es eine große Kraft sein, die die Welt kontrolliert” — Roger Cohen, New York Times

Ich würde mich — wirklich (!) — sehr freuen, wenn jemand dazu mehr sagen könnte. Hier in den Kommentaren. Ich bitte euch darum. Was denkt ihr dazu? Falls das so ist, wo liege ich grundlegend falsch? Was mache ich falsch?

Ich habe diese Geschichte und meine Gedanken hier extrem verkürzt dargestellt. Bitte bedenkt das bei eurer Antwort.

Hier eine aktuelle Meldung von CNN, die ich mal übersetzt habe, allerdings nur die Kernsätze, die ich für fundamental halte:

Richter bei der Verurteilung des Helfers der Trump-Kampagne: “Wenn die Menschen die Fakten nicht kennen, funktioniert die Demokratie nicht”

Zitate von Bundesrichterin Amy Berman Jackson:

“Das sind Fakten. Das sind keine angeblichen Fakten, das sind keine alternativen Fakten oder eine Geschichte, die von den Medien erfunden wurde.”

 

“Dieses bewusste Bestreben, die Fakten zu verschleiern, diese Missachtung der Wahrheit untergräbt unseren politischen Diskurs und beeinflusst unsere Politik. Wenn die Menschen die Fakten nicht kennen, funktioniert Demokratie nicht.”

Quelle: edition.cnn.com/2019/12/17/politics/amy-berman-jackson-gates-bar…


We recently had visitors, a couple, we know her for a long time, he is her new partner. I have usually followed the principle of not talking about politics or religion for a few years, based on experience. Well… shit hit the fan it did happen. I didn’t start it, but somehow I was suddenly in the middle of it.

For me, the German AfD party is congruently comparable to the American alt-right movement (and the Trump-turned Republican party) and many other right-wing movements around the world. That’s a sad trend that we have to notice but don’t have to accept.

Like presumably many people with whom I surround myself, who also see themselves left / green / progressive in the political spectrum, I have previously assumed that you can convince any reasonably intelligent person with clear facts, if presented undeniably and with clear evidence.

I burned my hands properly on the stove (and actually knew better before). 😞 What do you say to someone who rejects clear evidence and still believes in conspiracy theories? Right, that’s not going well. I think we can agree that we think such a person is an idiot. And no, I didn’t tell him that.

I’ll make it short: a cozy evening turned into a disaster, because at a certain point I couldn’t bear the bullshit anymore. I can take a lot of bullshit calmly, but not when it comes to people I know and who suffer from this nonsense. Then that’s too much. My fuse has blown.

I spent days, and still today, thinking about how to pick up someone who got lost. At which junction did he lose his way, and why? Why can’t such a person accept clear facts and continue to believe and spread any nonsense? I refuse to assume that these are “bad people” — at least not worse than the general average — who have suddenly become right-wing / xenophobic.

So far, I have no ultimate answer, just a guess: simple answers are simple. Obvious. Comfortable. People are lazy. People gravitate towards cardboard figures like Trump because he presents simple answers, no matter how false they are.

That reminds me of:

“Conspiracy theory is the ultimate refuge for the powerless. If you cannot control your own life, it must be some great force that controls the world” – Roger Cohen, New York Times

I’d be really (!) very happy if someone could say more about this. Here in the comments. I ask you for it. What do you think? If so, where am I fundamentally wrong? What am I doing wrong?

I’ve presented this story and my thoughts in extremely abbreviated form. Please, consider this when you answer.

This is from a current article from CNN, but only the core narrative that I consider fundamental. That’s what Federal Judge Amy Berman Jackson said:

“Those are facts. Those are not alleged facts, those are not alternative facts, or a narrative created by the media.”

 

“This deliberate effort to obscure the facts, this disregard for the truth undermines our political discourse and it affects our policy-making. If people don’t have the facts, democracy doesn’t work.”

Source: edition.cnn.com/2019/12/17/politics/amy-berman-jackson-gates-bar…

We drive people into the clutches of evil. Because not everyone is (always) strong.

I said something on Twitter today, which has been on my mind for a long time:

Here is the original text in its entirety:

I do not believe that it is helpful to cause nothing but resistance and defensiveness in any person who says something we dislike or find offensive, by publicly disciplining and reprimanding that person.

 

For a long time we lived a culture in which language was different, and yes, that had its origin in wrong beliefs. This is how human development works: what seems true today is refuted and corrected tomorrow. Just think Galilei aka. flat Earth etc.

 

So, not all of the language we still use is what we would call “politically correct” today. One develops faster, the other a bit slower. That’s always how it is, that’s part of human imperfection.

 

It is unbelievably arrogant how some people talk over the mouth of others and publicly humiliate them. What did you think? That they’re grateful and insightful and immediately become your friends and admirers?

 

It’s (partly) your arrogance and superiority that drives these people into the clutches of people who have no good intentions at all and are looking for simple victims.

 

ADVICE: Give people time and stop treating them like little stupid kids. That contradicts your own ideals. Help others to become better versions of themselves, and maybe they help you one day to become a better version of yourself, too.

 

And maybe, JUST MAYBE, this will make this world a better place. Thank you for your attention.

Unexpected encounters and a little update on a few things

After my well-deserved (cough) holiday at the Red Sea in Egypt, I made my promise — mainly to myself — come true and finally said goodbye to Facebook and Instagram.

I do not want to reiterate in this post what possibilities there are to follow me online, which is why I only refer again to this post where everything is described.

The following little story does not serve to remind the reader how well known I am (which I am not really), but to thank those who gave me something back during my holiday at the Red Sea in Egypt they claim I have given them before: hours and hours of good energy.

The question is: is it important to me to be recognized by people in the world? No. Although I’m easy to approach as a normal person, when it comes to being a musician, I’d rather not be recognized unless I’m on a stage or behind a DJ console. Also, I was there with my family and we had a very private time. Nevertheless, I experienced something in my vacation, which I found very heartwarming and of which I would like to tell you.

My family and I were marching from the beach to our room, on a cobblestone walkway, when my partner suddenly realized that someone was following us. A few seconds later, I heard a “DJ Ingo?”. I turned around, looked in the face of a friendly young man and said “Yes?”. It turned out that the entertainment director of the hotel complex had recognized me and wanted to take a selfie with me. That’s what we did. In the following days, my presence had strangely gotten around, and of the 700 hotel guests now approx. 699 of them knew who I was and that I’m around. Oh, and yes, I have been asked to play one night, but I didn’t, of course.

Side note: That’s nothing special. I am disproportionately well-known in Islamic countries compared to all other countries in the world (apart from Mexico and Argentina).

Over time, friendships developed between us and the very reserved “admirers” never spoke much about me and my job as a musician whilst we spent time together. It was a wonderful time, and I’m really thankful for that. This is how we experienced things in Egypt that most tourists are likely to be denied.

Thank you Dima, Jamaica, Craig and all you Ahmeds and Mohameds (sorry guys, you all have the same name).

That fat thing looking like a seal is me.

We went snorkeling a few times in the Red Sea (view a few more photos here). This is most comparable to a huge aquarium or an IMAX 3D theater, incredibly fascinating. And sad at the same time, when you swim and realize in the midst of the ocean that all this is just dying. Unfortunately, with all the beauty underwater, I also had to realize that at least 50% of all corals in the reefs are dead. In addition, I have seen incredible amounts of PET or plastic washed up on the beaches, which we have collected a lot and disposed of in trash cans.

This may have been the last opportunity for me to see such a thing in reality before we humans have finally destroyed it. And I will never forget the pictures in my head. I will dedicate one of my next mixes to something related to this experience.

I am leaving Facebook

Photo by Marc Schaefer on Unsplash

Dear friends,

I will completely leave Facebook and its services on September 18, 2019. Accordingly, my Instagram profile will no longer be available.

If you want to continue to get news about me, my music, photos and other output from me, there are plenty of opportunities. I do not leave ALL social media and networks, but Facebook.

The main source and the first point of contact for anything that concerns me is my website at ingovogelmann.net. There you can also get into personal contact with me.

Twitter does not steal my time and does not interfere with my workflow, so I stay there, follow me here: twitter.com/vogelmann

On Twitter, I also answer direct messages.

You can still find my music on SoundCloud, Spotify, Bandcamp and any online store you can not imagine:

• SoundCloud: soundcloud.com/vogelmann
• Spotify: ingovogelmann.net/spotify
• Bandcamp: ingovogelmann.net/bc

Photos: eyeem.com/vogelmann

I recommend the inclined music fan to subscribe to my Spotify playlist at ingovogelmann.net/ivmc, and you can subscribe to my Telegram channel at t.me/vogelmann.

As I said, on September 18th, it will no longer be on Facebook. I’ll stay with you though, Facebook is not the center of the world.

Finally, I would like to thank you for your 10-year loyalty on Facebook. You are not the reason that I leave Facebook, the company itself or the business model behind it is the reason. I have repeatedly commented on this topic in recent times, and now is the time for this final decision, also because of a fruitful conversation with my long-term friend Jakob aka. Addliss, in which we both made this decision, as a healthy consequence.

Please do not get me wrong, I do not want to devalue anyone who finds Facebook great. This is a personal decision that everyone has to consider and decide for themselves.

See you somewhere! 😉

Ingo

Cutting Toxic People Out of Your Life

“I dropped all the toxic people in my life. Block. Delete. So simple. I unfollowed all the news and political pages on Twitter and Facebook. Life is so much better being a little selfish and putting my needs first. You can’t pour from an empty cup. As bitchy and heartless as I may sound, I’m actually able to love and care for those who actually care about me better after getting rid of the draining relationships.” — Naoko P.

Rumours About My Retirement — A Statement

Ingo Vogelmann
Not retired, yet.

There seems to be a rumour that I retired. Recently I also received messages from fans who asked me directly. I think it’s time to explain, and not just on this subject.

First of all: no. I haven’t retired, yet, nor do I plan so anytime soon. But I have either shut down or minimized certain activities that affect my work in the music industry, on the other hand, I draw my energy to other (and partially new) things.

About my management activities in the music industry

As you may know, I no longer work for FRISKY. I also removed my shows from the station, because I wanted it that way. I was not officially fired. At a certain point, FRISKY simply stopped communicating with me for reasons that to this day are incomprehensible to me, unless I suspected fraud. After all, I was the one who quit after nobody talked to me anymore. I got some sort of explanation (very much too late), but it wasn’t satisfactory at all. Despite the fact that it assumed completely false accusations that looked strongly like made up, for the sake of accusation. I can not spread the whole story publicly, it’s still a legal process that is far from over. I still have demands that I have to enforce in court.

With great pleasure I am Head of A&R for Pro B Tech Music. This job usually takes place in the background, which is why you do not notice much of it. But I am very busy. If you have demos, send them to me. 😉

Studio work

I direct my energy more and more to the work in the studio. That means I produce, mix, master and compose a lot, both for myself and for clients. That’s great fun. I couldn’t imagine quitting this, ever. I will probably do this until my very last breath. I just love music too much.

Radio shows

I do that. Still. As long as I enjoy it and my time allows it. I don’t know when the time has come when it stops being enough fun to continue, but you will notice.

Gigs

Quite clear: I’m picking out the really good ones. I’m tired of stupid discussions with promoters that do too much coke and have an incredibly inflated ego or want to fool me. I do not play for free drinks, travel expenses and hotel. BTW, I never did that.

To be honest: I have been involved in the music industry for about 25 years. I have experienced many beautiful things, seen many places and people and experienced unforgettable moments. But also many bitter disappointments. And I – 45 years old – do not feel like it anymore. Really not. I might be a bit stupid, but not that stupid.

And here is the most important thing…

Over the years, I have neglected far too many things. Friends and partnership, for example. Family. A normal life. I haven’t always given the really important people in my life the attention and energy they deserve. Although I always had the best intentions, I have been terrible on many subjects and fucked up opportunities.

At 45, I’m full of regrets that I need to process — believe it or not. Your own mistakes make you either go full retard (pardon the wording) or they make you humble and thoughtful. I want to be a better version of myself and live the life I could have lived earlier if I hadn’t clinged to stupid things and false perceptions. I also want to have more time and energy for private passions and hobbies, and I also want to really listen to the music I love more, not just skip through it, because I need to evaluate it.

I’m at an age where you do not have to get involved with everything or prove anything. I (almost) only do things that I enjoy doing. A few things I did before have only taken but not given back enough, or at all. Fuck this.

In a nutshell, I have no time or energy to waste. This life is short and will be over sooner or later, and I’m the only one responsible for my happiness until that day has come.

However, that’s the short explanation on the state of things. If necessary, I will explain more at some point. Thanks for your attention and for your support! I sincerely hope you understand what this is about, and what not.

I do not sell my own music anymore

I decided to offer all my music for which I own the copyrights* for free, now and in the future. “Free” means all music I have on my own label (L2 Music) can be downloaded for as low as zero (all currencies, smiles preferred) or for whatever amount you think is right, in the best possible quality! There are no hooks, eyelets or hidden conditions. There is just music.

You can either stream my music for free via Spotify or stream and/or download at Bandcamp.

Bandcamp

*Digital downloads, not physical products, of course. I have no influence on the price of my music that I have signed with other labels, hence I can not offer this for free. But all of my albums are on my own label, and most of my non-dance-music productions.

Of course, I will still do paid remixes (and receive royalties for those), and sign my music to other labels, mostly dance music productions. But music on my own label (my albums etc.) will be free from now on.

Why am I doing this?

It’s simple, really. There is no point in asking you to pay for the download of music files anymore when you can stream it for free already. Those who like to listen to music in top quality (the audiophiles among you), there are the free or pay-what-you-want downloads at Bandcamp.

Nevertheless, I would like to ask each one of you to support me by becoming my patron:

Become a Patron!

Thank you, no matter if you’re just a listener or paying subscriber/downloader. You’re all equally valuable to me.

Best Times to Post to Social Media

Today I want to share something with you, which works very well (for me!) for some time now. I’ve done a lot of research on this and I think I’m now able to put the best possible results together here for you.

I’m talking about the best times to post on social media. That sounds a bit general, and it is, so please, just take this as a guideline, but not as a 100 percent truth. Depending on what content you share it may work differently for you, and there are certainly many other factors that relativize my results.

I suggest that you always consult your own experiences and your gut feeling before you follow my (or anyone else’s) advice, especially when it comes to something as complicated as the one being talked about here.

However, here are my suggestions (all times in 24h format):

Facebook

  • Any day
  • Between 13:00 an 15:00, 20:00

Twitter

Easy.

  • Go here: Followerwonk
  • Fill in your Twitter name, click “Do it”
  • Scroll a bit down to “Most active hours for users [your_twitter_name] follows”
  • Check the results, or even add those to a Buffer schedule automatically!
  • Done.

Instagram

  • Mondays, Thursdays
  • Between 8:00 and 9:00, 17:00

Google+

  • Weekdays only
  • Between 9:00 and 13:00

You can really skip weekends entirely.

Tumblr

  • All week, although weekends, especially Sundays, are stronger
  • Between 17:00 and 1:00 (next day)

Tumblr folks are active at nights!

LinkedIn

  • Weekdays only
  • Between 7:00 and 8:00, 12:00, between 17:00 and 18:00

That’s it. Make sure to leave at least 15 minutes between posts. Happy posting! 🙂

The story of my father and what it’s got to do with Donald Trump and the 25th Amendment

A good while ago I decided to not post anything really political or too personal here on my website. People that know me personally know that I’m a “political thinking person” (or so), so this is in my system at all times, among other things that I talk about in a minute. I generally care for this planet and what happens on and to it. Today, I decided to be quite open about something, probably just for that one time.

I know a thing or two about narcissistic sociopaths. 

Please, know that I feel deeply ashamed of what I have to tell you now.

My father was an extreme narcissistic sociopath, combined with an extreme intelligence. I can hear you thinking: DANGER! And yes, you’re absolutely right. I’m sorry to have to admit that my father was a very dangerous man to many people surrounding him, me included. He was super-manipulative, a notorious but very smart liar, he cheated, he didn’t allow anyone to criticize him, he was sadistic, up to an extent that he really enjoyed “breaking” someone, and everything he did was only for his advantage. He liked to especially “break” me, because he considered me being his one real “competitor”, as I was from his blood. In his perception, his “own” son (he really owned me, I was his property) could have been the only one that could seriously challenge him. He loved to attack me on a daily basis, or at least whenever he could. It wasn’t exactly helpful that I’m a rebel by nature and a very strong personality myself. Actually, it did help, but you know what I mean.

I was so afraid of my father that I only needed to hear his big-ass Mercedes S-Class entering the driveway to our house when he came home at night, that my body — especially my legs — began shaking for no obvious physical reason. I didn’t feel cold or something like that. My legs just shook. His pure vicinity and existence scared the shit out of me. I knew he would be near me within a few minutes, attacking me again. Never physically, by the way. He was a psychological perpetrator.

I used to write diaries when I was a juvenile, and I wrote all my feelings down in them (alongside drawings), and one day — he “knew” I was very mad at him — he sort of raided my entire room (when I was at school) to find my diary. And he did, of course. It was full of insulting words for him, and he went ballistic. He took the diary to his attorney to deposit it there. I still don’t know why, and I never got the diary back. I think he wanted to have something against me in case I would sue him. My father was a very successful businessman who made a lot of money. I think he was paranoid about the thought that one day I would demand parts of his fortune.

His mental illness supported his success as a businessman substantially. He basically screwed everyone over and knew exactly which strings to pull at all times. Technically, he never made mistakes. He was like a machine, destroying others most effectively. I witnessed how he treated his staff many times, and I witnessed how he screwed his clients over. He perfectionized the art of manipulation and very “elegant” blackmailing. He fucked people over with a self-righteous smile on his face, feeling great about it, praising himself in that very moment he just killed someone’s life or existence, or broke someone’s heart. He was the big man, the king of an illusionary kingdom, the Donald Trump in my life.

Women had to fill a very classical role in his life. They had to prepare and serve food, they had to look good and willing to please him sexually, and most importantly: they had to be by his side as a living decoration of his greatness. Woman = trophy. Ideally, they would keep their mouths shut, unless he demanded to open it. Needless to say, he cheated on every woman he has ever been with, my mother included.

Luckily, this made me a feminist. 🙂

His abusive behavior made other people seriously sick, and he had zero empathy for anyone but himself. He considered himself to be a victim, in general, just like Donald Trump. Everyone was unfair and dishonest to him, no one treated him the way he deserved. Nothing was good enough for him, no matter how hard I (or anybody else) tried. Not much more than a heartless “not too bad” came out of his mouth, whenever I did something actual great. His son, I, was a worthless piece of shit that only fed on his achievements, resources and money. I had to prove literally everything on a daily basis, in order to “earn” his attention. Of course, I failed to 99.99%.

The most hurtful moment must have been when I had my first real gig as a drummer, in front of 2,000 people. He sat in the first row in the audience (to my surprise, he showed up). After the gig, the crowd gave us standing ovations and frenetic applause. My father was the only person that kept sitting, not applauding, not even smiling. Nothing. He was disgusted by my success and that I was very good at something that people admired and respected. My heart, that he had pissed on countless times before, was in a trillion pieces. On that day I really started to feel nothing but hate for him.

He could praise other people over the moon, though, when what they did meant something to his advantage. Or when someone expressed his admiration for him. Then this person was “the best ever”, Trump-style.

My father died early from another severe (physical) illness that he suffered from for a long time. I wasn’t ashamed then and I am not now when I say: it was a salvation for everyone, especially me. My father was a dark shadow in my life. He still continues to haunt me.

I will, most probably, never get rid of the sadness inside of me when I think about everything I said above. I’m sad that I had such a father, and it doesn’t stop to hurt that I have to talk about him like that. I wish I would have had a father to be proud of, but most importantly: a father proud of me. Instead, I have always been his #1 target, and I’m doomed to deal with this for the rest of my life.

Donald Trump
A textbook narcissistic sociopath, according to US psychologists

Okay, enough about my father. I hope you understand now why this topic is important to me. The “free world” has a new leader since 20th January, 2017, and he is just like my father was, just on a much larger scale.

This is why I want to talk about the 25th Amendment, Section 4, to the Constitution of the United States of America. It goes like this:

Whenever the Vice President and a majority of either the principal officers of the executive departments or of such other body as Congress may by law provide, transmit to the President pro tempore of the Senate and the Speaker of the House of Representatives their written declaration that the President is unable to discharge the powers and duties of his office, the Vice President shall immediately assume the powers and duties of the office as Acting President.

Thereafter, when the President transmits to the President pro tempore of the Senate and the Speaker of the House of Representatives his written declaration that no inability exists, he shall resume the powers and duties of his office unless the Vice President and a majority of either the principal officers of the executive department or of such other body as Congress may by law provide, transmit within four days to the President pro tempore of the Senate and the Speaker of the House of Representatives their written declaration that the President is unable to discharge the powers and duties of his office. Thereupon Congress shall decide the issue, assembling within forty-eight hours for that purpose if not in session. If the Congress, within twenty-one days after receipt of the latter written declaration, or, if Congress is not in session, within twenty-one days after Congress is required to assemble, determines by two-thirds vote of both Houses that the President is unable to discharge the powers and duties of his office, the Vice President shall continue to discharge the same as Acting President; otherwise, the President shall resume the powers and duties of his office.

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The relevant information is in bold letters. What I want to say is: According to numerous top psychologists, Donald Trump is mentally ill, suffering from a severe narcissistic personality disorder. Again, the world of scientists seems to be absolutely clear about that, it’s not an #alternativefact.

Here are my questions, and I’d be happy if you would give me answers, if possible:

  • Can someone or an institution force Donald Trump to have his mental health checked? And if, who and how?
  • Why has nobody done that already, and why didn’t anyone (or the constitution) request a general mental health check before someone gets inaugurated for such a high office?

I don’t get how this could happen, how the most powerful country on Earth has put someone into the Oval Office that is not mentally fit for this office. On the other hand I see a process like the one stated above as the most realistic and fastest way to remove Trump from office.

Mike Pence, despite the fact how much I disagree with him politically, seems to be at least a somewhat sane person. We can have political disagreements with people, but it’s another thing when someone is living out his symptoms of his mental illness. That is putting the entire world in danger…. just like my father fucked up my life when I was young.

The world needs to remove this sick man from office. Urgently.