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Margaret Thatcher privatisiert Hölle:
Tausende Dämonen bangen um ihre Jobs
Hölle (dpo) – Die Hölle soll privatisiert werden. Dies kündigte heute Satan höchstpersönlich an. Den Umbau vom trägen Bürokratieungetüm zum schlanken, profitorientierten Privatunternehmem wird Margaret Thatcher (†) überwachen. Der Fürst der Finsternis hat die frühere britische Premierministerin am Montag als CEO an seine Seite geholt, um einen reibungslosen Übergang garantieren zu können. Die infernalen Gewerkschaften indes drohen mit Streik.
Jahrtausendelang wurde die Hölle weitgehend aus Himmelssubventionen finanziert, nun soll sie auf eigenen Beinen stehen. Um Profite erwirtschaften zu können, werden vor allem die Kirchen zur Kasse gebeten. Da es zu deren Geschäftsmodell gehört, ihren Anhängern mit der Hölle zu drohen, müssen sie künftig Tantiemen bezahlen. Außerdem sollen private Investoren geworben werden.
Thatcher macht ihm das Leben zur Hölle: Dämon
Thatcher erklärt den neuen Geschäftszweig bei einer Pressekonferenz näher: „Reiche Geschäftsleute haben ab sofort die Möglichkeit, sich eine Sonderbehandlung zu erkaufen, wenn sie nach ihrem Tode in die Hölle kommen – und glauben Sie mir: In die Hölle kommen sie fast alle. Das Angebot reicht von einer Verringerung der vorgesehenen Qualen bis hin zu einem Leben wie Satan in Frankreich.“
Weiterhin sollen niedrige Steuern dabei helfen, ausländische Großunternehmen wie Waffenhersteller und Banken in der Hölle anzusiedeln, die kein Problem damit haben, einen Pakt mit dem Teufel zu schließen.
Die Erschließung neuer Geldquellen wird von harten Sparmaßnahmen flankiert: So will die Eiserne Lady jeden einzelnen Arbeitsplatz an den Feuerlöchern und Foltergeräten auf den Prüfstand stellen und gegebenenfalls Subunternehmer und Leiharbeitsfirmen beauftragen. Der Kündigungsschutz und die Lohnfortzahlung im Krankheitsfall entfallen komplett.
Kein Wunder, dass die Gewerkschaft der Dämonen, die Koboldunion Zwergi und die Arbeitnehmerverbände der Quälteufel Sturm laufen. Sie befürchten, dass die Hölle bald ein noch schlimmerer Ort ist als Großbritannien. (Der Postillion)
Margret Thatcher is privatising hell. Thousands of demons in fear for their jobs.
Hell (ahp) – Hell is going to be privatised. This was announced by Satan himself today. Change from a slow bureaucratic institution to a slim, profit oriented private business will be surveyed by Margaret Thatcher (†) herself. The lord of darkness has called in ex-prime minister of Britain last monday as CEO to guarantee smooth transformation. The infernal trade union threatened with strikes. For thousands of years hell was mainly financed by heavenly subventions. Now it has to stand on it’s own feet. To be able to gain profit firstly the churches will be soaked. As their business is based on threatening their followers with hell, they will have to pay royalties in the future. Private investment is also going to be approached.
Thatcher makes his life a hell: demon.
Thatcher explained the new business model at a press conference: „Wealthy business people immediately have the possibility to buy themselves extra treatment when they come to hell after death – and believe me: they will almost all come to hell. The offers range from a reduction of merited pains upto a life like Satan in France.“
At the same time reduced taxation will help to get foreign businesses like arms manufacturers and banks to settle in hell, as they don’t fear to do a deal with the devil.
The development of future sources of capital will be flanked by hard austerity measures and cuts in public expediture: the iron lady wants to put every job at the fire holes and torture instruments to a test and to assign subcontractors and labor leasing where necessary. Dismissial protection and sick pay are completely erased.
No wonder that the labour union of demons and the employee’s association of tantalisation devils roar up. They fear that hell is soon going to be a place worse than Britain.
[Text: Der Postillion, translation: Nikkolo Feuermacher]
A HELLISH ENCOUNTER
The furnaces were roaring
With a foul and sulphurous smell
The damned were being tortured –
Just another day in Hell.
The air was full of ghastly screams
And soul-destroying moans
When above the dreadful clamour
Rose some shrill suburban tones…
‘So messy! And so smelly!
And so awfully, awfully hot!
And all you do is torture –
That puts nothing in the pot!
I’ll close down all your furnaces
Your unproductive ways
And build a brand new call centre –
A Purgatory that pays!’
The Devil dropped his pitchfork
And put on his coat and hat.
‘I don’t mind facing Jesus
But I can’t compete with that!’
But the damned and all the goblins
Pleaded ‘Lucifer, don’t go!’
Stay and help us in our fight –
Better the Devil that we know!’
So they voted him shop steward
And he led a demonstration
While Thatcher glared and tutted
In mad, impotent frustration.
Then they made some massive banners
In huge letters: ‘COAL NOT DOLE’!
‘NOT ONE SINGLE FURNACE CLOSURE!’
‘GO TO HEAVEN, TORY TROLL!’
Now Tomas de Torquemada
Held a centuries-old position
As editor of Hell’s newspaper:
The Daily Inquisition.
So Thatcher went to him and said
‘I need some press support.
It always does my bidding.
Here’s some text for your report!’
But Tomas said ‘Can’t help you –
‘Cos, Satan, he’s my mate!
You know I’ve served him faithfully
Since 1498…’
So she yelled upstairs to Murdoch:
‘Rupert, time for you to die!
I need you down here urgently!’
But there was no reply.
Then the Devil came in glory
Brian Clough at his right hand
And in tones to shatter marble
He roared: ‘Margaret, you are banned!
Hell’s a worker-run collective
Self-sufficient, closely-knit.
We don’t need your poxy meddling.
I condemn you to the pit!
But, first, I’ll reunite you
With the one you love the most.
He was hiding in the coal hole.
He was dressed up as a ghost.
Said he DIDN’T WANT to see you!
Said to PLEASE keep him away!
But you’re here now, aren’t you, Denis?
Bid your lady wife good day…..
They were loaded in the lift shaft
And soon they were gone from sight
And heading for an awful place
Of pain and endless night
And you’re not going to believe this
‘Twas such awful, rotten luck –
But half way down the endless pit
The Thatchers’ lift got stuck…
So fight for social justice
And build a better world
And bury her foul legacy
With red banners unfurled
And heed the final message
Of this cautionary verse
Or you could end up like Denis.
I can think of nothing worse.