What could the conversation be like when Merkel was so
furious over the tapping of her phone by the Americans?
‘My little nigger darling…(giggle)’
‘I like that. I always have this strange sensation and good
feeling when you called me that.’
‘Sure you like that? Or you like me to call you something
more passionate?’
‘My darling fraulein, I always enjoy our conversation, just
between the two of us. Muaark.’
‘Muaark to you too. Now I am supposed to be angry, to yell
at you.’
‘Ya I know that, and I like it.’
‘Ok nigger, is your phone tap as well?’
‘Hahahaha, dare the white boys do something like that to
me.’
‘Isn’t it the same… that they are tapping mine, and whatever
sweet nothing we said would be heard?’
‘Not to worry dear. They will show it to me later and I will
tell them, delete, especially the nigger part. Muaark.’
‘You don’t be too sure. That Snowden boy could have a copy.’
‘That is another thing you need not worry about. He is with
us. We are planting him in Russia.’
‘Now that’s very cunning of you. No wonder Oliver Stone
called you a snake, a black one, very dangerous too.’
‘Oh oh, someone is listening, not one of our boys.’
‘Then must be pommie boys.’
‘Ok let’s cut it off for now. We will arrange for a
rendevous again. Or shall I invite you to my ranch?
‘You decide dear. I am yours. Bye nigger boy. Muaark.’