Germans are like just soo aus dem Häuschen (in a tizzy) about the new President who of course isn’t just quite the new President right yet that they have already placed his graven image in Madame Tussauds (Unter den Linden, versteht sich) and are taking turns stroking “it” profusely. Well at least this one reporter lady here seems to be getting sore wrists.
Here’s the before shot.
Here’s the after one.
The after shots are always better, you know. She’s the one on the left, by the way. Uhmm, I’m no expert on anatomy or anything, but isn’t the guy on the second shot more of a cross between that shark dude on Saving Nemo and O.J. Simpson? I mean of course the “old” O.J., O.K.? I shouldn’t moan, I guess. It’s not very easy doing likenesses. Especially at places like this.
“Ich gehe näher ran, lege den Arm um seine Hüften, wie damals.”


That must be the same guy (on the aftershot), who yelled: “…verdammt, bin ich eine Wutz”, when, during a break at Starbucks, he spilled his coffee onto his fresh white shirt.
The lady in his company lazily remarked: “…yeah, and you also completely mired yourself.”
Keep those waxy Gestalten coming, Hermann!
Wow! She looks so realistic!
Do they have Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, et al in another room? A chamber of horrors?