Tuesday, January 3, 2017

A self stabbed colorful feather up your ass

The third day already in 2017. You could consider yesterday as a hesitant cold start, but today it is just "business as usual" again. A large portion of all gifts and presents of the last period are thrown, unloving and already forgotten, into a corner, another part already landed broken in the trash can. According to the standards of a car dealer the value of the new year significantly dropped, no, being new only takes but a day. While more and more economists must confess that an alternative social and financial policy, such as that implemented in Portugal, doesn’t lead to damnation, alternative energy shows not to be an Utopian option but a real possibility and all kinds of doctors and other experts come to the conclusion that raising the retirement age has much more disadvantages than advantages, for lack of applause, right-wing politicians sting themselves a colorful feather in their butt. The reason for that right handed pats on their left shoulder is often because they are proud that they could slow down the inevitable changes for yet another year. No, it’s not the screaming politicians that I fear, rather the insidious pencil sharpeners, often with an angry response on humanity because they have to compensate all kinds of childhood trauma. In Netherlands we have one that, once fled for political office on the Antilles because his fear for strong black women, acts like a gorilla by bouncing on his rib cage, well more like a Meerkat that lost his look at the horizon, because he could delay the compensating of tens of thousands of victims of earthquakes, as a result of gas extraction, yet another year. With the help of big business and the diggers of the liquid gold, he stretches the law to hide for his responsibilities, while the houses are uninhabitable and many are in danger of collapse. For such people in Netherlands we use expressions such as "Little pecker Rose-water" or "Prick the Paper-decorator", but I fear that it’s exactly where the urge for compensation comes from. A self stabbed colorful feather up your ass may be a temporary distraction, a future job with one of those biased Multinationals might also, but at home the wife just threw that compensatory Christmas toy into the wheelie bin.

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