The second day in
2017. It is cold and bleak outside, especially at the crack of dawn,
even in Portugal, but that will not be the only reason why new
students don’t leave their family homes, studying is for the rich,
once again reaffirmed by the elite. Maybe it is for the elderly in
Greece, as they run the risk of dying on a simple type of flu because
of the lack of medical help. While in the Netherlands aid workers are
molested, by angry white males with colorful scarves, during their
underpaid attempts to rescue victims of the night, a Minister, in his
big eared chair, blocking the view on reality, in front of the
fireplace in his villa, uses Twitter to scramble the fact that he’s
to blame. The consequences of their policies, even during a hail
storm, are no problem for political decision-makers. Because the
digital rain gutter leaks like a condom made of cheesecloth, yet
another whistle blowers-file makes it clear that Luxembourg, the Irish
and especially the Dutch multinational puppets are trying to keep a
socially responsible tax system in Europe from getting under the
umbrella. The new year is all about elections. Choose between the
rain, the drops or just simply drown, getting the sheep on dry land
is not an option. One French presidential candidate wants a
separation from Europe to beat arch rival Germany, the second one
wants barbed wire and encampments to revive the glory times and the
third, not affiliated with a party, tries to get the surrounding
economies to their knees by the leveling the taxman’s playing field
within the EU. Prudent maybe but completely against the tsunami of
populist sentiments and especially the tax paradise worshiping, veto
owning, big capital Templar Knights of the northern low lands. No,
happy it won’t be, this fragile budding new year, exciting though.
Maybe the worries about some food on the table, some wood for the
stove and some money for the electricity account and gasoline for the
old car are quite enough. Enough to make you ignore the rain and the
storm, not looking up from under your own umbrella if you need to go
outside for some reason.
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