Feudal fog in Davos, heavy fog on the lonesome hill

2017, Tuesday the 17th.  While the B-street band, a "chord down" clone of the E-street band decided not to act at the inauguration of Trump because the “Bruce Springsteen cover band” probably had no "royalty-free" number to play, a prominent politician of the Republican party is arrested, just because he did exactly what the great leader said he had to do.  The 71-year-old plush sticker is detained for "pussy grabbing" a female officer.  The women's statement was supported by images of a surveillance camera, a detail where this member of a German, probably from Cologne, immigrant family apparently wasn't aware of.  Meanwhile, more people in Europe die each year from the effects of the emissions of coal-fired power plants, then cigarette smokers are killed by the voluntary pleasure the choose, the Dutch Prime Minister, with 51 other elites goes to the annual meeting of the World Economic Forum in the mundane Davos, where he discusses, with the rest of those absolute elite of the global business and politics, the world problems, and how they can earn the most money in this situation.  No, the entrance ticket of 63.000 euros he didn’t pay out of his own pocket, any more than the ministers who he takes along.  Well, not that there are many other Prime Ministers and heads of State. The German, French and Italian Prime Ministers and the leaders of the "G7" for example are not there, except of course the feudalism lover Vanessa May and some Chinese who, for lack of better, through the feeling of absolute power get to that so much needed orgasm.  Prime Minister Rutte must be happy, Shakira comes too! While the only non Royal member of the Dutch Royal family wrote an extremely sensible note; "We need to draw attention to the effects of smaller gouvernments and less supervision and the philosophy of “leave it up to the corporations themselves”, two broken chairs, a banjo to be repaired, material for a few doors and a piece of wood for a, commissioned, sculpture are on the workbench of a positive, however slightly confused, woodworker who, on the solitary, by fog hidden hill, tries to stumble back to the kitchen door, all because of a deep, by an overzealous dog made pit in the garden. Washing muddy hands, a patch on the knee and, well, and another coffee.  We’ll try again later on. ...