Tuesday, February 14, 2017

A State Secretary with Stockholm Syndrome

2017, Tuesday the 12th of February. While America turned so Trumptesk that during the Fed Cup in Hawaii prior to a game between an American and German tennis player they didn’t play the German anthem, but the anthem of Nazi Germany, it seems the indoctrination by years of working with the right-wing robbers party, formerly socialist, minds of many  Dutch Labour party coalition members are irreparably affected. Although the PvdA (Labour Party) is going downhill in a soapbox derby car without brakes toward the brink of the abyss, for Secretary of State Jetta Klijnsma, better known abroad as head of the Ministry of Silly Walks, that's no reason to listen more her voters, but she simply, clearly suffering from the Stockholm syndrome, follows the orders of the elite, represented by Prime Minister Rutte, to destroy the pension system as irrecoverably as possible. The savings, payed monthly by workers, in the pension fund increases to about 1400 billion. It's private money, owned by anyone who payed his or her pay share, but it must be ceded. As vultures floating above the altar of capitalism, the great greedy grabbers try to slide that money in the direction of the Government and insurance companies, under the guise of reform. The, by the many poison that she interspersed on her allotment, scattered State Secretary has a sacred believe that pension money is just Community money and by no means a part of the salary that an employee, albeit in a deferred form, should receive. Why Governments are occasionally described as robbers, thieves or mafia gangs is totally clear. For the Secretary of State herself, the expropriation of private money for the benefit of big business, has no effect on her future career, because from the middle of this year she can enjoy the standard political "retaining" payments until her retirement, also paid for by the working class, because the ladies and gentlemen politicians have forgotten to pay their own pension premium. Meanwhile, there are some refugees crossing the Portuguese border. No not some war zone asylum seekers but just people from The Netherlands. Several young families, on the run for right nationalism, fabricated truths and all other concealed defects, try to settle in the rural heart of this beautiful country looking for a better future for their children. Soon there will be probably a need for refugee camps equal to Canada where small asylum seeker centres on the border with the United States are calling for help, because they can’t handle the influx of people fleeing for the Boar of Pig Paradise. No, that is not an alternative truth, the past few months, hundreds of refugees crossed the northern border in the direction of Manitoba, a province that borders the United States. Normally just a few refugees turn up there, but in Emerson-Franklin, a small town in Canada above North Dakota, already more than 400 refugees crossed the border since the elections who, because of their background, if African, Muslim, or because they have children by a mixed marriage of an impure race, and asked for asylum. They say that because of the changing political climate they no  longer feel safe in the United States. The Canadians are happy to help the refugees, they just follow their Prime Minister who stated earlier that all people on the run are welcome. The same is true for all who choose Portugal as an option, there is enough place around, 1 in 6 homes is up for sale and most areas are high enough to not having to build an ark in the future. Green instead of Golden mountains, neighbors help instead of public grants, compassionate participation in which the care for one another is tradition without tax deductible bureaucracy ... you should of course have a feel for the culture and be willing to accept local customs, but most Dutch people have a strong view on that subject anyway lately....

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