A Sunday morning bathrobe moment...

2017, the 36th day.  Crumb after crumb, of the last crust of civilization-bread, disappears in the vacuum cleaners of populist, hate preaching, people in power.  The, made from a massaged mass of social dough, merciful water and compassion rich yeast baked, folklore bread was consumed slice by slice by the elite, who now also take the crumbs of the plate, carefully swept together and collected by the rest of society, by dredging them from the lower regions of civilization.  While the vast majority of the world feeds on the flour of manipulated cereals, a small group of individuals owns warehouses full of self-enrichment flour.  Once a year they organize a congress, once started in the Dutch hotel Bilderberg at Oosterbeek, but nowadays these gatherings are held at beautiful locations as the Portuguese Sintra, the Interalpen-Hotel in Tirol and the Ritz Carlton Hotel in Istanbul, to taste and rate each other's sweet rolls and share the tricks of the trade.  Some time ago the assistant-bakers were allowed to join in at a forum meeting in Davos.  The topic of next Congress will be about the equipment with which the bread is baked, it appears that one of the bakers servants fired the oven much too hot, resulting in too much smoke and cracks in the chimney.  He also seems to cheat on the composition of the dough, in which a balanced percentage, becoming rarer and more expensive, old crumbs should be mixed to camouflage the colour of the self-enrichment flour.  More and more customers don’t like the color, the smell and the taste of the manipulated bread and refuse to eat it. Despite the massive public criticism and the civil disobedient home baked bread, the new assistant-baker on the block keeps firing up the oven and tries to sell that, white sour milky, bread he’s baking. He is swinging around with a rolling pin and decrees like a rapist from Arkansas who denounces his victim because she aborted the product of his inhuman violence act.  It's Sunday and while a Republican Christian Miner with dust in his lungs, in addition to praying for the death penalty for all gays, abortion clinic employees and Muslims,  does a silent supplication in the Church bench for the preservation of Obamacare, a Portuguese couple drives right after mass to the supermarket to do some shopping and an American scientist visits for the first time his new research site in a asylum seekers laboratory in Lisbon, the sawdust maker slides a few pre-baked Aldi thingies in the oven. Outdoors the winds are blowing around the house, our four-legged friend sears her whiskers on the glass behind which the creation of breakfast takes place and the Lady of the House awakens by the smell of freshly baked pastries.  Sunday morning, a bathrobe moment on the lonely Hill, romance will never get lost.......