Swimming in a Pigshit stream..

Friday the 17th of February 2017. Day 48 of a year in which it becomes slowly clear that some ominous pamphlets, of never taken seriously doomsayers, grow like prickly weeds through the cracks of their grave stones to get some retrospective recognition. The Eagle, not only as a symbol, is only a few signed documents away from extinction. In the crystal ball only pigs are rooting unlimited for oil and gold, and a Peregrine Falcon destroys its last laid egg because no chick has a future in Boar Paradise. We seem to be on the way to the end of time with massive pleas for a thimble of drinkable water, Biblical migrations in search of the last potato and gladiator spectacles in which the lion acts like a tame sheep. All under the watchful eye of the, with gold and precious stones decorated, wrapped in a creation designed by his daughter of human skin and cockroach scales, King Boar. The conscience of the world protests, for the time being, insufficiently civilied and although the have morale and scientific proof on their side, the future can’t be saved with just love and persuasion. In the Dutch little tower of power ideas for a better world are, by using capitalist auditors and viewed at by a self-centered glasses, sentenced to death for the sake of a distant economic future. Blinded by pieces of silver and sky-reaching glass towers full of letter boxes, people and homeland are betrayed with the only one motive, maintaining the elite status. Bleeding now for later wealth of others is the portrayed motto, as if the deliberately hollowed-out education to make people in to simple souls could be fruitful in just a few generations. There is no economic perspective in a world without clean water, a working ecological system, oxygen-containing air, flourishing flora and fauna, human sizes and sawdustmakers. For the first time in history even scientists parade the streets to protest because, with the speed the devastating pig shit streams, we will have our last supper much earlier than expected and no, there won’t be much food on the table. We should be looking to the talents in our selves to turn the tide, feel some belligerence even though it might require revolutionary victims, get more politically involved and claim our democratic right, which has been eroded to just vote once every four years to put some public representation on the plush. The solutions found outside the political frameworks are in great contrast with the life-threatening intentions of the capital-driven puppets hiding behind procedures, security analyses and secret reports. Unfortunately, the battle is fought in that arena of lies and deception and we will need people whose talents could be useful in that pit of destruction to put the gloves on. Maybe a simple sawdustmaker should make a sacrifice to and should infiltrate within a movement that is represented in the European Parliament because national victories have no meaning in a world full of "CETA" like treaties. Maybe it's also a bit of self-interest, I would exchange my own, probably never payed out pension, anytime for the retirement benefits of a European Parliamentarian...