Friday the 13th, blue hair and hounest prized milk

2017, January, and yes Friday the 13th.  While one of the French presidential candidates, the leader of the ultra rightwing-racist populist National Front, Marine Le Pen takes a cup of coffee in the Trump Tower, without any hope to meet the narcissistic rogue himself, like a mother of three kids on welfare who walks the streets with a secondhand cardboard bag of Gucci, the world famous Maracanã Stadium in Rio de Janeiro, five months after the Olympic Games, looks like a reminiscent of a historic Aztec ruin and a woodworker in Portugal wakes up with Chinese-inspired muscle pain, a blue-haired, Pilates instructor who has such a flexible body she doesn’t no the experience of muscle pain, savagely blows against the waves on the quay of TESO in Den Helder, the ferry crossing to Texel turns out to be impossible because of the storm. Meanwhile, one of the dozen shouting, gun towing, police officers, after the pursuit and arrest of a coloured student, states during the hearing in Evanston (USA, where else?) that he should be happy not to be riddled by bullets because he had bought a car that doesn’t match his profile and therefore had to be stolen.  One way or another, the whole story sounds a bit Dutch.  While proud, creative, and most likely less talented, no doubt culture fixed parents give their daughter the name Swastika for the rest of her life, as from today the Rural Muller milk lies on the Spanish supermarket shelves, milk produced by women, no, by women farmers of course, which, incidentally, run half of all dairy farms in Spain and who believe that they, without the intervention of the Danone Milk Mafia, can ask a realistic price for their product.  1.20 for a liter milk, a first step towards the dismantling of unfair contracts in a corrupt grant guzzling world.  Too bad it’s not of any importance to the average Spaniard, out of poverty they have to mix the cheapest milk with even more water ....