Looking away, drinking sour wine..

Sunday, a day of rest, the 29th of January 2017, even though I have my doubts about the year,, it might as well be 1937 given the state the world is in.  The inspiration to spent an hour every day, during that early morning coffee ritual, to write in this public diary, flattens.  The balance between incredibly bad news and messages of hope is gone.  It’s becoming increasingly difficult to look with some nuances to the responses at news and notifications from over the world, which reach into the living room by "social media".  Every fair and compassionate expression of concern, personal experience of injustice and even sad message of helplessness are used, without any historical awareness, to spit racist, nationalistic, abusive and discriminatory remarks.  Until recently you could still hope that a discussion with elaborate arguments and substantiated facts could lead to a solution, but the belief that education and good conversation could affect people with an angry, racist nature is an illusion.  While one half has found a scapegoat in Islam, and worship their extremist populist politicians as heroes and spread the virus of intolerance, the other condemns anyone who is not living accordance to the commandments of an American rewritten Bible.  Meanwhile, Mississippi is the first State of the US where gay and lesbian, by law, can openly be refused the access to medical care, shops, restaurants and even government agencies.  Those effects of a "Christian" sharia are precisely why the European populists fight Islam, of whom some also throw in Jews and Gypsies to the explosive mixture of racism.  The "Land of the free" is changed overnight from a defective democracy in a totalitarian system where religion, origin and orientation are used as dangerous pandora boxes to bring the white elite to absolute power.  A handful of "world leaders" expresses some form of displeasure, but most put the priority to commercial interests and evidently enjoy their own power so much that it’s not unthinkable that during the night, on their Swiss Sense mattress, wet dreams about dictator games occur. It is a weird sensation for an uncertain atheist that the head of the Catholic Church is one of the few who, when it comes to the consequences of the emergence of a new dictatorship on the American continent, protests with wise words of compassion.  Some ask why I, living on a safe hill far away from the evil world, use the time to express my feelings on it all as it would hardly influence any outcome. And Yes, maybe I should adjust my personal priorities, as today we don’t know whether we will be able to go shopping for food or will be able to pay the bills next week, the crisis takes severe forms, but that does not excuse me, and all who have the illusion of being safe, of trying my best and be a part of the resistance against all these threats to our freedom.  History shows that looking away can have acid consequences, neutrality is no longer an option, any more than that a lump of sugar makes a sour wine into a heavenly drink.