Values no pen can describe

2017, 1 February, it's a work bench Wednesday.  The beginning of a new month that I wanted to start with a, somewhat more lighthearted than usual, look at the world and in which I, for my own peace of mind, liked to find the positive cherry’s on the cake.  I looked for small hopeful messages between the screaming headlines, looked on the "Facebook timelines" of friends with a cheerful nature and even to fake news at the well known suppliers on Twitter.  The only bit of glee I found was on my least favorite social media network Linked-In, where a vague acquaintance proudly presented his new Office, he has something to do with mediation between people with disabilities and municipal institutions, a kind of advisors role that apparently makes more than wind eggs, given the proudly presented luxury property and the new Lexus as a business car.  I thought I also saw some positivity in a talk show, hosted by that blonde lady who but can't decide whether she should pronounce "Trump" in Dutch or with the American accent she does so well, about a hundred million euros, that the Minister of welfare has managed to niggle from the participation pastor, formerly known as prime minister Rutte, so that over four hundred thousand children in the country that are living in poor families, below the “poverty line”, have a change to experience the minimum standards, according to the gouvernment values, of life.  Of course the disease, of which these children are the symptom, is not appointed, namely the complete erosion of a social system whereby their parents need to get at a food bank for daily bread and are forced to do voluntary work at the former position of a paid employee. The positive stardust that this Minister spread came right out of the television into the living room and landed just in front of the sofa, like a mountain of annoyance, to high to get rid of with a single package of Swiffer Tissues.
However, last night something happened in the Netherlands that is so awful, even the keyboard of the laptop has struggled to absorb the anger during the formulation of this Christian message which the fundamentalist political reformed party had for the people.  As is often the case with convinced and unworldly believers, the SGP believes that their own form of Christianity is superior to all other directions and forms of worship of fabricated gods.  At first they claim that it’s a "Western tradition" for Christians to preach that all people are created equal and thus all have equal rights, but that it’s not a reason to hold on to the equality of all religions. According to the reli-maffia it would be highly unwise to import other religions and therefore their message turned out to be a disguised version of a right-wing Islamophobic warning for the tsunami of "refugees dressed in Islamic robes".  For the people who do not know, "politically reformed" stands for something like Christian sharia, in which corporal punishment for children and the death penalty a "means of God", where women must obey their men at all times, should not have voting rights and should not be active in politics.  Yes, it is a thorn in the side of the radical party predecessor that they had to open the membership to their party for women because of the Constitution, to avoid the exclusion of the financial support for political parties, read: tax money, and to evade prosecution for discrimination.  Now, religion of course no place in politics, but any condemnation with regard to Governments in other countries is completely ridiculous and unbelievable while in your own country a religious sect, which places itself above the law when it comes to all sorts of so-called religious freedoms as gay-free schools, the deliberate spread of infectious disease by not vaccination of their children, using the Bible, after causing an accident, as insurance papers, is given the status of political party rather than that of a criminal organisation.  So, that out, what a relieve. I’m going to make a 5th cup of coffee, let it this smoking keyboard cool down and are going to sand a few little doors that have to be delivered today.  It is a beautiful day, this workbench Wednesday!