Skywatch Friday and some prose

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It's a privilege to show you pictures of my hometown of Amsterdam this week:

The street on which I live and my favourite waterfront spot at some two minutes walk. Do you have to go far to watch the sunset from the waterfront? 

After sharing dinner with a friend at a restaurant at some twenty minutes from my house (Amsterdam really isn't that big), I walked home through a neighborhood where I worked some fourty years ago. The alleyway I passed is older. It lead to an inn, sometime not long after the Middle Ages. For those longing for 'the good ol' days!', it served as a public toilet and a means of income for the ladies of the night, muggers and other 'couleur locale' that were invisible during the day. 

It's called 'Bierdragersgang'. Literally 'Beer carriers corridor'. Can you guess the profession of the people who mostly used it? 

We had a few days of Summer. Instantly to be enjoyed because in The Netherlands you never know when the next Summer day may be. I always take my Dopper water bottle. Which won some design awards for being made of recycled plastic, the cap serves as a cup and when you unscrew it, the bottle is fairly easy to clean. Often I engage in some light reading. Like Yuval Noah Harari's 'Nexus', centered around the question: "What is information really?" 

"Is that a back pack hanging from a flagpole?" Yes, and the flag of the city of Amsterdam. Hanging out the schoolbag is a (only Dutch?) habit signifying the start of adulthood: it sways in the wind notifying passersby a young adult just passed their high school exams. 

Do you have similar traditions in your part of the world? 

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This weeks poem was written in the dressing room of a theatre in Middlesbrough, UK in December 2024:

To be Copied (a #poem)

The smell of sea 

and the sound of her breath 

The wind in your hair 

and the salt in the air

does wonders to the soul 

like smiling at a dog

in a Christmas jumper 

A penguin 

about to be kidnapped 

or at least 

to be copied 

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Anti-semites

Wappies really seem a different kind of hominim. While the Homo Sapiens Sapiens evolved to beings who can think for themselves, the Homo Lunatic Ludicrous got stuck in the time of the Neanderthaler: terrified of anything they can't understand. Which makes them easy targets for populists that tell them they will be alright as long as they do exactly as the populist tells them to do. According to the principle of 'Trust me, bro!'

It's why they trust websites with words like 'truth' and 'natural' in them over medical science. 

In wappies' defence: cancer, corona, autism, air pollution - or whatever is trending on social media - can't hurt corpses. So wappies should keep on using ivermectin, inject themselves with bleach, cover their heads with Anti 5G radiation blankets, drink pine tea to combat kidney failure or whatever their favourite fake doctor tells them they should do. 

More often then not, the 'Oh no, chemtrails!' and 'The government and scientists lie to us!' people are led to believe fascism is the best form of government. Because they want a single strong leader to lead them into thinking the solution to all of their problems and cause of all their fears is something unknown. In general: people who don't act and look like them: witches, gypsies, communists, freemasons, Jews, arabs, homosexuals, people of colour, refugees...everyone who seems foreign to them. 

Tell them these elusive 'foreigners' are to blame and they are like putty in your hands. Not long ago they used to be against Jews and Dutch wappies even fought alongside the nazis to rid the world of Jews and other Untermenschen. 

But geopolitics shifted so now that same kind of people want to rid the world of arabs 'because arabs are anti-jew!' Only because their 'strong man' (right wing populair men and women) didn't tell them that arabs are semites too. 

Personally I take great pleasure in watching their eyes turn wildly in despair if I confront wappies with simple facts like these: if being anti-Netanyahu makes one an antisemite 'because he's Jewish!', you're an antisemite if you're anti-Soros. 

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