it is 00.19 h a.m. over here in the happy go lucky, smallish but autonomous country on the eastern side of the Atlantic plastic soup. I drank too much Ballantines after a wonderful night with our neighbors, under a starry sky showing flashes of burning meteorites and ISS or some other senseless satellite speeding between the stars of the Great Bear. I love that constellation, because it is there always, above our home. I even proposed to call our house Ursus Maior, but my dear wife opposed that. She thinks it is arrogant to pull down and diminish the universe to a little irrelevant house on earth.

During the uploading of the pictures of that great party I read the posts of my favorite satirists. They are all about the most derelict, disgusting, dopey, dark dork we have to tolerate on earth. It suddenly made me sad. He and his republican madmen really are destroying earth, aren’t they? It made me mad too. How long do we have to accept he was elected? It made me bad. But bad is a no go for me. Going bad means giving in to the enemy, copying its crooked thinking and unethical behavior. Americans becoming our enemies! What happened? Where did it go wrong?

Friend of life and beauty and foe of spoilers of life and beauty. Golden marriage. Grandfather. Pianist and micro poet. Dutch, European.

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