Over here in the every now and then brutally occupied but liberated little speck on the coast of the Nothern Plastic Sea, we had to look up ‘germaphobe’ in our dictionary. We thought the BBL-in-C had become afraid of Germans. That isn’t as stupid as it seems to be. From 1933–45 ‘german’ meant ‘like a bacteria’ = ‘germ’. But now we love them again for being nice, peaceful neighbors who love our beaches and harbors, boats and holiday houses, our snacks and ice cream. So why should the BBL be afraid of them?

He isn’t, we know by now. He could be, tradewise, but you discovered he is just bacteriaphobe. A bit strange for someone who is a turd himself, but we have to agree with him on this subject. Go for it, turd!

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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