Good morning, Humans. As my British pen pal, Kitteny, was again complaining about me using big words. I’m trying to keep it as short as possible this time. But unfortunately, I can’t ignore it completely. If something is disturbing me during breakfast I’ll have to complain. Can’t help it.
So, here we go.
22nd of March 2016 there was the bombing in Bruxelles. 23rd of March there was, as expected and quite normal, a reunion of the Belgian minister of Justice with high figures of the Belgian security forces. Quite normal so far. There was another person present who shouldn’t be present. According to the separation of power and according to, let’s just say taste. The other person was the mayor of Antwerp and head of the N-VA. So let’s just say, he shouldn’t have been there but was there. Where’s the big problem? The problem is this “news” was brought to daylight by a tabloid. Not by, if you may call them so, a serious, political journal. But by a tabloid. The question is: Didn’t the so-called serious journals know about it? And if they knew about it why haven’t they spread the news?
And now for something completely different. We are closing in on Christmas. OK, so what? If you are celebrating Christmas. This is your right, you can celebrate whatever you want. Here in my little part of the world. It’s just a big nope. On the outside, in the town, yes. But not here, at home. It’s the celebration of the birthday of a not scientifically confirmed person some 2000 years ago. It has something to do with tradition. It may be a bit contradictory that it has over the years developed into a feast of unlimited commerce. But apparently humans are like that. Just as another example of the human follies. There’s a series of ads on the radio at the moment. A person writing a letter to another imaginary person, Father Christmas, this time. Complaining about receiving every year the same present. And menacing Father Christmas that if the person receives again the same present. There will be torture, killing of innocent animals and so forth. First of all, shouldn’t this present be kind of a surprise, something personal? And second with the end of the ad, quote: I want a smart phone! Endquote, I do not think you are even close to understanding what this should be about. It sounds like you’re placing an order and if you don’t get what you want you will use violence. Is this what your feast is about? The one for an imaginary reason? Spoiled brats!
Humans, I sincerely hope that in 2017 you will be better. More intelligent, friendlier, helpful. But seriously I doubt that.
Picture is quite a new one. But the preferred photographer didn’t get the message. So she took a photo of Rashid, instead of me.
For those who are celebrating Christmas, however you want to, Merry Christmas. And for those who don’t, this, too, will pass.
See you next week