Who’s a Danger?

Barley. It’s whats for dinner.

In Amsterdam there is sun. Bright and sunny sun. Papers on communication theories prevent the enjoyment of this sun. Until now… all has been completed.

There is one soul who has offerred to instuct dutch on a friendly level. To quote Derrick of Toronto: “I want to learn things like bicycle dutch, or Albert Hein (supermarket) Dutch.” Agreed Derrick. The terms at the supermarket are confusing. A letter from the bank was received recently. The name: Mark Fonseca Rendeiro appears on it, as does paragraphs in Dutch which are probably quite important.

There was a discussion last night with a Finnish girl. She was quite sage-like. Global politics was the subject…. or was it snow? Probably both. Helsinki is now definitely on the “to visit” list. A place where during the winter, you get daylight from 9:30 until 4.. or less maybe.

All this talk of weapons of mass destruction. Yet… who has the most nuclear, chemical, and biological weapons in the world? USA! Who constantly refuses to cooperate or let alone fund the United Nations? USA Who unilaterally attacks/invades/intervenes militarily in other nations? USA

Who’s a danger to the world? Iraq!?

Puzzling.

A World Memorial

Well it’s 911. Which used to be an emergency number to teach children in the US. Now, I think it means war against invisible people.

Wars against invisible people should be quite difficult. One would have to be invisible to see an invisible person, and even then, would they see each other?

Still NYC… the homeland… is on the brain. Memories and memories. Though ceremonies and presidential speeches are definately not missed. Whats really not missed is the annoying use of American flags! Thankfully in Amsterdam… or Europe in general it’s considered dam tacky and outright wierd to wear a flag, unless you’re at a football match.

But still… heres to NYC. On this, an anniversary of such a sad day. And to those who don’t know… it’s not a sad day in America. It’s a sad day around the world. Don’t let them tell you otherwise… borders and nationalism are just made up for political reasons. We’re all family round here…. human family.

Domino

So.. if the US attacks Iraq, which by the way – is a form of terrorism, the following becomes quite possible:

China will attack Taiwan, saying that they are a threat to the mainland.

India will Nuc Pakistan, saying that they are a threat.

Israel will further anniolate Palestinians, saying (as they have) that they are threats.

Children will be arrested in grade school or kindergarten, because they are future threats to the world.

Cats will attack dogs, saying they are threats.

Worms everywhere will assemble to take on birds saying they are a threat to the worm way of life.

CocaCola will bomb Pepsi headquarters, saying they are a threat to business.

Nice neighborhoods will rob poor neighborhoods, saying that it is a preemptive theft, because they are a threat.

Life will be better. No doubt about it.

I don’t know

LOUD DUTCH SINGING! “BLAH BLAH LAAA LAA” And there in a boat, is a group of Dutch singing there hearts out, seemingly making fun of someone on dryland. A look at dryland reveals 2 mounted police, protected by garbage bag ponchos amidst the first big rain this month in A’dam. Next to the horses, there’s the fire-rescue unit… where two divers are standing in full diving gear, save the oxygen tank. They seem annoyed… or embarrassed. And they’re waving off the boat with the singing Dutchfolk. But the boat suddenly floats towards the divers, and the singing turns to chanting… abusive chanting… sort of like “You’re a sucker, you dive into this toxic water!” (To the tune of ol-lang-syn.) And then laughter follows… ten minutes of laughter. One Dutchy throws a lolipop into the canal in slow motion, as if to say… “go get this one!”

And then its over. One diver salutes the boat… they salute back and chug away. Another day in Amsterdam. Another chance meeting of a diver and boat party people. Probably everyone of them was drunk… especially the divers.

What does it all mean? WHY? Whats the significance?

Corpses

When red light approaches, apply brakes. This is no problem once you have a new brake system. Oh the others will laugh… but theyve never known what it is to stop on a dime and pedal with confidence…..

If you have a terrorist group. That group may in fact be a free-fighting movement. And if so, they may have a political arm.. a party that represents them at the round table that is many governments (ha ha). Now the extremist faction of the party is not nice, Illegal, and morally- completely wrong. Because of this the government could never communicate with them because you don’t communicate with those you want to arrest vs. those who want to destroy you. On the other hand, the political arm is in the business of politics – you could talk to them. You could negotiate, learn about, understand the group by interacting with the political arm.

Based on all this… which has achieved great results in England with the IRA and the Sein Fein. What the F is wrong with that facist Spanish Government. Honestly, these people never really buried Franco did they. They imbalmed him with the finest taxidermical methods available, and his corpse runs things.

Solidarity – Batasuna (Basque Nationalist party, political arm of ETA)

Learning to Ride

Lets try this: Friends are like snow. Some months, you’ve got none. And then, when it does start to snow, it just comes down. And then, sometimes, one little snowball, becomes a giant snowball, and then…. you get lost in this metafor… which is really a simile… which is lame.

Cut to today: The Luso-Canadiana old long-time friend has been found. Dinner was eaten by many, complete with paper plates and laughter a-plenty. The comrads of the program and quite the cool. Good friendships ahead filled with all the good stuff that comes along.

The Bike… now without a name, as zorro didnt stick… is being repaired. Or reborn, as it seems more aprapo….. A revolutionary idea: Hit Brakes, Bike Stops. Crazy you say? Watch me!

Rugs! Where can a brother buy some rugs up in this piece? My dawgs be cold!

Important people always have places to be. Suddenly, I must go… anywhere.