Månedsarkiv: oktober 2019

Lykketoft – Bjerregaard – Pind

Today is Wednesday and it’s quite nice out there.

In today’s café there’s a copy of the danish national daily JyllandsPosten available. Hence let’s take a quick look at a few of the headlines.

On page 4 there’s an article about our M.o.J. wanting to court marshall IS-warriers through a tribunal somewhere in the Middle East.

I don’t know enough of the technical details to comment on the feasibility, really. But every time court marshalling war crimes/criminals comes up you usually miss half the culprits.

For instance, in Nuremberg, only the party that started the war was court marshalled (as far as I know?); although there were certainly many horrible war crimes perpetrated on behalf of the victorious parties?

So what about the agressors in Syria? Aren’t the foreign countries that bombed the Syrian nation and people in unprovoked wars of agression not undeniably war criminals – by almost any standard?

Ofcourse you may say – ‘we’re the (militarily) strong part and we give s**t about righteousness in justice’. You may say this ofcourse, but like for Nuremberg the truth will get out eventually and karma may ultimately hit you like a boomerang.

Just for the record: The demeanour of our new M.o.J. reminds me a great deal about that of his mother, whom I knew from high school.

Perhaps tending a tad towards the grey and anonymous, but no doubt a very likable and entirely honourable person.

Only it’s probably VERY difficult to be an inspired govt. minister under the aegis of our new P.M. and her power-micro-managing close entourage: No room for any ministers personal mark on their department, perchance?

On page 12 there’s something about US-president Mr. Trump. But I don’t follow US national politics close enough to be able to comment sensibly on Mr. Trump’s apparent predicaments. Only I would like to warn against most danish commenters, that are usually far too superficial.

On page 18 a slightly confused ‘someone’ reviews three recent books with the memoirs of as many retired (danish) top politicians: Mogens Lykketoft, Ritt Bjerregaard and Soren Pind.

They have all three been VERY prominent politicians in their heydays. All have been ministers more than once, although none of them made it to PrimeMinister.

Why is that, you may sensibly ask, as most all of them obviously had the wherewithall to qualify?

The answers are, like most often, probably complex; but perhaps they all were and are just a tad to decent to make it to the very top? Perhaps they were not willing to sell out enough of their principles and betray nation and people?

Not that being a traitor is an imperative quality to qualify for PrimeMinister! But in most cases it helps and it probably always makes things happen more smoothly?

Speaking of P.M.’s: Last night i read about our new P.M. having decided to establish way more camera surveillance on public places. I believe she used the expression ‘increase massively’?

Obviously our new PrimeMinister’s apparant propensity for secrecy – as opposed to openness in government – and for surveillance is somewhat disappointing to many observers (and voters?).

This conundrum must have occupied my mind a good deal just before turning in; because during the night I dreamt about our P.M. and her friends for what seemed several hours.

Some of the dreams were apparently visions of a clairvoyant nature, whence I’ill use this chance to comment on some of them.

But firstly a few generalities. Obviously our new PrimeMinister is young, and pretty, and attractive. Anyone can see that, at least if you go for the brainy, slightly boyish type of women.

You may say, you don’t think she is boyish? But then imagine her with an eton crop. Right? – You see it now, I suppose?

Also she is clever! You may safely assume she has long ago been fingered as a political whizz-kid by the TPTB. But why?

Because otherwise she would never have been featured prominently on The Drudge Report even before having won the last election (link 1). I certainly would be very surprised if she isn’t to be seen on the Bilderberg participants list in quite short order.

She is that clever, and also hard as nails.

But what did I see in my nightly visions?

Firstly and unsurprisingly that she is attractive and slightly boyish.

Secondly that she has a propensity for secrecy and aloofness. ‘We’ wanted to visit her on her job; but we had to access her through a tower where most of the ladders were removed – so as to make access difficult – if not impossible.

The spacious tower room was completely clad in oriental rugs and plush: has she one or more oriental roots, perchance? If so, this might perhaps help to explain why she was ‘choosen’ by Mr. Drudge?

One of her friends was driving a giant, brutally powerful motor cycle.

Was this perhaps her right hand spin doctor? If so he may be regarded as immensely dynamic, but also, perhaps, as being on a somewhat frail footing?

Might fit the bill perfectly if this gentleman, as I suspect, is heavily left-brained dominated. Left-brainers, like aspergers and autists, are basically almost never on a particular firm footing in their personal life.

They basically perceive and live their whole life in two dimensions. Whence they have no deep roots anywhere – except perhaps in disruption and chaos: ‘Burn everything down every seven years’. (link 2)

Next Saturday is my old friend Dorrit’s 88th birthday! Ofcourse I should have been there and take tea and chocolate with her. But, but – sad to relate I’m still occasionally harassed by police agents.

The thing is that Dorrit’s care home is situated on the edge of Greater Copenhagen in a somewhat isolated place. And as I talked to Dorrit a couple of weeks ago, and it was quite apparant that she would like me to soon visit her – then the SecretService and/or their friends would have another great opportunity to prepare a hit, down to the last and least details.

Whence a trip is simply too dangerous to risk. It’s a pity really, as it’s quite impossible to explain my predicament to the elderly.

Within the last fortnight I’ve spottet at least two agents (and possibly four) harassing me, but for once they didn’t look like Mossad? They mostly looked like danish SecretService/SecretPolice agents to me, although ofcourse always hard to tell.

Their mission may, perhaps, most likely have been to try and get close enough to once more swipe-copy my new Visa-card? (compare what I wrote here – link 3).

(For some reason I had given up carrying my Visa card in a Faraday-cage some time ago, and this carelessness may perhaps have caused the abuse of my card, as detailed. Ofcourse I’m now using my Faraday-cage again.)

But it’s getting late and regrettably I have to take leave from our attractive young P.M. for today.

Be seeing you in my dreams?

Link 1.
The Putsch and the Hit-Squad (upd.)

Link 2.
Disruption and Wispy Trails (Upd.)

Link 3.
September Colours

(9./10.Okt./Rev.20.Okt.2019)

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No Eton Cut

Today is Wednesday and it’s quite nice out there.

Next Saturday is my old friend Dorrit’s 88th birthday! Ofcourse I should have been there and take tea and chocolate with her. But, but – I’m still occasionally harassed by SecretService/SecretPolice agents.

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