Sunday Music

I slept very badly last night, so I got up in the early morning and switched on the computer. I had looked at different websites before I read a headline mentioning “Jewish space lasers”, used to start wildfires, obviously. Yes – it has something comfortable to realise that some things never change : From poisoned wells in the middle ages, to kids butchered for breakfast pasties, and now “space lasers” : The Jews, hook-nosed deity killers (as Mr Knudsen called them once) that they are, caused it, whatever it is.
The bottomless pit of abysmal dumbness, who peddles this & others stories of this calibre, is a woman elected to represent Georgia, or a part of it. Of course she has the “full support” of the fromer president turned domestic terrorist, of course she is a member of the socalled “republican” party. I have no idea how many votes one must bring together to reach the position this person has reached, if a certain Mr Gerry Mander helped or someone’s money, it is in the end absolutely pointless – all I do know for certain is that who ever voted for this person, is as braindead and dumb as she is. There is absolutely no difference to the murderous mob who stormed the Capitol in this unprofessional attempt of a coup, just three weeks ago.
I do not like Moscow Mitch, he knows his Machiavelli too well for my liking. But there is a slim chance that deep inside he knows that something like a constitution exists. And that one can serve only one master – in this case, the constitution or the homegrown terrorist. He understood that if he wants to keep this party together, he has to get rid of the has-been. And this chance was served on a silver plate when the still-president fired up the mob. So Moscow Mitch did nothing against a second impeachment.
On comes another Kentucky creep, and asks the fifty honourable senators of the socalled “republican” party, whether they deem such a step, an impeachement, consitutional. And fortyfive say “no”. I do not believe that Moscow Mitsch expected this. They side with the vulgarist, with the domestic terrorist, they side with the mob. Because they are cowards who do not have the guts to tell the braindead, who believe in “Jewish space lasers”, to shut up and go home. Out of sheer greed and self-interest they do not risk to get voted out of their cosy jobs – do not call it “office”, these guys have no idea about officium, forget alone res publica. Yes, Pelosi is right, the enemy is within the house, telling stories about “Jewish space lasers”.

What helps, and offers a little bit of consolation, is a bagatelle in F-minor, from BEETHOVENs last sketchbook. Paul BARTON is an English pianist. I hope you like the music.
I really do believe that truth is simple, like this little piece of music. “Jewish space lasers” are complicated. Was fallen will, das falle.



Just Give the Man a Shot !

There is an 86 year old man in Suebia, who waits for his (long promised) corona shot. He managed to navigate the website where you are envisaged to make your appointment. This includes an sms to your portable, then you do fill in the code this sms brought to you, and voila, there you go.
Or not. Because there is no vaccine.
The man in Suebia is in remarkably good health, is capable of using all those modern means of communication, unaided, all by himself, others are not.
The local authority in his administrational unit – and not only there, but all over Southern Germany – built in remarkable short time “Impfzentren”, stations for vaccination, for the crowds they expect(ed). This was not a masterclass in logistics, but it was a real great effort, and showed their capability if need be, from zero to working order in about two weeks ?
A real great achievment is that we actually do have vaccines, developed, tested, ready to use, from zero to ram-it-in-the-arm within less than a year : This is pretty unique I think.
The German minister for healthcare worked, as I read, on something he called “Impfunion” ; if I understood it right, a kind of collaboration of the single national health-care systems or administrations in order to organise the acquisition & distribution of vaccines on a European level – at least is this what I remember, vaguely, I did not follow all this.
Because I simply thought that it would be not a real problem to distribute the stuff. But said minister was called back, and told to not interfere here, because this is the job of the European Union, the head herself would take care. What makes sense : The pandemic is a supranational event, so the coordination should also be on a supranational level, especially in such a construction as the European Union is.
Right now the distribution does not work, there is outright quarrel over contracts and whatnot, and the sound heared from Bruxelles is pretty shrill, strident even. A manager of a pharmaceutical company says that he wants to publish contracts to show that his company is absolutely on the correct side : I think he does not have to, because – as I saw, again, with just “one eye” – the contracts of the EU are already public on the web. If you want to sacrifice some hours of your lifetime, you can look up the contracts between the commission and Astra (& others), and read for yourself.
In short : They screwed the thing up royally.
The lady in charge on the European side served as German minister of war, usually called ministery of defense. Under her aegis there were difficulties in the area of procurement, maybe even some cases of lousy mismanagement. But the closet was nailed shut over these skeletons when she went to Bruxelles. She seemingly took her tremendous ability to manage purchase, acquisition & distribution with her, totally unaware of the need to seek professional help, of course.
So the man in Suebia, and thousands & thousands of others, do have to wait, until finally, on one uncertain day in spring or even summer, a lorry rumbles on that parking lot called “Impfzentrum” (if it will still be standing after this sow rich winter) with some paletts of vaccine.
Meanwhile the new variant(s), those that are more powerful, more contagious, do actually spread in Southern Germany, and elsewhere. If you read the local news, you may learn that a hospital here, a care home there, is infected, with people dying, and that it already IS caused by the new strain. (Numbers at single events are comparable with those in spring, when nobody really understood what was going on.) Strangley enough, as a friend observed, nobody uses the word “hotspot” anymore.
So the crap (sorry) is already here – the discussion whether planes should be averted, borders closed etc. is absolutely futile, it is already too late. The Suebian gouvernement seriously pondered the idea to open schools from next week on, they do not, simply because of the (rapid & uncontrolled spread of) new variant(s), and because no one knows for sure what we will face. It seems possible that we will have a third wave, caused, and run, by the new variant(s). At least in part, thanks to unprofessionality on the highest level of the European administration.

Just So

It seems endless. With the norable exception of a few days spent in Suebia actually living, it starts to feel like an endless drag, just without the funny clothes (sorry for the bad pun).
One of the main daily tasks is to get out of bed, collect meself together, and try to get something done. At least I vegetate in a clean appartement – they were not dust bunnies, but dust cats ! – and vinegar cleans anything. The weather is un-inviting, so stepping outside is restricted to, or better : connected to, doing something useful, like a walk and some errands. Meanwhile I know the prefab food in the local supperette backwards.
I think I am not the only one who slowly shows signs of crumbling. I have the impression that people are nowadays more prone to altercacions, or arguments, than usual, about petty nullities, on the parking lot between stangers, on the house’s floor between neighbours. But really remarkable is the silence, all over.
The numbers do not really go down, it always lingers around one thousand dead humans a day, around twenty thousand newly infected a day. In the end it all comes down to endurance.
Tomorrow I have to buy new masks, from next Moday on socalled FFP-2-masks are mandatory in Bavaria ; those I have already used are very good, much better than simple “OP-Masken”, single use chirurgical face masks, the run-of-the-mill equipment. I used a FFP-2-mask when travelling, and at one point I had to take it off to wipe my nose. Only then I noticed the metallic smell of the heating I happily had put my cold feet on, so yes, if you make it fit well, such a mask works well.
The ugly beard is gone – it was white ! – but I do not like what I see in the mirror : Too fat, too large brownish bags under the eyes, too lethargic. I hate to yammer around, but at the moment it feels diffult not to, sorry for the whimper fest.
As excuse I can offer Larks’ Tongues in Aspic (King Crimson 1972), if you like.

Just Another Worried Idiot on the Web

I can’t help, but I have to watch the news. It is fascinating to see what develops in the US.
I think it is fair to assume that Trmp’s presidency has ended now. I do not believe that someone in his right mind – if someone in his right mind does still serve in this trainwreck – will obey orders from this ex-President. Especially re the nukes, I think the world can trust the American military : These are highly professional people, and I can not imagine that a USAmerican officer will start the nuclear holocaust on the orders of a deranged arsehole that tries to grab the last straw to “save” himself and his corrupt administration.
It is over. It may be wrong to compare, but I have the impression that Trump’s White House becomes more and more a caricature of a certain Berlin bunker.
Anyway. The dam has broken, the damage is done, it is now all about damage control.
I think the most important question is now what will happen after the 20th of January 2021. All we know now is that Trump will not attend the inauguration of his rightly elected successor. What simply rises the question, where will Donnie be – and stay ?
The worst possible situation that could arise, is that Trump somehow dies. If he simply drops dead the hard core mob will go into hyper-drive (is this “warp speed” ?), and I think then the danger of armed, brutal unrest is not only high & real, I think that in this case bloody real fighting will breake loose. They will not believe that he simply croaked, a new martyr is born, myth-making will start before he hits the ground.
I think the divine intervention will not take place, and the old battleaxe will just soldier on. What leaves basically two possibilities : Either he stays in the US, working tirelessly on his “comeback”, on installing the Trump Dynasty, holding “rallies”, and being generally a payne in the arse of this country until he dies peacefully in his bed. This would mean that the Republican Party (or what is left of it) sooner or later would be faced with the possibility of a kind of split. IF this party finds the cojones to draw a line, and to end the flirt with far right, dangerous militants, vulgo Trumpists.
This may be wishful thinking, but at the moment I can not imagine that they carry on as they did for the last years. Trumpists like Cruz, Cotton and Co. may have to find another club, but the party itself has a chance to re-invent itself. Of course it would also mean that there is a far-right, anti-democratic, violent movement installed that is here to stay. What reminds me of what Trump said in 2016, when he always blabbed about “the movement” and himself being “the leader”, exactly like Adolf, der F├╝hrer der Bewegung. Didn’t he say just in one of his last speeches that “the march has just begun” or something ?
The other possibility is that Trump signs some pardons, jumps on an aeroplane and goes to places. Scotland, for some golf – wonder how Boris would react. Or for a lenghty visit of his tower in Moscow – don’t laugh, I think this is a real option. Or he could go to this mystical island he supposedly bought – don’t know nothing about this, it is hear-say.
These two mentioned possibilities require that Trump a) has the brains left to organise these things, and to develop a kind of plan, and b) that he has the means – simply : money – to pull this through, for himself, and his entourage.
I doubt both. I doubt a) because it requires insight into the actual situation. And as I understand it, Trump has no more “insight” into what is “real”. I seriously believe that this guy is out in his own reality that has no more rapport to the “real” world of us small humans. I doubt b) simply because he started to collect money with this semi-fraudulent “re-election fond” shortly after the election. Trump never was a billionaire, rich yes, but not stinking rich. And what he showed through all his life is the inability to handle money. I simply guess he has a deficit problem, to put it mildly.
In the end, all my warble is futile. Nobody knows what will happen tomorrow, within the next ten days, and beyond. Trump may either piss off, and keep yelling from somewhere on this planet to a hopefully dwindling throng of believers ; or he may go fully Adolf and call them for the last stand, call openly for violence, rebellion, and overthrow, happy 20th then.
A way out for all involved, possibly even in the interest of “the Nation”, could be to declare him insane and to commit him to an institution, Guantanamo perhaps. But this is just a pipedream …
Trump is just a symptom, a nasty mushroom – the underlying mycel is still there. It is even strengthened. We saw the irrational break into the world, into a place that should be used for rational decision making, a place that should be safe, where civilised discussion should take place. The irrational is just a stone’s throw away.
When the assembly came together again, some blokes from Pennsylvania made a frivolous claim to overthrow the votes. A lawmaker reproached, they came close to throwing fists, Pelosi threw them out. The lady must feel like presiding over a