The first identifiable ugliness
Actually this is not about an unidentifiable beauty but about that identifiable ugliness. I know that acting out of emotion is often awkward, however, I’ve counted to ten more than once and my anger isn’t getting any less. With the brutal attack on Labour politician Jo Cox it became clear to me that the dangers we encounter are not coming from some lunatics out of a far away country but repeatedly more from our own neighbours, dumb enough to be brainwashed, uneducated enough to believe all the rhetoric nonsens some populist, extreme and narcissistic politicians preach. I am sad at the same time, in the first place because of Jo Cox and the family and friends that have to deal with this political murder, this terrorist attack. It seems people still do not want to open their eyes to reality. Is that sleeping mode they’re in so safe that they continue to close their eyes to it becoming an increasingly dangerous environment? Give them a European Championship to watch, give them an enemy th...