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Monday, May 29, 2017

Crisis+Quotation: Artists, Trump, Facebook + Some Personal History



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Introduction

1. Summary
2. Quotation
3. Crisis Files

4. Personal History
Introduction:

This is a Nederlog of Monday, May 29, 2017.


1. Summary

This is a crisis log but it is a bit different from how it was the last four years:

I have been writing about the crisis since September 1, 2008 (in Dutch) and about the enormous dangers of surveillance (by secret services and by many rich commercial entities) since June 10, 2013, and I probably will continue with it, but on the moment I have several problems with my computer, my modem, the company that is supposed to take care that my site is visible, and my health.

It may be that I'll be off for a few weeks, that is, I will publish nothing or little for a few weeks. I don't know yet, but I will keep you informed in Nederlog.

And what I will do for the moment - since I am still looking at 35 sites every morning - is to list the items I selected, but without any of my comments. Today I selected four items, and they are below and link to the originals, but on the moment I have no comments, basically because that takes too much work on the moment.

There also is this:
And for the moment there are

2. Quotation

As I have said above, I am writing less these weeks for various reasons. But I do like to quote good bits by others that I agree with. Here is another quote from Peter Coyote, about whom I wrote some yesterday.

This one is from "Approaching Terminal Velocity". The speaker is Peter Coyote's father, who was called Morris Cohon (Coyote changed his last name), and who was a brilliant man and a Wall Street ivestment banker. The last thing his father said to him, it seems in 1971, was this:

His response, was in effect, his last words to me, and more than twenty years later I remember the moment and the words vividly.

He hunkered down for another of his long silences and then, said the following:

Capitalism is dying, boy. It's dying of its own internal contradictions [He was, after all, a Wall Street financier, drugs and alcohol notwithstanding, so I listened carefully.] You think that the revolution's gonna take five years or something. It's gonna take fifty! So keep your head down and hang in for the long haul, because I'll tell you something. The sons-of-bitches running things now don't give a shit about their children or their grandchildren and they certainly don't give a shit about you! They've paid their dues and they want to get out with what they think is theirs! They're gonna sell off everything that's not nailed down. It'll all be up for the highest bidder., Don't get crushed when it topples down. Take care of yourself and your family. If you can make a difference, do it, but there are huge forces at work here, and they have to play themselves out according to their own design, not yours. Watch yourself.

As far as I'm concerned, nothing he prophesied has proven untrue.

I only observe that if he was right, it ought to be over in 4 years. One can hope.


3. Crisis Files

I have been writing on the crisis since September 1, 2008 (Dutch) and with considerably more attention since June 10, 2013 (English).

If you check out the
crisis index you will find that I wrote in over eight years nearly 1600 files, that nearly all consisted of a reference to one or more articles that were partially quoted and mostly commented.

I will continue with that, simply because I think the crisis is a very important social, political and economical event, but meanwhile I have turned 67 and need a little rest,
so what I'll be doing the coming weeks (at least), is selecting 3 to 6 files from the 35
sites I consult every morning to see what's happening in the world of politics and econonomics, and present them, but now without comments.

Here is today's selection
1. The Artist as Prophet
2. Donald Trump’s War on Journalism Has Begun. But Journalists
     Are Not His Main Target.
3. Donald Trump to Hungry Seniors: Drop Dead
4. 20 Ways Trump's Budget Declares New War on the Poor
5. Facebook's Not Designed to Create a "Global Community"

These are all well worth reading.


4. Personal History

I am 67. It doesn't show and I look quite well for my age, that is, a whole lot younger, but I have had a quite strange and difficult life since 1.i.1979 when my ex and I both fell ill, which is also what we still are (although we separated long ago).

Since then - over 38 years now - my life has been a lot harder and also far more dangerous, and namely because I resisted the illegal drugsdealers that were put in my house, illegally, by mayor Van Thijn, illegal drugs dealers  who had (then) Amsterdam's mayor Van Thijn's ”personal protection" in writing, which meant that they were allowed to deal in illegal (!!!) drugs by him, and indeed I found all bureacrats of the City of Amsterdam protected these illegal, murderous, degenerate sub-human sickos to the hilt, which in my case involved being gassed, literally, being threatened with murder, and being kept out of sleep for - "a mere" - 3 1/2 years, that destroyed what remained of my health ever since. These forces also sold at least 300 billions of illegal drugs all over Europe since 1988, so I must assume they are exceedingly rich. (If you read Dutch, see ME in Amsterdam: Never contradicted.)

Then again I do not want to speak of these days now, for in fact I have also had 15 years of very nice living, namely from 1965 till 1980, for in these healthy years I could do more or less what I wanted, and what I wanted were two things: studying, which I did a very great amount of, all by myself, until I was admitted in the University of Amsterdam in 1977, and loving women and living with them, which I did also to considerable effect (and these were the Seventies) for I lived with four different women in three different countries between 1971 and 1979.

I also earned extremely little money, but I did live a very nice life between 1965 and 1980, which indeed also would be quite impossible today: If you turned 20 in 2015, say, your life and your possibilities are far less your own, and in fact most of "your" private decisions have been destroyed, or made impossible or far too expensive for poor people:

It is these days totally impossible to live as I have lived between 1965 and 1980, effectively reserving most of these years for myself, my decisions, my studying and my personal relations, because those were the days of personal freedom, while at present economical thralldom (for everyone who is not rich) seems universal.

And it also happens to be the case that I have documented considerable parts of my life, because I've kept personal journals since 1969. In fact, on the moment there are over 500 MB of journals on my hard disk, nearly all in html, but with two years in pdf.

If you realize that an average Penguin Classics contains between 750 Kb and 1 MB of (pure) text, you will realize that this is an enormous amount of text, although I guess you should subtract (at least) about 1/4 of it all because of formatting (in html or pdf).

The reason it is there - and I documented all years of my life at least somewhat since 1967, although I also lost eight years due to computer crashes or unreadable disks - is that I can type since 1966, and I always wrote (and write) very fast and with extreme ease. Also, I should add that the years since 1986 are considerably less interesting because my health was destroyed by mayor Van Thijn's illegal drugsdealers (ever since).

But I do have quite interesting journals from 1969 onwards, which I know because - while they were available on paper since when I wrote them (in so far as they still exist) - I have started to retype the journals I wrote between 1969 and 1986, for these were all maintained on paper and do not (as yet) exist in a computer format.

There still is a lot to do, but meanwhile I both copied and - rather copiously - annotated what there is from the years 1969, 1970, and 1972, and I am stlll busy on 1971 and 1973.

And while I did glance at these journals from long ago and indeed I also read parts of them since then, I have found that rereading them closely now, indeed for the first time since I wrote them, did (re-)produce many of the memories I would have totally forgotten if I had not documented them then in writing.

And since I did have relations with four women between the beginning of 1969 and the end of 1973 (five years in all), I have been relearning rather a lot about Edith, Carolien,
Stephanie and Lynne, and all of that was quite interesting: It turns out that I do still - visually, especially - recall quite a lot from these days, but it also turned out, when reading my journals, that I forgot quite a lot that I would have forgotten completely if
I had not written it down briefly after it happened.

For me, who has been working on this for a month now, it was all quite interesting. Then again, although I briefly considered publishing this, I will not, simply because it all is too personal.

In any case, now you know what I have been working on for a month now, and no doubt will be working on for the next year or few years. In fact, I guess I probably will finish copying the years between 1969 and 1982 this year, but there are great amounts of texts from 1983, 1984 and 1985, when I started to feel a lot better and did a lot.

Just for these three years there are some 700 pages of typed A4, and that may take quite a while (if I do it, which I don't know yet).

In any case, there is a lesson here for everyone:

There is a lot to learn, possibly even 40 or 50 years after the facts, if you do keep an honest journal. And although I did write a great lot of journals I am sorry I did not write more, and especially in the 1970ies.

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