The Dutch Aunt going Dutch

Dear D

I am not referring to myself as a Shakespearian female of dubious character and morals, more as an informal slang born expression during the Anglo-Dutch Wars in the 17th century. In which the Dutch were stereotyped as frank, harsh and not generous.

U probably have heard and perhaps read a peer poet called Shakespeare, where you pressed readers to think, he provided pretty much answers to daily life at its core. The both of you have written into life, language, names and expressions still popular nowadays. Different era, continents, provenance and religion but both needed to share.

Share the outcome of their creativity, which made a meagre income for both at the time…times changes value, comprehension, vision related to the past. The present represents pretty much the same, in power, theatre and school play…although people still learn, love and live they have overcome the telepathy talent of the few to have the internet of many.

There is where the ones like Nethanyahu, Putin or Lukashenko are betting short, the first is the leader of the Zionists and the others haven’t got an excuse for their sociopathy. Ah, you might think the wondrous failure of emotional need, no distracting, misleading or seductive traits will avoid the road to the endgame. Hence the reason 99 percent of the world’s leaders are psychopaths, no emotional baggage.

Luggage, Roman Protasevich had with him when he got dragged out of the passenger flight from Greece to Lithuania. The scary part is the forced landing by a fighter plane in another country called Belarus. Scary being a play with the Hollywood signature but backed up by a legitimate country leader. This Roman dude was a threat to the political regime of Lukashenko and his mates. Settled in Europes last dictatorship he knows when defied by a person who can make a difference. As you well know a tyrant recognises his fellow greedy power despots and closes a circle around them.

The circle surrounded by the ones without the positives of power and thus pover and oppressed but being enlightened by Roman Protasevich in the darkest moment of the latest elections. Hence the foul feature of the power display of his opponent, not abiding by that same law of which he accuses Roman of disobeying. Protests and diplomatic threats have been uttered but nothing to rectify the misdeed.

Dear D your exclamation, The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis, goes pretty well for the bystanders and ogling crowd. Shakespeare¨s Hamlet exclaimed, To be or not to be that is the question, which although still uttered, has turned into, to code or not to code that is the challenge…

We never fully nor truly know what goes on in someone else backyard, but when all occupants are in distress, doubt there is not, help is needed to find a solution. Born we have been with a code, now it is time to learn how to manage it and free ourselves of all power-hungry prick psychopaths!!!

May harmony find us,

Irena Phaedra

p.s 1 gramme of DNA can store more than 1 billion gigabytes of data…theoretically, that is. Imagine the capacity stored in our nature by nature. I mean more compelling almost impossible, so dear readers start thinking with me!

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