Today is Sunday, the 2nd of August, 2020.
Political satire is not necessary. Reality is the best satire and bites. Am I not popular? Well let's postpone elections or let's call them off completely. Let's build a kingdom. I am the greatest king with the greatest royal family - ever. What is this demacrocy, anyway? Postal votes, independent news and pandemics are all fake. Let's go and play some holes of golf. They have got the best pizza there …
Is this the summer of 2020? Virus, mad tyrants and cold rain? Two days of heat blow up in thunder and lightning. But I can feel another heat rising - fear mixed with discontent and protest. Is safety and distance a loss of freedom? Are we all dancing on a volcano, in a ball-room on a luxury passenger liner with an iceberg on the horizon and the band plays on and on and on …
But wait a minute, the bands do not play at the moment. All culture is postponed and delayed and on hold and whatever …
STOP!
I don't have answers. And maybe I do not want them.
The cryptical message of the day - A Reckoning - Twelve.
And the fortune cookie says,
Use the time!
And every night I dream about Kollobita´´rtainnen.
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