Tag: politic

EXIT Albion… :(

EXIT Albion… :(


Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

~YEATS

My alternative on  Facebook French flag filter

My alternative on Facebook French flag filter


Paris attacks: Facebook introduces French flag filter to let you show solidarity with victims

Just the day before, Beiroet was bombed by Daesh, where was the international solidarity & outrage?
Where was the facebook safety check for Beirut?
Is there a double standard Beirut-Paris?

Anyway, it did not feel good for me to use the French symbols to show my solidarity with victims of terrorism. instead  I chose PAX CULTURA ‘The necessity for protection of the cultural product and activity of the world—both during war and peace—’

This mission statement remembers me of Mencius: If the king loves music, there is little wrong in the land.

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Warsan Shire wrote:

later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?

it answered
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere.

Cultic group dynamics

Cultic group dynamics


Some thoughts on cultic group-dynamics:
Ingredients:
A charismatic leader who believes in his own vision & followers in search of answers.
If the group is developing into a closed one, the dynamic of group-thought will take over. 
Both leader & follower will be caught by the dynamics.
Power corrupts, therefore the leader will be corrupted; it is almost inevitable he will mis-use the power he is given by the consent of the followers. 
It is too easy to shift the burden of guilt to the leader, forgetting the role of the group-members who consented.
On the other hand, it is too easy to blame the group-dynamics only.
[quote]A group does not have to be religious to be cultic in behaviour. High demand groups can be commercial, political and psychological. [unquote] 
Kies!

Kies!


Wie als mens op Midden-Aarde verblijft en zich begeeft in het maatschappelijke gewoel, ontkomt er niet aan vuile handen te krijgen in het contact met de grofstoffelijke werkelijkheid.
Politici moeten handeltjes drijven om een deel van hun zin te krijgen, daarin maken ze vuile handen, maar dat geldt voor elke menselijke organisatie.
Zelfs Occupy, dat uitgaat van anarchistische principes en consensus, heeft onderlinge machtsstrijd en gekrakeel. De Kluizenaar kan inderdaad zich onttrekken aan het maatschappelijke gewoel, de bergen intrekken of de rimboe of zich verstoppen in een Ivoren toren.
Maar de Krijger gaat de confrontatie aan, wetende dat schone handen een luxe is.
Overigens vind ik het nogal kort door de bocht om het huidige falen van de Nederlandse democratie te schuiven in de linkse hoek, want de rechtse hoek doet net zo goed mee met het spel.
Ook Wilder speelt spelletjes, Henk en Ingrid worden net zo goed ook door hem gemanipuleerd en bedonderd.

Remember, remember eleven september….1973

Remember, remember eleven september….1973


Salvador Allende’ last stand against the CIA-backed fascist coup of Pinochet!


My friends,

Surely this will be the last opportunity for me to address you. The Air Force has bombed the antennas of Radio Magallanes.

My words do not have bitterness but disappointment. May they be a moral punishment for those who have betrayed their oath: soldiers of Chile, titular commanders in chief, Admiral Merino, who has designated himself Commander of the Navy, and Mr. Mendoza, the despicable general who only yesterday pledged his fidelity and loyalty to the Government, and who also has appointed himself Chief of the Carabineros [paramilitary police].

Given these facts, the only thing left for me is to say to workers: I am not going to resign! Placed in a historic transition, I will pay for loyalty to the people with my life. And I say to them that I am certain that the seeds which we have planted in the good conscience of thousands and thousands of Chileans will not be shriveled forever.

They have force and will be able to dominate us, but social processes can be arrested by neither crime nor force. History is ours, and people make history.

Workers of my country: I want to thank you for the loyalty that you always had, the confidence that you deposited in a man who was only an interpreter of great yearnings for justice, who gave his word that he would respect the Constitution and the law and did just that. At this definitive moment, the last moment when I can address you, I wish you to take advantage of the lesson: foreign capital, imperialism, together with the reaction, created the climate in which the Armed Forces broke their tradition, the tradition taught by General Schneider and reaffirmed by Commander Araya, victims of the same social sector who today are hoping, with foreign assistance, to re-conquer the power to continue defending their profits and their privileges.

I address you, above all, the modest woman of our land, the campesina who believed in us, the mother who knew our concern for children. I address professionals of Chile, patriotic professionals who continued working against the sedition that was supported by professional associations, classist associations that also defended the advantages of capitalist society. I address the youth, those who sang and gave us their joy and their spirit of struggle. I address the man of Chile, the worker, the farmer, the intellectual, those who will be persecuted, because in our country fascism has been already present for many hours — in terrorist attacks, blowing up the bridges, cutting the railroad tracks, destroying the oil and gas pipelines, in the face of the silence of those who had the obligation to act. They were committed. History will judge them.

Surely Radio Magallanes will be silenced, and the calm metal instrument of my voice will no longer reach you. It does not matter. You will continue hearing it. I will always be next to you. At least my memory will be that of a man of dignity who was loyal to his country.

The people must defend themselves, but they must not sacrifice themselves. The people must not let themselves be destroyed or riddled with bullets, but they cannot be humiliated either.

Workers of my country, I have faith in Chile and its destiny. Other men will overcome this dark and bitter moment when treason seeks to prevail. Go forward knowing that, sooner rather than later, the great avenues will open again and free men will walk through them to construct a better society.

Long live Chile! Long live the people! Long live the workers!

These are my last words, and I am certain that my sacrifice will not be in vain, I am certain that, at the very least, it will be a moral lesson that will punish felony, cowardice, and treason.

Santiago (Chile), 11 September 1973 

Dag van de Waardering…op het werk!

Dag van de Waardering…op het werk!


Deze ochtend was ik als een van de eersten bij de stembus…

Als de burgers van het Midden-Oosten de straat op durven gaan, ongewapend tanks trotseren… dan moet het mij toch ook  wel lukken om vroeg op te staan, vijf minuutjes lopen naar het stemlokaal om een stemformulier in de stembus te gooien voor een humaner beleid van de Zeven Provincien!

Meteen doorgefietst naar het werk, bij de koffie herinnerde een collega me er aan dat we een workshop zouden hebben over waardering.

Ik werd verrast door het thema, Dag van de Waardering, onderdeel van het bijzondere initiatief ‘Seven days of Inspiration‘.

We werden begeleid door twee trainers, Marlies en Danielle, inspirerende powervrouwen!

We begonnen met een Waarderend onderzoek (Appreciative Inquiry)
In tweetallen vertelden we elkaar op welk moment we ons geinspireerd voelden.

Voor mij was dat het moment toen ik merkte dat mijn nieuwe initiatieven positief effect hadden op mijn werkomgeving.
Mijn gesprekspartner noemde het ‘actieve betrokkenheid’, en sprak haar waardering uit.

Daarna vormden we nieuwe tweetallen, om beurtelings in kwadranten te staan:

Heen: wat is de gewenste situatie, wat wil je bereiken, hoe ziet dat er uit, wat zie je voor je?
– Ik wil mijn kwaliteiten nog meer zichtbaar maken in de organisatie waarvoor ik werk.

Hier: waar ben je nu, wat is de huidige situatie, wat denk-kan-geloof-voel je nu?
– Ik ben in beweging, op weg naar wat ik wil, ik voel dynamiek in mezelf.

Hindernissen: wat houd je tegen om je doel te bereiken, welke hindernissen ervaar je, wat is lastig, wat zit je in de weg?
– Die innerlijke stemmetjes die zeggen: sloof je niet zo uit, stel je bescheiden op.

Hulp: wat heb je nodig om de gewenste situatie te bereiken, welke hulpbronnen kun je aanwenden, wat zou je helpen om te bereiken wat je wilt, wie zou je helpen om te bereiken wat je wilt?
– Ik ervaar veel steun als ik merk dat leidinggevenden en collega’s mijn kwaliteiten zien en waarderen.
Naarmate ik mijn kwaliteiten meer laat zien, bekrachtig ikzelf dit proces.
Door veel te netwerken kan ik deze positieve uitwisselingen in mijn omgeving uitbreiden!

Aan het eind van de sessie voel ik veel inspiratie, wat me nu is aangereikt past in het proces dat ik al aan het doorlopen ben!

 

Tiananmen Song: "In Death’s Shadow"

Tiananmen Song: "In Death’s Shadow"


YouTube – Tiananmen Song: “In Death’s Shadow”:
“You who stood at Tiananmen
And waited for the tanks to come
You who stood your ground as one
You will never see your homes again

One was there, just 15 years
He stood, he waited with the rest
He did not know, could not have guessed
A bullet changed his life to death
And erased his name

In death’s shadow, hand in hand
Though the world in outrage wept for you
You were on your own when they came for you

No one heard you when you screamed
But your cries re-echo eternally
You wanted justice, wanted to be free

Mother pleads for daughter’s life
A bayonet blade is her reply
A sister weeps as her brother dies
And hope is shredded into pain

In death’s shadow, hand in hand
Though the world in outrage wept for you
You were on your own when they came for you

And no one heard you when you screamed
But your cries re-echo eternally
You wanted justice, wanted to be free

In death’s shadow, hand in hand
Though the world in outrage wept for you
You were on your own when they came for you
They came for you and

No one heard you when you screamed
And though your bodies fell to dust
Your voices now are strong to us
Re-echo round us now

You who stood at Tiananmen
You will never see your homes again”

Who owns the Wheel?

Who owns the Wheel?


Long time ago, I dreamt about wheels…

Years later, I saw one being made and got a deja vue feeling.

Using my dream and my observation, I made my own version of wheels.

Am I a thief now?

Is it ethical for a tribe to claim sole right on the use of wheels, just because they were the first to make one?

If that tribe would come over to destroy my wheel to protect their copyright, would’nt I be allowed to defend my creation?