Jan Molenaar, Hubble Shuttle

Jan Molenaar in Napier
classic example of State power. On a Ganja charge, send in the dog handler. If the citizen objects effectively, Follow up with military light armoured vehicles.
Nasty secret: Western societies are inhuman and solitary. The only experience of community you may experience is your local droogs community: trust, secrecy, loyalty , sometimes betrayal, but humanity at least.
Now I'm a huge fan of feminism and lesbianism, but its clear that the half-assed womens lib of the 70s has left women conflicted and bitter. Ulrike Meinhof did her best, but you cant liberate the people short of smashing the state.

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... Backdated advice for men: accept that the West is solitary, lonely and isolated: its the place where you make your money. You only need a million, or even just a half a million. If you make much more, you will get obsessed with pointless things like luxury and fancy labels and cars.
... Dont get hung up on the loneliness, head out of the West (Thailand, Sri-Lanka, Kenya, Russia, RP etc etc ) for human contact, on vacation, and permanently once youve made your half mill.
... Sadly now the West is crashing, it may take your mill with it, especially if youve put it in ING mortgage funds. There may now be no way to get it together. True group anger and resistance is a rarity 1930s, 1960s ... dont expect resistance now,, the current youth are dazed and bamboozled, they wont utter a peep, beyond their whining attempts at music.
Still no excuse to get bitter and twisted and off the local drugs dog handler.
My advice is: avoid crank and ethanol, but its likely I will be ignoring my own advice. I expect my future will go something like: condoms full of Shabu rupture internally in LAX, private security guards tazer me to death.
I promise my flat will not be booby-trapped.
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Ich gehöre nicht zur Baader-Meinhof Gruppe

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Last shuttle to Hubble

I recall in Bay Ridge in 1980, I glued together a plastic model of the shuttle. My buddy DJ, an iconoclastic escapee from the IDF, was rather dismissive of my toy enthusiasm, until he discovered that the cargo bay perfectly fitted beer cans. I'm from the James Taylor generation, protested against USA while gluing plastic lunar module legs on. Nearly made it in pre-Reagan Manhattan, wow, back then, in old America, volunteerism was high, executive salary was only 40x a workers pay - vs 400x in 2008.