Yellow glasses for driving at night.

Yellow glasses for driving at night.

Yellow night glasses

Yes. I got them. Yellow glasses for night driving. And they seem to work, which surprises me as I’m colour blind. I also have very light-sensitive eyes. I drove with sunglasses a few early mornings and that helped a lot but they do make things quite dark. How many people that read this use these yellow glasses as well? And do you think they’re a great idea?

They are not a great idea.

No. These yellow glasses are not a great idea. They’re a fix for a problem that the lighting industry should take on. This is a band aid for sore night-eyes.

If the need for this kind of glasses arises, that means there is something wrong with the light conditions at night. Lights that hurt and hinder people, creating the need for these glasses. That is the root problem of things in this case, and the best way to attack that problem is to change the night lights.

I’m not a light expert so perhaps my idea of using infrared or ultraviolet is ridiculous but perhaps there is something to be done with polarised lights, filters or something like that.

They are merely helpful, but…

These yellow glasses are helpful, don’t get me wrong, but they are yet another expression of investing in materialism to make life easier. Life that’s difficult enough to cope with when you consider everything that’s going on in an average (if that exists) person’s life.

Purple doesn’t exist.

Purple is a figment of people’s imagination.

Really. Believe me. I know this. And why do I know this? I have never seen it. That is why I don’t believe in purple. It’s amazing how many people are convinced that it does though. Even when I ask Google to show me ‘purple’ it comes up with something:

This can’t be purple. I see 3 entirely different things but none of them is purple (apart from the actual word purple). For me these consists of “I don’t have a clue”.

My popular witch Hilda will hate me for this. Her favourite colour is purple as well while for me it’s not real.

Why do I state that purple doesn’t exist?

Because I’m colour blind. (Note to ignorami: colour blind doesn’t mean that I see in black and white. Colour blind is a stupid, wrong name for the fact that many people can’t see all the colours that are around.)

Purple to me is a word. A concept that other people’s eyes make them interpret as a colour. That also goes for stuff like mauve, beige, pink and other pastels.

It’s the same thing with religions and gods. Those to me are concepts that in other people’s eyes signify something. A kind of creature, a colour I can’t see. For me it’s not real.

If you feel that a god is real, that your religion is real, be happy with it. Just don’t expect me to see it the way you do. I’m religion blind in the same way I’m colour blind so I see things differently from how you do.

A test.

Do you see a letter or a number up here? Yes? Great. You can see your god. I just see a lot of little circles of a doubtful colour (green, brown, grey?) which make up the totality of a ball, a sphere. This is how I see my world, my surroundings. I don’t have a god colour to tell me what’s what. I can look at the whole of evolution, the world, space, the other planets and stars, and take those as the ball up there. Doubtful colours, but definitely a shape I can appreciate. In the entirety of the cosmos there are probably more colours I can’t see. More colours that you can’t see (beyond ultraviolet, beyond infra red, into the electromagnetic ranges). You are blind to them as I am blind to your precious colours.

I’m happy with that. I know what to expect. I know there’s more out there than I can see which is fine. As long as people respect that and don’t try to make me ‘see’ what they see (because again, I’m entirely blind to that) we’re all in harmony.

If you try to convince me that your god is the one and only, and that she’s black, has horns and teeth that would make a tiger jealous, then I will shake my head and walk on. Be happy with your tiger tooth god. It’s not mine. I don’t see it. It won’t bother me and if you’re a good follower it won’t bother you.

So please don’t bother to bother me with it.

 

Who wants to live forever?

Do you want to live forever?

Something tells me that many people will answer yes to this question. To live forever, to see how the world unfolds, perhaps travel to the moon and Mars someday. Yup, sounds great.

And how about work?

Did you think about that? Suppose you can indeed live forever and be the person you were in the prime of your life. Be it 25, 30, 35, take your pick. You’d not only live forever, you’d also be working forever. Pay taxes forever. Perhaps even pay for a pension plan you’ll never get to enjoy.

That might outweigh the idea of working (forever) on the moon, or Mars, or wherever, but I don’t think that’s all too appealing.

And how about the ones you love?

They might not want to live forever. You will see them grow old, demented, sick, and die. All the time you’re alive and moving through the centuries, people will come into your life and leave you again.

There’s more to living forever than not dying.

America. Since it’s in the news.

I didn’t watch the in-ogre-ation yesterday. That was a good decision, everything happened without me just as well.

This morning I was curious. About the @potus twitter account that now is in the twitter-capable hands of one Donald Trump. (Interestingly his original twitter account, https://twitter.com/therealdonaldtrump) doesn’t exist any more.)

Something struck me. Let me show you:

Does this man strike you as a kind man? As someone who is happy? As someone who… cares about you?

I really would like to know, because I don’t think so. Not at all. He looks troubled in this image. Unhappy. Uncertain even. Not the qualities I’d look for in the leader of one of the biggest countries in the world. A country that has to become great again under the guidance of this man.

I have read about the first moves that will make America great again. According to Mother Jones, “the administrative order will end Obama’s efforts to cut premiums on FHA-insured home loans”.

In practice, this means that low-income homeowners will be stuck paying higher insurance premiums on their FHA-insured mortgages.

That’s probably great in itself although I fail to see how. Next to that, George Takei reported this:

Let’s hope they will be replaced by something even better.

Let’s see how event unfold. We may yet see a shimmer of light on the horizon.

Freedom beyond expectations. Or beyond comprehension?

Freedom? What freedom?

Some of you already know, some don’t. Some may have guessed it. And some of you may be shocked (for you I feel a bit sad).

naturists

I’m a naturist.

Naturism

What is naturism? The first thing many people think of, unfortunately, is what the internet throws around so eagerly. Naked people doing all kinds of things that are most certainly not safe for work.

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First off: that is not naturism. Naturism, also called nudism, simply means doing your regular things but without wearing clothes.

Why would someone do that? Many people wonder about that because clothes are natural. Aren’t we all born dressed? Clothes are normal. True, they are the norm, but their point has been pushed beyond the boundaries of reason.

The boundaries of reason vs. naturism

coldWhen it’s cold we wear clothes. There are not many naturists who will go against that because cold is cold.

What goes against reason (unless you are convinced that clothes must be) is what happens when it’s very hot. You don’t take off your clothes. No, you turn on the air conditioning because otherwise your clothes are too warm. And keeping your clothes on is much better because of the shame.

Shame

shameShame is something wonderful that religion brought upon the world. The original sin, eternal shame, no way to pay off your sin, all that took hold in everyone’s mind and culture. So clothes are the answer. Not thinking outside the box, because that’s not normal. Suppose you are seen by someone else! The shame!

Because that’s something else that’s inserted in everyone’s mind. You are not perfect. You are not pretty. You are not like the impossible standards of beauty that the world put out to sell you all kinds of stuff. Stuff that should make you as pretty as the next supermodel. Who decides who’s super anyway?

So what’s up with the nekkid stuff?

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Nothing. That is probably disappointing but if you’re looking for exciting pictures or tales you’re in the wrong spot. Naturism and nudism have nothing to do with sex and such things, despite the many things the internet will ‘teach’ you. Nudism and naturism are about being yourself. About feeling free. And how much more free can one be than without clothes? Once you’re used to it you experience freedom beyond expectations. And if you don’t dare to try it you’ll keep wondering about this ‘freedom’ beyond comprehension.

I leave it at this. If you agree with me then power to you. If you are curious you can ask me questions. If you decide you suddenly hate me, that’s up to you. And if you choose to ignore this post, that’s fine as well. Whatever makes you happy. 🙂

Mr Trump. The one from America

This man frightens me. Donald Trump. He wants to be the president of the US of A first, and of the world after that. The things he says and the plans he has are worrying.

His presidential website states that Obamacare is horrible. Somehow he will “restore economic freedom” which then will make for “free market principles and working together to create sound public policy that will broaden healthcare access, make healthcare more affordable and improve the quality of the care available to all Americans.” That is where America came from before Obamacare, isn’t it? Meaning sky high fees for doctors and less access to medical help for most people as they can’t afford it.

He proposes tax relief for middle class Americans. This in turn will “Grow the American economy by discouraging corporate inversions, adding a huge number of new jobs, and making America globally competitive again.” Not sure how he plans to do this when less money gets in the hands of the government to actually have money to make America competitive again. Is he going to put his own modest fortune in there?

His approach to international politics is impressive too. According to http://uk.businessinsider.com/donald-trump-bomb-isis-2015-11During a speech at Decker Auditorium in Fort Dodge, Iowa, Trump said he would go after ISIS-controlled oil fields and “bomb the s— out of ’em,” to loud applause.

This would probably destroy these oil fields, but that is of lesser concern. I may be wrong, I’m not a politician.

He’s been married 3 times, as far as I can find. All of those marriages didn’t work out. He’s had several companies. Most (all?) of them did not work out as they went bankrupt.

And this genius is going to lead the US of A to greatness? A president is, as it were, married to his people. Mr Trump can’t even stay married to 1 person. A president has to be able to lead a country. Mr Trump has shown that he can’t even lead a tiny, company sized province.

Mr Trump has been compared to Adolf Hitler more times than I care to count or remember. His bold ideas of putting up walls, throwing certain racial groups out of the country, discriminating against other racial/cultural/religious groups, all these are definitely reminders of this man from Austria. (What, you had no idea Hitler wasn’t German?) Even his boasting, screaming speeches are quite Hitlerian…

Good luck, America. Use your brain when it comes to voting day…

No life. But no death either.

A home for old people. One where the very old people are. People who have nearly nothing left to live for, who are literally waiting for the end. Have you ever been there? No? Humour me and do it. It’s an eye opener.

Go there and look around you. That is where society will send us. People have to get older and older because of science and health care. (Because we get older we’re also ‘allowed’ to work longer, despite the number of jobs going down because of automation, but more on that later perhaps.)

Are people made to be that old? And in that way? Like little heaps of human who have everything behind them, and nothing ahead except the coffin? I don’t think so.

How many of them would choose for a dignified end? Because a dignified existence isn’t an option for so many of them. If you still don’t know what I’m talking about then I implore you to have a look in such a home for the very old. Look at the walkers. The wheelchairs with all kinds of supports in which old people are fed. People who sleep most of the day or have no clue what’s happening around them.

That’s not for me. I would like to keep this life and death in my own hands. Enough, after all, is enough. Also where life is concerned.

Geen leven. Maar ook geen dood.

Een bejaardentehuis. Een waar de heel oude mensen zitten. De mensen die bijna niets meer hebben om voor te leven, die letterlijk zitten te wachten op het einde. Ben je er wel eens geweest? Nee? Doe eens. Het is iets dat je ogen opent.

Ga er eens heen en kijk eens goed om je heen. Dat is waar de maatschappij ons heen stuurt. De mensen moeten steeds ouder worden vanwege de wetenschap en de gezondheidszorg. (Omdat we steeds ouder worden ‘mogen’ we ook steeds langer werken, ondanks dat er door de voortschrijdende automatisering steeds minder banen zijn, maar daarover misschien later eens.)

Zijn mensen wel gemaakt om zo oud te worden? En dan bedoel ik ‘zo’ ook als ‘op deze manier’? Als hoopjes mens die alles al achter zich hebben? Geen toekomst meer behalve de kist? Ik denk het niet.

Hoeveel van hen zouden voor een waardig einde kiezen? Een waardig bestaan zit namelijk voor velen van hen niet meer in. Als je niet weet wat ik bedoel dan vraag ik je met klem nogmaals in een hoogbejaardentehuis te gaan kijken. Naar de rollators, naar de rolstoelen met allerlei steunen waarin oude mensen gevoerd worden; mensen die het merendeel van de dag zitten te slapenof te suffen en die vaak niet eens meer beseffen wat er om hen heen gebeurt.

Geef mij dan maar het heft in eigen handen. Genoeg is tenslotte genoeg. Ook voor het leven.

Leave it to the car

Many people do not want a self driving car. This is of course the human factor where the human wants to be in control of the machine.

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The ironic part in this is that the humans want power steering, power windows and more power options to the car so they don’t have to expend their own power. Leave that to the car. The humans also wants GPS navigation so they don’t have to look at maps and use their own brain power. Leave that to the car. Humans love the automatic wind shield wipers so they don’t have to switch them on themselves. Same goes for automatic lights coming on. Leave all that to the car. Or how about the car that won’t start when it detects you’ve had a few too many? Not even mentioning the people who love their stick shift, where the car tells them when to use it to be as fuel efficient as possible. Why not leave that to the car?

The latest nice thing I heard of is Lane Assist, where the humans don’t have to watch where they’re going in their car. The car will warn them if they get out of their lane. Easy. Leave that to the car. Of course you may hear the argument that this is a useful feature to keep you on the right track when you’re tired. Well, if you’re tired you should not be driving a car in the first place!

And still the humans think they are in control of their car.

Just leave it to the car…

Life and death.

Deaths in Paris.

Deaths in planes shot down.

Deaths in schools by trigger-happy humans.

And I am going to clean the bathroom…

There is no way I can even try to understand what makes these people do what they do.

Logically I can explain it. Influences. Hate-mongering. Mind-messing by twisted, sick individuals. But understand? No. I can’t. And I am proud of that. It lifts my mind out of their gutter.

I hate what happens and what happened, and from what the general direction of things is also what will still happen. The spreading of fear will go on for a while. Unfortunately. And it is hard to go against. A response with weapons doesn’t work.

Why is love and understanding so difficult…