Year 2023. Dreadful, straight horrible. That’s the few things that come to my mind first. Unfortunately. It’s mainly about the re-start of war in occupied Palestine. And ongoing war in Ukraine. Occupied I say? Yes, they were unfortunately too kind in 1947 and let the ungrateful jews in. That was a mistake. Horrible mistake. We knew it here, in a faraway country immediately. We had no jews here that would be remarkable amount. We had handful. Apparently it was even for them too far away and too awkward of a place. End of the world really. They did not come here. They were not here. During Second World War they executed mainly our people, with a handful of jews. Really a handful. So, what I am trying to say is we had nothing much to do with jews. We are in the end of world, a poor countrly where nobody really wants to live. Except russians perhaps, I don’t know. It’s pretty here but in order to survive one has to be a filthy rich. Had to be and has to be. Even though jews were rich they did not like it here. That says a loads! One would say it’s godforsaken land. I say, as I am not religious, it’s a land behind gods back. Hidden. A true gem! 

I know it’s difficult. To live here seems like 19th century sometimes. No toilets, no running water, no electricity! That’s ofcourse, mainly in deep forests. But also in some villages. Like the one where my summer cottage is. I have had every blody day the sms messages coming in from the energy provider: We know you are without electricity, we try to fix it as fast as we can. Halleluja! And I only sigh in amazement as I don’t have any means of heating there apart of electricity. That literally means I would freeze to death in case I lived there!! It’s fucking 21st century or 22 already? Or, are we back in 19!? I lost the track when all the wars started over Ukraine and Palestine. If there is one thing I know about it’s the occupation. Not the work kind of occupation. But bullying, killing, harassement occupation. Yes, there are fancy rules. One must not kill children nor old people, nor women. Jews apparently are illiterate. Or, I must add, the jews are beyond illiterate. Yet they are proud about it all and claiming to be the chosen ones. I am sorry to say but I have seen the lululand nutters before. The jews sure have lost all their marbles, literally. No doubt there. But, common people are not blind. Common people of the world are not blind…. Yet the talking heads either are just plain stupid or pretending to be due to exceptionally high cash given to them by jews. I put my bet on the latter one. I am not blind. For a few millions I have seen people sold before. Whats a 12.000+ palestinian kids below 5 years old, – whole yearly birthrate here in our country! – to be killed for self defence. Because you see – they are better when dead as if not they will grow up and kill some jews. Yes, you say not all the jews are bad. Sure not. I am well aware there are decent jews and, hold and behold! decent russians! The problem is, the decent ones are either quiet, imprisoned, killed or just silent in order to survive. For us, bystanders, it is called collective guilt. You are guilty of genocide because you do not do ANYTHING to stop it. You, with your silence, SUPPORT killing babies. Fuck you. In this case the world is black and white. I see black and white. Hey, jew, don’t be afraid! Take a sad song and make it better. You are not the victim here. You are the bully. For the last 75 years you are. So, don’t you wonder why the whole world hates you. You are the demon. You create hell on earth. It’s YOU who must be destroyed. Soon. I hope. The whole world hopes. 

When I was a child we had a tale. A tale to scare the kids to go to bed on time or just behave. You know, the one where parents threat you with something coming up unless you go to be immediately. Boogie man, clown or hairy black hand that is fixed on dragging you under the bed. For us it was a boogieman or a jew. Well, the boogieman thing is clear, right. The tale of a jew goes like that. It was made clear to children NEVER to let a jew in to your home. Because jews were like squatters. Your home would be taken over and you would be kicked out. That was the story. And that has now become apparent. After palestinians welcomed the runaway jews that came from concentration camps in Europe in 1947 the palestinians have been tortured, killed, occupied. And killed again. No good deed gets by unpunished. Harry Belafonte. Another love of my life. I don’t think I have ever cried over a person that I never knew personally. But when he died I cried days. Just look at him. Just gorgeous! Being this handsome should be criminal :). Listening him singing now. Had a few dances around too. Angelina, Angelina, bring down the concertina and play! Banana boat song, another favourite of mine from the times I was homeless. Who could ever see that coming that I grow up with Harry Belafonte, Tom Waits, Leoard Cohen and Richie Sambora.

Ribbons for her hair. Never had ribbons for me hair. Just severe beating every day. Every day. By my stepmother and her husband. When I was three years old, all the way up until I was four and a half years old. Rotting alive. Starving for months on. Only food was onion or paprica, a bell pepper. Occasionally a whole sandwich with sardine. Or three spoonfulls of cottage cheese.

Work all night on a drink of rum! 

Stack banana til the morning come! 

Come mister tallyman and tally me banana!

Daylight come and we wanna go home!

Down at the market you can hear

ladies cry out while on their heads they bear

acee, rice, saltfish are nice

and the rum is fine any time year

Sad to say, I am on me way

won’t be back for many a day

my heart is down 

my head is turning around

I have to leave a little girl in Kingston town

Matilda! She took me money and run Venezuela!

Well, the money was just inside me bed,

Stuck up in the pillow beneathe me head!

Dont’t you know,

Matilda she found me money!

Oh, island, in the sun! Willed to me by my fathers hand,

all my days I will sing in praise

of your forest, waters

your shining sand

Well, that’s certainly my island. I will take you there and hide at my place, sauna, beaches. Home was where I hung me hat! Was. 

Today is the last day of the year. 

Last day as if, by some magic, just when the number on the calendar turn, everything else will turn good, better, excellent. Or all the bad would end. 

I hope that would be the way. But I know it does not work that way. 

I dream of the CD JD and I would create. Perhaps a few even. One for Xmas for sure. Fore Shane memory. And some mix of fantastic songs from Harry Belafonte, Leonard Cohen, perhaps even Tom Waits and Richie Sambora.

But anyhow. 

We can only wish for better. Better everything. Better job, better weather, no war, no hunger, no illness.

Daylight come and me wanna go home

Love to all

Stay cool and warm

JD, Happy New Year, all the blessings, hope to see you here soon!