What the Bleep?
We were having a light snack with my friend
who lives on the third, fourth, and fifth floors
of number something or another
at Concertgebouw Plein,
just a few blocks away from the American Embassy
and the Van Gogh Museum.
The wet shimmering view to the north from his spacious,
and thoroughly modern home
reveals a brightly lit Concert Hall, bounded by trolley tracks,
with The Rijksmuseum Park just behind.
We are eating and drinking and talking about the United States,
about the strength, (or weakness) of the dollar,
about the debt of America vs. the debt of Europe.
We talked about the rather grand military expenditures of the US,
in comparison to the rather modest expenditures of Europe.
We talked about the percentages of the US budget that come from
from Corporate Taxes (all time low),
and from the money that is borrowed from Payroll Taxes.
We mused how the US government runs a 1/2 trillion dollar shortfall,
We talked about Bush.
And our host wonderered how long such leadership could continue?
He is no radical.
No, he is a modestly wealthy international businessman,
who invests in real estate in Europe and the US.
The art on the walls is well chosen.
His kitchen feels more like a small restaurant kitchen.
The giant gold lighting fixture over the circular marble dining room table
could just as well be in some chic lobby of the most boutique of hotels.
My Dutch friend's mother joined us as we drank good French Wine
and savored two types of fish, and perhaps five cheeses.
She was a grand lady, I think he said that she was 83.
She had lived all over the world and traveled over more of it
than most of us will likely ever have the chance to.
With a charmingly fluent english voice,
she offered that perhaps it was very wrong for the Americans
to spend so much money on war.
She thought that it would be better if the money was applied
to helping the poorer nations of the world to help themselves.
She said that when her generation helped put an end to the
that they hoped with all their hearts that such a calamity
would not befall their own children.
Then, after her son tried to explain why the Americans
must have a war machine in order to execute their will
with the World's economy,
She offered that her favorite movie was
What the Bleep Do We Know?
Have you seen it? she said.
she graciously excused herself,
And we made our way down to the Taxi,
and back to the center of a town
where bicycles, cars, people, trams, and buses
move freely and efficiently and
almost anything goes.
What the bleep do they know?
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