The Freedom Head Barbecue

And then came the moment of the freedom head barbecue you never thought would came; but apparently it did on Liberation Day May 5, during the national freedom feast of the Netherlands. Allthough I would strongly argue with that fact of ‘freedom’; which I find rather adopted very (very) light-hearted by society.

Maybe I wonder off here, but before we get in to the freedom barbecue bonfire part(y) of this ridiculous blog.

Supposed Freedom

Would you determine working your confused some gender related *** off your whole life for companies owned by unbearable millio-, trillio and billionaires who most certainly all own 26 cars, houses, 23.000 pair of shoes (probably with a red velvet ribbon, 15 200m long yachts and about 900 aeroplanes?

Fortunately I do not consider myself employer of an annoying grabby enterprise because I happen to have a business myself since the ridiculous ancient year 1989.

So in fact I should know how to drill people and let them crawl year in year out to collect a few coins to eventually being able to go on that one lousy vacation once a year (or maybe decade).

Just kidding: of course I am not so cruel.

I let you have a vacation book voucher for a whole year included.

Anyway: back to the may 5 incident during the igniting of this discutable freedom fire in my city.

Igniting a freedom is not that easy

That all went not really as smooth as it could have been. After fumbling for a minute and a halve; the nearest crowd people almost were intoxicated of all the gas being released in the wild, because the damn thing didn’t want to be ignited by the Mayor’s torch.

The Mayor then decided to step up a small invisible step or stool to get closer to the tray where a fire was supposed to be. After fumbling some more suddenly a huge stitch flame erupted into the air. And because there was a lot of gas present, another small flame shot to the left above the man’s head. The freedom head barbecue was a fact at that point.

While the crowd all made these terrified sounds, the Mayor right away touched over his bold head three times. Don’t worry: his boldness was not due to the fire, but very well could have been the case so. I wonder though if his eyelashes survived the freedom-fire-roast; I can imagine feeling very much like a barbecued German sausage.

Note: the flame that went to the left and caused the freedom head barbecue is not really visible on the video. Iphones are not that brilliant that they can registrate that from a distance. Nowhere near if this iphone in question happened to be my older iphone which the husband now uses as hand-me-down. But I can ashore you that it was totally visible to us the crowd; the terrified sounds that people made were witness of that.