2004/11/23
A little while ago I blogged about the murder of Dutch cineast, Theo van Gogh. Since then I have spoken to my partner and some friends, and it is interesting how most of them felt:
"How terrible that he was killed. He was a man with disgusting opinions. Let's hope that his murderer had nothing to do with politics or religion, and was just pissed off with him for mundane reasons as so many people were." (this was before the news of the note left on his body, which was a fundamentalist diatribe, was found)
Made me realise how little I still know about life in general, and how my feelings that I know squat is so true. But then, why do so many poeple who obviously know as much (or less) than me seem to proclaim that they know absolutely everything? Oh well. At least I have most excellent friends and acquaintances.
This post somewhat incomprehensible due to imbibing of Bombay Sapphire, straight-up with a sliver of ice.
