That is one of the reasons why I live on a mountain and travel, when possible, by bike at night.

It creates jobs and lawsuits, that's what counts in this uncertain times . So let's cheer for this God(dess).

Arnon

Is the American 'God' bigger than the European 'god' ?

@ Tom

You must be a writer.

@Mieke
I write to much to ever have taught about that.

See also, Ilija Trojanow ‘Aanslag op de vrijheid’:
http://www.campusdenhaag.nl/ctc/actueel/aanslag-op-de-vrijheid.html

A Brand New God

The Anxiety Hare (lepus timidus) is a timidous and watchful animal. He has strong powerful hind legs, long spoon shaped ears and staring watchful eyes. He belongs to the family of cyborgs: A large part of his body is still recognizable as a hare, but instead of a head he is equipped with a surveillance camera. Therefore he perceives the world around him always as a potentially dangerous place. The Anxiety Hare lives in Arcadia, a fantasy world, in ancient times described as a land far away from the corrupt city culture with its crooked politics and mass consumption culture. Arcadia is about pure values like the love for nature, innocent beauty and music. Descriptions of Arcadia in antique times show a striking resemblance with promotion pamphlets for English suburbs at the end of the nineteen hundreds. The suburb was also a place where one could flee from the filthy city into the green surroundings of the countryside. Protestant pastors praised the suburb as an alternative for the sinful city with its many temptations. Arcadic in this context means guiltless, lovely and naïf. But at the same time it’s a denial of the social reality we live in. Since films like Blue Velvet, Happiness and American Beauty, we know that there is always a downside to the so-called arcadic condition in the suburbs. In antiquity Arcadia was the favourite place of the animal God Pan (half human half goat), he was the God of fright and loved to make practical jokes. He scared the wits out of sheep pastors, by rolling rocks down a hill. Now his place is taken by the Anxiety Hare (half animal, half machine), an unwitting animal who can’t appreciate practical jokes. Every rolling stone is interpreted as a terrorist attack. Arcadia has a rear side, which we try to ignore as much as possible. We do want cheap welfare products but we don’t want the immigrants, whom are a part of the same process of globalisation. We want a selective kind of globalisation. Yes to the export of democracy but no to the import of terrorism. Arcadia, is literally a state of denial. We live in nice looking cottages outside the city with nice and caring neighbours, but we buy our food in mega malls and make sex-dates via the Internet in highway motels. In ancient days Arcadia was a fluid world which would evaporate with the last notes of the pan flute, but now a days the walls around paradise have become bigger and higher and it’s hard for reality to get in. We demand 100 per cent security in the streets because we don’t want to be disturbed while shopping. The Anxiety Hare has become our God, and as is often the case with religions, the deity is modelled after its worshippers.