Kykjeflap en The Man In Black

Och heden, wat in aardichheid. Jo feroarje in foto en de reaksjes streame binnen. Foar guon dy't net begripe wêr't ik it oer ha: Op Twitter en Facebook ha jo in saneamde profylfoto. Kinne de minsken sjen hokker omkoal der efter al dy flauwe berjochten sit.
Oant hjoed ta hie ik der ien foar brûkt dêr't ik in Simmer yn Fryslân bril fan de Omrop op de kop hie. No is it mei de simmer hast dien, hoewol, froast ha wy noch net. Mar de dagen wurde al koarter, dus tiid foar in nije foto.

It komt net sa faak foar dat ik op de foto kom. Dizze wike al. Ik krige in pear foarbylden tastjoerd en dêr ha ik dyselde útsocht dêr't ik frijwat swart op sjoch. Mei tastimming fan de fotograaf, lit ik dat der by sizze.
No, dan komme se hear, de reaksjes. Elts hat der in miening oer. Se wolle dat ik laitsje op dy foto.

Mark Rutte is yn Fryslân, Diederik Samsom hat der west of komt hast wer, in stream lanlike hotemetoten besiket te rêden wat der te rêden falt oangeande de gemeenteferkiezings en harren eigen desastreuze belied. Sels kollumnisten dy't ik heech achtsje begjinne om harren hinne te slaan en ferlieze hjir en dêr harren objektive bril op te setten. Alles yn it fjoer fan de (efterkeammerkes) striid.

Nee, ik hoech net sa noadich te laitsjen op in profylfoto. Sa fleurich wurde je net fan resint ferskynd proaza en plaatsjes. Ik neam gjin foarbylden, mar meitsje leaver in djippe bûging foar The Man In Black.

"Man In Black"

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.

Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black