What the hail? A weather delay in Brussels.

You know, when the weather guy says there was hail the size of golf balls, I used to think it would be cool to see that. I’ve seen hail before, but it’s usually the size of BBs.

But there was a football (soccer) match in Brussels today at King Baudoin Stadium (which, as all of you Bruxellois out there know is near the Atomium and Bruparck) between Belgium and Tunisia, and this happened.

There you are. Hail the size of golf balls, and, according to photos, a few chunks the size of tennis balls. Any ideas what the broadcaster is saying. It isn’t French (which I understand) or Dutch or German (which I don’t), and those are the three official languages of Belgium. (Actually, it’s Portuguese.)

Now, for an attitude adjustment. I’ve decided it would not be cool to see that. And it would be horrific to be in it. But if you want a similar experience, go to a crowded golf driving range and stand in the middle of the open field as dozens of golfers all swing full force and take shots at you.

And note that is you were to do than, it would be less dangerous than what happened in Brussels. When the sky dumps chunks of ice on you, there’s no way you can avoid them in the open,

(Oh, the match was suspended until the storm ended. Belgium ended up winning 1-0.)

 

Christmas on the other side of the ocean: From David Sedaris

I remember when I first saw Santa’s Helpers in Brussels: white guys in black face.

I thought: That’s weird.

This is what they looked like:

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I guess I should have been insulted, like everyone else appears to be all of a sudden. Which I find odd. I’ve known this European Christmas story for close to 10 years. Found it more entertaining than hearing about a obese guy living with his wife in a really cold place and commanding an army of pointy-eared little people dressed in green.

That seems pretty offensive, right?

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Like if you had a choice between being accosted by this or by the black guys up higher, which one would freak you out the most?

And as a parent, I really wish I could have told my kid when he was little: “Look. You better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout. I’m telling you why. Santa Claus is coming to town with a bunch of black guys, and they’re gonna kick your ass if don’t get your act together.”

But, really, I never saw Santa’s helpers beat up kids in Belgium. They never even looked funny at kids. All they did was smile.

And not just on the street. I was at a fancy restaurant in Brussels called La Quincallerie with my boss, who came from the states around the holiday. So we’re having a nice dinner, and a couple of Santa’s Helpers come in, raising money for charity. My boss looks at me, wondering how he should react, and I tell him the story of the Spanish Santa.

Probably didn’t resolve anything. But there was an internal logic to the story.

Unlike the fat guy with a bunch of flying caribou.

But if you want to see a really disturbing Christmas story (Really, don’t watch this if you don’t want to be offended. This is really vile. You have been warned):

I told you not to watch it. Makes the black guys look tame, right?

A reunion in more ways than one

I was over at BlacktopXchange, the sports blog, and saw this video:


Very touching. There are lots of YouTube postings of soldiers making surprise returns home. But this had deeper meaning for me.

I’m now spending my time between Washington and Louisville. But see the football field in International School of Brussels this video: Our house was less than 1,000 yards from it when we lived in Belgium. That’s on the campus of the International School of Brussels in the Watermael-Boitsfort commune. We literally lived right next door to the campus for six years. And I mean literally in the literal sense.
See that guy on the left in the black outfit at the 1:10 mark? That’s the ISB athletic director Jason Baseden. That building behind him? That’s where our son went to middle school and high school.

Our son didn’t play football at the school, much to the disappointment of parents on the football team. (He was big enough to play tight end.) His sports were cross country, volleyball, basketball and track. He played baseball with the kids in the local league, not with the school. His heart was in basketball, and we told him the downside of playing football was if he got hurt, he wouldn’t recover in time for hoops season.

And he had a rewarding high school sports career. He played basketball through middle school and high school. His under-14 middle-school team came in second place in the European championship in Frankfurt. His high-school basketball team won the European championship for his division in his senior year at the Hague. His volleyball team placed third in the European championships in his junior year in Brussels, and then went to the Hague the following year and came in second, where he got an honorable mention for the all-star team.

ISB had an extensive sports program. Practically everything your kid would want to play. And the kids who participated in sports, boys and girls, traveled all through Europe. As parents, we got to see high school gyms in Germany, England, the Netherlands, France, Austria and Greece. And our son got to countries were weren’t able to get to because I had to work.

Just so you know, ISB is hosting Bitburg, high school at the military base in Germany, in this video. The only time I’d hear of Bitburg before we went to Europe was when Ronald Reagan went to the Nazi military cemetery and when the Ramones released the album “Bonzo goes to Bitburg.”

ISB football and basketball regularly competed against the high schools at the military bases. We held our own pretty well, all things considered, given that the military kids considered our athletes as the rich diplomats’ kids.

So seeing this video is a reunion for me as well. Of all the places I’ve lived, Brussels was my favorite. I flashed back on obsessing over high school sports, going to the football games on this field.

Anyway, I saw the video, and now I’m homesick.

The next big (faux) scandal

I’ll give this one a few weeks to be blown all out of proportion, but the media powers on the right are drumming up a new scandal that promises to reach the level of congressional hearings, GOP presidential campaign posturing and breathless coverage from late-coming news outlets with “exclusive” developments.

Here’s the first volley:

WASHINGTON — A State Department whistleblower has accused high-ranking staff of a massive coverup — including keeping a lid on findings that members of then-Secretary Hillary Clinton’s security detail and the Belgian ambassador solicited prostitutes.

A chief investigator for the agency’s inspector general wrote a memo outlining eight cases that were derailed by senior officials, including one instance of interference by Clinton’s chief of staff, Cheryl Mills.

Any mention of the cases was removed from an IG report about problems within the Bureau of Diplomatic Security (DS), which provides protection and investigates crimes involving any State Department workers overseas.

“It’s a coverup,” declared Cary Schulman, a lawyer representing the whistleblower, former State Department IG senior investigator Aurelia Fedenisn.“The whole agency is impaired.

That’s the breathless report from the New York Post, owned by Rupert Murdoch, so you know Fox News is gearing up the machinery for a full-blown account. And since Rupert is interested, the “legitimate” media will start following once Fox is in full force.

So let’s parse this.

The State Department is being blasted for not pursuing rumors of sexual actions by its representatives. This isn’t even third-hand knowledge. The people alleged to have done the deeds never said anything (they’d be stupid to). The people who made the allegations just said there were “rumors” that this was going on. And the people who passed on the rumors were questioned by at least a third party who filed a report of rumors. There are no police reports saying this happened. And unlike the sex scandal involving Sen. Robert Menendez of New Jersey, which now appears to have been a scam perpetrated by a right-wing media outlet, no prostitute has appeared before the microphones and said this happened.

If that’s not solid evidence, what is?

This doesn’t even rise to the level of last year’s Secret Service prostitution scandal. Remember that? When agents scouting Colombia before an official Obama visit solicited prostitutes and refused to pay for services rendered?

You see, that was a legitimate scandal because we had this little thing called PROOF! There was yelling in a hotel. Police were called. Prostitutes said “that guy didn’t give me my money.” It all was part of a police intervention. There’s no doubt it happened.

This incendiary State Department scandal is based on rumors with the flames being fanned by the usual mouthpieces.

Is there any validity to the rumors? No one knows. But let’s look at the reaction of the Belgian ambassador.

Gutman said today in a statement,”I am angered and saddened by the baseless allegations that have appeared in the press and to watch the four years I have proudly served in Belgium smeared is devastating.

“I live on a beautiful park in Brussels that you walk through to get to many locations and at no point have I ever engaged in any improper activity.”

I lived in Brussels. Here’s my interpretation and some information I’ve picked up from various sources.

The “beautiful park” nearest the U.S. Embassy in Brussels is Brussels Park across from the Palace not far from l’Église Notre Dame du Sablon and the museum area.

800px-Brussels_Park_in_summer_2007_1Given the context of the quote, the ambassador is saying that the allegations are that he was picking up prostitutes in this park.

Prostitutes don’t work that park. It’s a highly policed, popular tourist area. It’s the site of music festivals and art exhibits. Prostitutes would never be tolerated there.

Besides, the prostitutes are on display in windows outside the Gare du Nord or working an area south of the high end shops at the Toison d’Or. This is common knowledge.

Oh, yeah. And prostitution is legal in Belgium. If you’re trying to give a scandal a little more heft, throw in underage prostitutes. That’s illegal and seems to be the push that makes people in Europe pay attention. (Just ask Silvio Berlusconi.)

If the rumors are even trying to claim the ambassador was ditching his security detail and picking up hookers in Brussels Park, they’re absurd.

But if the rumors, as tenuous as they are, are true, why is this issue bubbling up now?

As if her 2016 White House intentions haven’t already been hashed and rehashed, Hillary Rodham Clinton renewed that conversation Monday with her very own hashtag – joining Twitter to much fanfare.

Oh! I see.

Hillary’s 2016 numbers come back down to Earth: Yes, it’s early to discuss 2016. Yes, everything right now is speculation. And, yes, so much can happen in the next two or three years. But it’s Friday, and we have a new 2016 poll to chew on. According to a new Quinnipiac survey, Hillary Clinton still looks strong against potential GOP competitors, but her numbers — not surprisingly — have come back down to earth. She leads both Jeb Bush (48%-40%) and Rand Paul (49%-41%) by eight points. Yet back in a March Quinnipiac survey, she was ahead of Marco Rubio by 16 points (50%-34%) and Paul Ryan by 12 (50%-38%), though her edge against the popular Chris Christie was smaller (45%-37%).

Oh! You see!

Hillary’s poll numbers are higher than all of her possible Republican opponents. The last GOP barrage was on Benghazi, which didn’t generate much traction, but did help to chip away the lead she had in earlier polls. So the anti-Hillary forces are going with sex scandals as the Benghazi backup.

I’m sure I’ll be posting more on this.

Christmas in Belgium and the Netherlands

I’ve been thinking about this time of the year in Brussels. When you wander around Christmas shopping or if you’re settled before your meal at a fancy restaurant, chances are you’re going to see a bunch of white guys in blackface and festive costumes collecting money for charity.

Now, when I was living there, the American in me looked at this and thought, “What the hell?!” We have a political correctness that totally forbids anyone from doing blackface in public. Scratch that … blackface in public can lead to a fight.

But it’s no big deal in Belgium or in the Netherlands. It’s Christmas tradition. The men in blackface are Santa’s helpers.

Now, the American in you reads this and thinks, “What the hell?! Elves aren’t black! I mean how many black people do you expect to find in the North Pole?!”

Well, for one, you have the location wrong. And … why don’t I let David Sedaris explain it to you:

I sort of wish we had this as our Christmas story. Can you imagine going to the modern Confederacy and telling people that on Christmas Eve, Santa and a bunch of black guys were going to break into their house, beat and kick their kid, put them in a sack and take them off to Spain?

Fox News talks about a “War on Christmas.” If this was our holiday tale, Bill O’Reilly would be in the front lines advocating a war on Christmas. And he’d say the black guys are from Kenya and don’t have birth certificates.

 

High school sports on a global scale

My son showed some school spirit and tweeted a link to this video on Vimeo:

We lived in Belgium for six years, and my son attended middle school and high school at the International School of Brussels. As a parent, I was impressed with its academic offerings. But as a sports fan, I spent a lot of time at high-school games.

Over the years,  the kid participated in volleyball, basketball, cross country, baseball and track, either with the school team (called the Raiders) or with a local Belgian league. We steered him away from American football (who needs the broken bones and concussions?). And though he didn’t compete in what the rest of the world calls football — which Americans call soccer — he had extensive knowledge of professional football and players in the various European leagues by the time he went back to the states for college.

The ISB athletics list was pretty comprehensive for boys and girls sports (check out the PDF here: ISB Sports Handbook 2012-2013). While we were there, the ISB basketball team won the European tournament in his senior year, and his volleyball teams placed third and second among international schools in his junior and senior years, respectively.

But here’s the thing about sports at international schools in Europe. In order to compete, the kids had to travel schools in other countries. So volleyball season could mean a weekend in the Netherlands or Austria. Basketball season led to numerous trips to Germany to play the kids at the American military bases, or flying over to Greece for a basketball tournament. A cross-country meet’s finish line ended up in France or England. It would have been nice if he played baseball with the school instead of the Brussels league, because those trips sometimes resulted in an extended stay in Cairo  (yes, as in Egypt).

The kid saw more of Europe than I did, but I have to admit, as a dedicated parent, my European tourism memories include some of the continent’s better high-school gyms.

And the girls teams took as many trips and saw as many countries.

The setup was two games in a weekend, one Friday and one Saturday. The kids were required to stay with host families, while trailing parents stayed at local hotels. The point was for the kids to be exposed to different cultures, since the makeup of an international school isn’t that much different than the constituencies of the United Nations.

We hosted a number of kids when opposing teams came to Brussels, each offering a gift representative of their countries. Since we represented a Belgian school, our kid usually offered boxes of Belgian chocolates to his host families.

If we had remained in New Jersey, my son would still have competed in sports. That team was also the Raiders. And we were fascinated that the team mascot in Brussels was the same as the mascot at Rutgers (a knight), a team we regularly followed for college sports in Jersey. I’m not saying it was destiny, but the coincidences helped make the transition to life abroad a little easier.

I can read your mind. (Everybody can)

A mind reader was working his magic in Brussels, and people were asked if they wanted to be on his television show. He then proceeded to tell them some of the most intimate secrets of their lives.

Yeah, that’s right. It was a scam with a higher purpose. You don’t need to go to a mind reader, because everything about you is on a computer somewhere. You give up a lot of information if you have a Facebook profile. But other things are accessible. Anyone with a Nexis connection can track down where you live (and where you’ve lived), your birth date and other goodies, like your social security number and your criminal record. Even a mediocre hacker can get your bank information.

When you carry your phone, you’re actually carrying a homing device that can tell people where you are at any given moment. There are apps that can show where and how you’re traveling. You have no secrets.

This post isn’t intended to make you feel paranoid. It’s just an acknowledgement of life in the digital world.

Now, this video was taken in Brussels. Since I used to live there, I thought I knew where it was in the city, but I had to make sure.

It’s across from the church in Place Ste. Catherine, not far from the Bourse. Why do I know that?

Because I went to Google Maps and pulled up this picture:

Now, go back to the video and pay attention at the 12 second mark.

Look familiar? That little bit of sleuthing took me about two minutes.

Here’s the thing though.

The European Union is far more strict about privacy matters than we are in the United States. When Google Maps was going through Europe taking street level photos, an official in Germany asked if they were collecting information on people. (Germans are pretty picky about having the state collect information on them. Think about their history.) Google said no. The official asked to check out the technology they were using.

It turns out Google was collecting information from people’s wireless connections throughout Europe. The Europeans went nuts.

We haven’t heard anything about it here, though. But if they collected data in Europe, you know they collected data here.

The point of this Belgian ad campaign can’t be understated. Everything about you is on the Internet. People are looking at your data, and you don’t know who they are or what they’re going to do with it. In fact, when you go to a web site, other Web sites are tracking you. Mozilla, which runs the Firefox browser, has an app called Collusion that will show you how other sites tracking your Internet behavior.

And there’s no turning back.

So here are a few tips on protecting your money:

  • Make sure your PC is sufficiently secured (for instance by installing an up-to-date version of a virus scanner)
  • If someone calls you up on behalf of your bank and asks you to provide personal data and/or to sign electronically, refrain from taking any action at all, for your bank will never ask you to provide this kind of information.
  • Put your electronic signature only for orders you expect or have initiated yourself.
  • In case of doubt, immediately abort the transaction and take contact with your bank, especially when the procedure for signing differs from the usual procedure. All banks have a help desk where you can find the answer to your questions about internet banking. Access to this help desk can be found on the bank’s website.
  • Check your statements of account at regular intervals.

And that’s my public-service announcement for the day.