Belated 40th to Three of a Perfect Pair

On the home stretch of the drive to '84, with tensions running high under pressure to produce the third and final album of this band's incarnation, Fripp came up with a fabbo plan:

  Link to: original 'ToaPP'

 

Album cover parody by Timothy P. Hoffman

so low loki

Wayee, no wayee, what wont for a quay:

When one's whence's wherewithal

Whiches twixt top of the stump

And a set of steak knives

Or a twist toward the end of the butt

To lead an opposition in retirement,

Siphoning sinecure sans silhouettes

Whose consecration culls views few choose

Soever superior to plucked popular opinion

To have been begotten by the head

Yet not made by the same; that's what hurts,

For frets on networks leave marks

Of the schlepped away of flesh and blood

Libel led mockery of plodding existence

Bleglgauze

Not so much a bandage as a pun-adjacent comment on the previous entry whose final paragraph is in permanent revision and whose final paragraph is not necessarily the current one and this fact justifies the relative clause being a defining one so as to forgo the comma despite what follows having no such excuse concurrent with an entry whose speech simulacrum is like "La Villa Strangiato" in that it both bespeaks an exercise in self-indulgence along with an attempt at recursion to a point between which I will reference a refrain that provides this excuse to express the same again from that prior entry that eventually entails being the penultimate point before the point that says none of our values are the same let alone immune to inflationary implosion in the aggregate or not as our superficial style of survival rests on a rock as our extinction hearkens hindward hard and so it finally arrives that davidly dot eu is dead because davidly dot eu is not broccoli but brokered by bait and switch rent seekers whose likes led a long long time ago to my removing the feeding tubes to +49301785853304.

 

No cymbals, no crash

When I hear an ambulance at a distance, I don't take my good fortune for granted; someone else nearer that sound has to suffer the brunt of its siren blast.

 

Should the sound approach, as it often does, and one after the other, some nearer to each other, trumpeting the same cause, some further apart but close enough together to shred the nerves of the audient, unwilling and ill willed, I leap to my feet and scream through the window down to the street below, and wave my fist in the air for good measure, "Oh, you think you're cool! 'I'm sooo important! I'm going to an emergency!' Give it a rest already!"

 

I know of course the driver's just doing a job, and an admirable one. But, like the driver, I have no free will. The driver can't help but to switch on and sustain the wailing even at times when it's unnecessary. Like lunch time. The appetite calls the tune. Less than free will, there's protocol. Rules rule. Less free will than that, the siren must sound. It's the sole purpose of the siren. Therefore, as with the alarm before it, it must be sounded.

 

I can only pretend I'm not annoyed.

Apeerances

Joking aside, 'corrupt intent' entails an attempt to corrupt the decision-making of an as-if otherwise impartial process, whereas Oliver's offer is made to get the appearance of an already walking & talking conflict of interest, in the person of Justice Thomas, to recuse himself of any and all such future appearances, which in and of themselves continue to corrupt the evidential integrity of the process. In other words, it's an anti-bribe.

Don't gimme no Flaco

Got 20 years to life on a bill said in God we trust.

Sprung at 12 to fears they'd locked

the living sense out of him. 

The rat finks were no match for

freedom turned out to be free.

Screeched 'God is great!' but

couldn't bring the house down.
Never forget. 

Present Progressive

Everlasting as is the invaluable need's sacrifice at the shrine of instant indulgence,

increasingly, immediacy, too's, forsaken for its own sake.

Suspended in Jaffee

R|egard this satire as subversion|.
I|nfer appreciation of inexplicit|.
P|repare to adjust along the fold|.

Is that the best tribute you could muster for a legendary centenarian?

No, it's the best for a mediocre nonagenarian amid inflation.

No, I had to dumb it down for you. 

A sedentary what?

Ode to Any Unhinged

I have held my tongue long enough. And in the matter of the sweeping conspiracy to manipulate us commoners into passivity, you have all remained silent for far far too long on this topic. Why won't our spray pump bottles work?

Lid Richer

Sure, allergies in springtime are common enough, but when Shakes Beer foretold the seizures of the hives of March, how could he have known unless he was the Toothfairy himself?!

In an Easterly Way

If I told you, would you believe me, or would you think it's only oily hearsay again already? Gather round my feet, you boys. Watch them wiped of tears with long locks of harlot hair. See some will affect an air of disgust, secretly breathing it in as hot as the hair flows long.

 

Say you will eschew the raw loser script to seek instead a certain something from the prophesy of the prosperity of universal suffrage, which, as familiar to a time, indemnifies offspring of them in that way from the certainty of their certain fate, which way means with child destined to die. See the cross as symbolic of the conversion all bear when all is seen & said & done, so as the rabbis reviewed told tales before.

Catch 22

'F only in name, a year end from the rear end, two days in but still remarkably redundant, retrospectively unremarkable, less a history, less an homage, more an outlook or attitude toward two naught double two.

 

Gonna be the change and make my resolution, change subject to change at the whiff of a whim, what with personal precedent established way back when I could claim Catholic qualification by default of a sacrament yet to be forsaken. The precedent was a retroactive compromise around what I had given up for Lent, having originally gone with candy bars as my tribute to the temptation of a messiah meditating and marching through the desert toward his arranged execution. By Easter, the one they call Snickers had remained uneaten for the feast of the fast of forty days. So Snickers it was, Snickers it is, and Snickers it will forever be. At least it was that year.

Counteracting Corners

Hush, now, history, don't you cry, 

Mama schon laundered the lobby dry.

Since the coo has fled from angst,

Facts place the mat at a door in Minsk.

If our deal should turn green red,

Bills gonna land in Olaf's bed.

If in that bed's the blackest boy,

Lasch'll drown you in tears of joy.

Posts all around the traffic quilt,

Credit's just another name for guilt.

Good evening. Is me. Vlad. The Imp. Aler. Not to worry. I am not here for mounting backside of freedom firmly onto tail end of summit. I am only here for talking about news.

 

Sure, you are not getting your news from some Poo Tin Dick Tater. Hey! My guys are telling me to say this! Is joke on me? My guys are the crazy pranksters!

So summit is over. What was Biden said? Moment. Let me find quote directly of Joe Biden, so is not being read in funny Putinglish. Bidenglish is better. Okay, here he goes: "How would it be if the United States were viewed by the rest of the world as interfering with the elections directly of other countries, and everybody knew it?"

Here is pause for laugh track.

Mme Rushmore

150

I dunno, wrong?

He made this tiny little remark I immediately read as an inside joke I was not on the inside of, with the performative tone and manner of a character so embarrassing I had to try and hide having witnessed it, too late. He noticed I'd noticed, just a blink after I noticed that he'd caught himself having forgot I was sitting right next to him, froze mid-pose, and tried to disappear this, to me, new character in hopes of erasing what he'd just done while deliberating whether to look over to see if I'd noticed, and then looking over.

 

These shifting sequences of cognition, corresponding actions and reactions, can play out in such little time, as anyone's experienced. There's a method within film language developed to depict the intricacy, with quick cuts and close-ups. Unless locked in to interpersonal moments of heightened awareness, it usually goes unnoticed. Triggered by that which is unexpected, self-consciousness can be devastatingly punitive emotionally.

 

It'd be tempting to think that our conversations, being improvised, can be nothing if not full of surprises but, no, we are forever riffing on a script whose continual development had nevertheless been written long ago. If you can think it, it's been thought, said, and even searched for, virtually, so as to see if anyone's already come up with it. The few surprises that crop up can trigger involuntary laughter, or mortification.

 

Naturally, it would seem, there are some of us with less self-confidence, the result of which, or, indeed, which is the result of an apparent malady of hyperawareness. I'm not the first to note the fitness of mastering that potential trap through a discipline of focussed anti-focus. The cancer is the key to its own cure. The curious should be careful not to observe what's evident in others as evidence to the contrary. An avatar in all its lotus posing grace hides an inherently hostile human. See for yourself, but within yourself. Beyond this is another puzzle.

 

In the virtual world, we're only now beginning to understand after a generation of developing the very understanding that the person you got the email from might not be the person you'd come to identify with the address. Well, most everybody's known this for quite some time, but largely dependent on the age of one's generation, has one been programmed with the necessary tools of understanding. This too is losing relevance. Access to educational facilities that encourage digital and computer literacy is a generation older than that of the internet. Nevertheless, the kind of literacy that goes into the battle for your digital soul is anything but a required course of study. Far be it from me to say it should be.

 

If you're like me, you're aware that if you get an email from one of your friend's yahoo addresses, it's always the same quality spam, but you have no idea what goes into its creation and how often people really click on the link to make it all worthwhile. Likewise, the occasional message that contains certain earmarks, or the lack thereof, are not foreign to your digital correspondence. The relationships we maintain with other people develop in-group shibboleths, and often each within each have their own passwords. As such, the absence of as little as a morpheme in electronic communication might give the game away.

 

Up until very recently I had never considered how a person I'd come to know in the real world might evolve a distinct digital personality just indistinguishable  enough to pass, but quirky enough to make me wonder if I'd walked into an existence-sized inside joke without any setups or punchlines.

 

The difference between the scenario all those years ago, several years into our friendship but after that brief time away at boarding school where his character of the inside joke had been fostered, and the situation that began to describe itself via my inbox just the other day is a difference I know must be there, but one I'm not sure has any identifiable traits. You might say that I'm attempting a false ascription to a relationship simply grown apart with time, as was the case back then, which is fair. That's likely to happen anyway. But the quality is something that suddenly struck me. I can't un-recognize it.

 

It's a more general dulling of the angles that shape one's personality that are normally developed with the inclusion of the acuteness of the senses all at once. You know, in the narrowing world we call meatspace. It's the same thing I bitch about regarding online instruction: the subtle delay of the person behind the eyes, the removal of the body language, the disconnect of certain sensory perception and the same's fragmentation in the perception of those of others.

 

And then I remembered the inside joke. He was home for spring break with a friend from school. Everything in his room was the same as before he'd left, stuff I'd become familiar with alongside how each supplemented his identity, most of which I identified with more directly than others. A poster. A set of books. A puzzle. The bicycle had been brought inside, affecting a summary of our adventures going back to kindergarten.

 

All that's not quite what I was thinking then, but that feeling must have been in the room, naturally more familiar to me than to his boarding school chum there for the first time. Maybe he'd felt a similar awkwardness regarding our mutual friend's mode of interior decoration, which'd catalogued so much of my experience, that I had hearing his choice of voice out of nowhere.

 

It's a strange dynamic, getting acquainted with an old friend's new friend. The hard-earned smoothed over social hierarchy largely unconscious to human relationships is again askew. The energy is raw. A good joke breaks the ice. An embarrassing gesture ratchets up the tension. A combo of the two?

I got the joke. It was funny. But the way it was delivered presented to me for the first time an opportunity to judge what went some way toward defining his new friendship, with all the complex details of the aforementioned dynamic arriving in one choking instant.

We began mercifully enough, as it turned out we had all loved The Illuminatus! Trilogy. At some point this guy began to expound on the idea that, as absurd as the belief in literal eon-spanning Illumiati overlords may be, it could be that the actions of the world's most powerful, maybe even unwittingly to them, are motivated by the same future, into which we are all evolving one way or the other. I think he punctuated this as a sort of cart before the horse trajectory of history.

 

Regarding what followed, I can't tell you why it was embarrassing. You not only had to be there, you probably had to be me. Anyway, it was at that point my old pal took on this super definite posture and delivered in the most awkward way imaginable, "Isn't it somehow all too convenient that you lack proof for your theory?"

A Full Empty Floor, Space, & Story between Us

It's not a reference to Hitchcock, though downright plot cockian with a hitch, and has nothing to do with getting someone to stick their head in the oven, though it wouldn't rule that out as a possible desired result, and it doesn't mean blowing out a pilot light so that the victim dies of carbon monoxide inhalation, though it would with an ancillary "I can assure you that I don't smell anything" — by which the goal 'd be glee at stories of their desperate uncertainty the last time they were seen alive.

 

Intent is the key. Intentionally dropping a shoe at 1 a.m., for example, and then later in the day, while bringing down the garbage, insisting that you too'd heard it, it's clearly something in the attic, I'm not toying with anybody, and don't call me Shirley. Can I get you anything from the store while I'm there? I wouldn't ask if I weren't going anyway. I know that a simple little thing like having to "mask up" can alter whether or not we feel like it's worth making the trip for just one thing.

 

I've been told I'm a ghost. It came by way my roommate's recognition that a series of sounds belching from the entryway and through her bedroom door could not have been from me. An expected guest with a key had arrived in the middle of the night and there was hardly a move made by this creature that wouldn't have seemed (to me) like anything but demonstrative noise making: DOOR, STEP STEP SHUFFLE STEP, DOOR, SHUFFLE SHUFFLE, KEYS JINGLE, KEYS DROP, OTHER OBJECT SLAM, SHUFFLE SHUFFLE SHUFFLE STEP, SLIDE, SHOE DROP, SHOE DROP (no dramatic tension there)...

 

My dear sister appreciates the opposite of this behavior. So I'm a ghost, apparently, who appreciates in an "I know, right, wtf!" kind of way her rhetorical "Why can't you just put the plate down without slamming it?!" Seriously. Some people are oblivious. Some are aggressive. Some are both. And some just exude passive-aggression with every breath. Their essence is not just inconsiderate but downright hostile. Could it be attributed to troll-like behavior that seeks out angst wherever it trolls?

 

Most of us, I think, go forth unwittingly in life, barely paying attention to details that stub our toes, dammit to fucking hell. Gurdjieff talked of multiple levels of being asleep such that waking up would require a significant portion of a lifetime, even then in a mode of dedicated attendance that cannot be understood with just those two words.

 

The hateful troll just wants to be loved, probably, and is akin to a bullying monster with a wingspan the width of the school hallway gathering everyone in its path on the way to the principal's office where it will show how unafraid it is. The smaller the audience the less necessary the demonstration.

 

But what of the small peeper who wouldn't troll a bug? No, not me, would were that so. Not that I'm not a small peeper. Sure I am, sort of. But I have my breaking point, where it's like that certain someone who snapped, but is justified by those who recognize that it just had to have been brought on by the extremity of the other actor. Absent the attendant jury who know my ghost? Could be a problem.

 

Where I come from this would be the fifth floor. The one beneath my shoes has been unoccupied since the nice young woman who came up to offer me all the wood bricks from her cellar space when she was moving out, with the polite request for advice on how best to empty it out, so that she not have her deposit appropriated by her lettor, and the suggestion that there were enough wood bricks to share with the whole building.

 

In other words, she found herself in need, but in assessing that need realized she had something to offer that others could use. Was she being considerate of others? I guess not directly, but she was friendly. Only had she known that I'd feel guilty for not helping her should one consider her to have been using me. She was pretty. So there's that. But I don't think her beauty should count against her, and anyway her aspect had the sex-neutral strength of an otherwise entirely self-sufficient person who could use a hand. If you imagined her a  manipulative hottie, you're projecting. Or I'm gaslighting you. Or both.

 

I had my doubts that her idea of just leaving her cellar space open for the weekend with a neighborly note to take what you will would be enough to clear it out by her Monday noon key return deadline. So I just as sort-of selfishly took everything I could, which involved schlepping the bundles up the stairs of one basement of spaces and back down into my own space below the other wing. I left an ample, but less ample, amount of bundles in rows outside the doors of both places along with "help yourself" hints all along the way.

 

All of this to say that the flat below me has been unoccupied since. Since I'd already said that, I don't guess it's relevant except for as an examination of the human potential for interaction so complex that you can't know where someone's coming from, especially in real time, where the time to think rules out much that's not reactionary. I'll leave it to you to figure if your own whys and hows are any less mysterious. I don't think mine are, yet still would like to think so whenever it's comforting.

 

I am going to withhold from you even the slightest evaluation of the physical appearance of the next woman to have ascended to my story unannounced, for this time I'd like to avoid planting the insidious seed of prejudice. Sorry about before. I didn't mean it.

 

So ascend the stairs this other buzzer of my door did, and her tale was just as, if not more, involved, this time involving, ultimately, a concern about the sound that descends from up here, to down to where she would again return as soon as she'd finished with the purpose of her visit. Just to get it out of the way, she would say, it was through some investigation of her own that she'd determined the story above hers, which was the story below mine, to have been devoid of moveable beast for an adequate enough timespan to rule out her concern's being the result of someone in the flat above hers.

 

A number of things might occur to you at this point, few of which, I doubt, have not already occurred to me, even if not in real time at the time of the event of this telling. I can't tell you now how many of these occurrences of mind occurred then versus subsequently. Nor can I tell you how much of their detail was detailed in the explanation of my neighbor's stopping up to recount what prompted them. I can assure you that the detail of the anecdotally decisive uninhabited apartment did bridge the cognitive gap separating us as we stood on opposite sides of the threshold of my doorway.

 

Media in the Media

There is but one way to ensure an unbiased interpretation of public policy positions pertaining to concerns, or less concern, about any range of social ethics and how these affect and are affected by private interests, from small business to industry and consumers thereof, and how efforts at expediency for the sake of each relates to the same for each other.

 

The debate has to be followed closely, but with any and all names and attributions removed at the outset. This presents its own problem — a possible, perhaps nearly certain inability to include the full breadth of pertinent interests — but a transparent lens clear of potential confirmation bias can come only by way of an invisible background of source voices. Trust in the prudence of your own prejudice of the medium of the message is impossible.

Submitted for your concern, or pertaining to none of them, a pro-contra debate about a draft supply chain law in Germany, said to be stalled by its civil liability clause. I have read the relevant debate in an article in this morning's paper and present my translation here with the names and backgrounds of the participants blurred:

After it became clear that a voluntary regulation would not achieve much, the XXX and XXY agreed to pass a supply chain law. But implementation has been delayed for almost a year now. While the German Bullshit Minister Evil Human (XXX) and his counterpart in the Ministry of Making Shit Up, Also Evil (XXY), agree on the main features, the Ministry of Fuck You under Killer McGrifter (XYX) is stalling. While several companies, including Virtue and Branding, are calling for a supply chain law, the associations for the establishment that they are not responsible for anything they benefit from are primarily resisting the planned civil liability clause, which stipulates that workers who are injured along the supply chain will in future be able to take legal action against the company in question in Germany. Without this clause, the law is ineffective, say people who know better. Not reasonable for the companies, complain representatives of the cold avarice. High time to let both sides have their say: In a double interview, This One Person, Mx. Fuck Them and representative of These Other People, Mx. Fuck You talk about global responsibility, future technology in the fight against child labor, and corporate fear.

Mx. Them, what is the Supply Chain Act supposed to do?

Fuck Them: The law is intended to make companies liable if human rights violations or environmental damage occur along their supply chain in the countries where they have production facilities. So it's simply a matter of making sure that companies take their responsibility seriously globally as well.


And that is a problem from your point of view, Mx. You?

Fuck You: As far as the goal is concerned, we are all in agreement. Adhering to human rights and commitment to sustainability are not only important for our companies, they are a matter of course. German companies are sought-after employers abroad and contribute to higher standards through know-how transfer and training, especially in human resources development. From the point of view of business, the question of how far-reaching the responsibility for companies should be is critical. The conditions still need to be adjusted here. It must be clear that a company cannot be held liable for its entire supply chain; after all, it is only in a direct contractual relationship - a relationship entered into voluntarily by both sides without one side having any authority over the other - with its direct supplier.

Fuck Them: But the so-called duty of care is not about companies having to be able to trace the entire supply chain or being held liable for it. It is always about appropriateness. As an entrepreneur, you should be able to prove that you have made an effort to ensure that human rights violations or environmental pollution do not occur within your own supply chains. That will be adapted to the context. As it stands now, companies that don't care about what happens in their own supply chains are rewarded. But the companies that do make an effort and, in some cases, trace their supply chains down to the last detail, are at a competitive disadvantage. This creates the wrong incentives.

Fuck You: With the competition, you are addressing an important issue. Companies need a global standard, because the German economy operates globally and the supply chain networks are global. A national law, only of one state, cannot apply to other states and would already lead to a distortion of competition in a single European market. It is crucial how this connection of due diligence and potential liability should look like. You mentioned adequacy - this is a term that currently leaves companies with legal uncertainty. Because in the end it is a matter of interpretation.

Fuck Them: Only if civil liability is included in the law will people be able to sue for damages. We have seen in many accidents that have happened along supply chains in recent years that often nothing happens. There are people who have lost an arm or a leg and have been waiting all their lives for some kind of compensation and currently have little opportunity to sue those who are directly or indirectly responsible. Incidentally, even with civil liability, the hurdle that must be cleared to bring a lawsuit is incredibly high. This is because the accident should have been foreseeable and preventable. There is really no need to fear a "wave of lawsuits," as they always say.

Fuck You: The XXX believes that the German government should instead take a very close look at which industry initiatives are having what effect and then expand them in a targeted manner. This must also be done through international agreements and development cooperation. Otherwise, there is a danger of building a law that causes high costs and bureaucracy, but in the end has little effect. That would be a knockout criterion for medium-sized companies in particular, which would then withdraw from the regions in question, which would in doubt worsen the situation on the ground.

Fuck Them: I am sure that companies will never withdraw from some areas. Simply because there is no alternative. This is particularly true of so-called conflict minerals, which are also needed for many future technologies, for example cobalt: This is extracted under precarious conditions - child labor in particular is a major problem.


Many companies, such as Viture, Signal and As If, are now in favor of the law - and are confident that they will be able to comply with it, while others are reluctant to do so. So how difficult is it to track the supply chain?

Fuck Them: There are now so many modern technologies that can efficiently track extremely complex supply chains - blockchain, facial recognition, GPS tracking and so on. In this way, some companies are already succeeding in precisely tracking the path that cobalt, for example, takes from the mine to the battery. And that often even saves costs: because if companies know their supply chain so precisely, they can optimize their delivery routes. In the automotive industry, by the way, it is common practice to be able to trace where the individual parts come from: This is so that, in the event of an accident, you know whether it was the vehicle that caused it and whether the company can be held liable. And that's not supposed to work for human rights?

Fuck You: It's true that a lot has happened, especially with large companies, in terms of tracking. In most cases, however, blockchain-based tracking is still a pilot project. In terms of data, it also makes a difference whether the goal is to track product quality or to protect human rights from violations. In the case of cobalt from the Congo, too, tracking has so far only worked for individual certified mines. In addition, the large companies invest a lot of money in this type of tracking, have teams on site and train the suppliers in the country itself. For medium-sized and small companies, this is much more difficult. The normal medium-sized company is not even on site, it buys from the wholesaler.

But if the XXX purchases from the wholesaler - wouldn't the responsibility then lie with the latter according to the Supply Chain Act?

Fuck You: That is precisely the central question. So far, there is only a key point paper from last spring. With regard to civil liability, this has not been clearly formulated. As things stand, it can be assumed that companies could be held liable for the actions of third parties with whom they have no contractual relationship. In your example, that would be the wholesaler's suppliers, but the purchasing SME has no influence over them.


Fuck Them: But according to the principle of due diligence, it is precisely not the case that the supplier of the supplier's supplier is held liable. If I'm an electrician laying cables that I buy in the wholesale market, I have no liability risk. However, if I'm a wholesaler and I don't care where that material comes from and I don't care, then that's an avoidable breach of duty of care.


Doesn't the Supply Chain Act also have advantages for industry because it excludes imports from certain countries with poor human rights records?

Fuck You: That depends on whether such a law targets only European companies or also non-European companies doing business in the EU. On the subject of protectionism, the industry has a clear stance: we are committed to free trade and market openness. The experience of the Corona crisis in particular has led to calls in Germany for value creation to be shifted more strongly back to Germany and Europe. The consequences of protectionist isolation would be dramatic for an exporting nation. Germany in particular benefits more than almost any other economy from globalization and the international division of labor. In order to achieve better results in the area of human rights, pressure must be exerted on the national governments of the countries concerned.


Fuck Them: It's a chicken-and-egg problem: Will Kill For Money is asked to raise protection standards, and when that happens, companies migrate to We Kill Too. An effective supply chain law would be a solution to that.

Fuck You: It is too easy to think that a supply chain law in Germany will change the situation in the countries of the global South. The reality is more complex. As an example, the poop manufacturer Split Your Shorts has bought land in Land With What They Want and sources sustainable poop crops directly from there - that's great, of course, but not all companies can gain access to their own raw materials, especially since this does not allow other companies to participate. These limits have to be recognized. Companies should get together and are already doing so in industry and multi stakeholder initiatives, but the idea that a single company can dictate the entire value chain is wrong.


Fuck Them: If you say companies should band together, then there is nothing better than a supply chain law. Because only then will companies have any interest at all in joining together and then running a poop plantation together.


How great is your expectation that something will still happen in this legislative period? Because after the election, this won't necessarily be at the top of the agenda.

Fuck Them: I suspect that new key points will come at the beginning of February, which will then be discussed. I am cautiously optimistic. I'm glad that Lousy Douche didn't become XXX chairman; I had the impression that he was less open. The XXX also knows that the negotiating partner in the next legislature will be the Xes. The Xes have pushed very hard for a supply chain law. So I suspect that the XXX is not playing for time.

 

Fuck You: In the coalition agreement, the XXX and XXX agreed to implement a law to this effect. But the main points of contention remain whether there will be civil liability for companies, at what size companies should be included, and how deeply the supply chain must be tracked.


The interview was conducted by This That and The Other.

 

 

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