Gay bashing

Amsterdam used to be a tolerant city towards the gay scene, and even embraced it in all it's glory. But what were incidents are culminating into a gulf of gay molesting.
Yesterday it happened in front of my door. I tried to help, but the two youths (Moroccan and Turkish) were so aggressive, in no time one of them hooked me. When I got back on my feet again, the gay neighbour had been attaced with a bicycle chain lock. Blood all over.
So there we went to the hospital, he to be stitched, me to check if I hadn't broken anything. Luckily I didn't but this is how my face looks now.
Job Cohen, I don't want to drink tea with these people. These homophobic cowards deserve to be castrated because they don't deserve their balls. Stop the terror on me and my friends and neighbours.

Update: One of the guys has been caught, the one that hit me is still out there, but the police knows his name, where he lives and where he worked.
To the left: my face two hours after
Beneath that: my face after two days

At the farm

Last week me and farquaad took care of his parent's house and his younger brother.
Horizons all around, lots of weather: sun, rain and wind, a dog, a cat and two horses made it a real nice holiday setting. Friday afternoon the sun shone brilliantly after lots of rain. While I was drawing a little spec appeared on the fence. Then another one and when a swallow flew by to feed the young in the nests, these dots started to scream and yell.
They were young swallow chicks, already being able to fly but too lazy or unexperienced to go hunting for critters themselves. At the end of the day five little furry balls were seated neatly on the fence.
Takkie the dog (real name: Kojak) was hanging lazy in the sun while I was drawing, but later on we made a long walk of two hours. I had to carry her on the last few meters, poor little Takkie...