The Queen (moved)

Ahh, how nice. I got home today and discovered I had received a letter from the queen. What? The queen? Well, it turned out all the 18 year old Dutchies, including me, have received this letter. All of us are allowed to vote next time, and they want us to actually go there and use our vote. We even got this book with it filled with Dutch propaganda about all the good stuff going on here and how the kingdom of the Netherlands actually looks like. I mean, it looked like a motivation for a holiday here. Well, I’ll tell you, don’t come over! It sucks being Dutch. I’m not proud of my country. Not anymore. After what the Hague’s Balkenende has made of our little ol’ country I totally lost my trust in the national authority. Sure, I’m going to vote. No problem. I’m going to vote for the socialist party. I want get rid of the thieves that run our nation today. The queen is one of them. She just earns millions of euros while others just barely can feed their kids or grandma. I mean, with all the new regulations the poor get poorer and the rich get richer. It just isn’t fair. I think we should just get rid of the queen and become a free democratic country with a chosen president. Just like in Germany. They kicked out their royal assholes a long time ago. We should do the same. Just look at the poor bastards. The queen is ugly ass hell. She speaks in a language most of us only know from our tax forms. She dresses in a way we normally would laugh at, but hey, it’s the queen. Ok, she might be gone in a fifteen odd years. Who takes over? Right! Our beloved prince Willem. Prince Willem with is fat puffy face. Prins Willem with his gay navy suit. Prins Willem with his ugly blonde import whore. Prins Willem with his little fat daughters. Dude, this guy is so dumb he was told by his freshly wed wife he was “a little bit dumb”. Hello, if even your wife declares you “a little bit dumb” at a press conference and she’s blonde, it’s not just bad. It’s really bad. It can’t be worse. He did graduate though. I don’t know if he actually did anything to get it, next to looking stupid off course. He’s a water technical engineer now. Whow, I wouldn’t even allow him to build a dyke in the Sahara. I’m afraid all the camels will drown when he does.
What kind of image will there be left of out beloved country? Harry Potter as prime minister and a dumb navy sailor who likes to play with water as king with a blonde import whore at his side.
Do you know what the sick thing is? I’m not even allowed to write all of this. There’s a law in our country saying I shouldn’t call the crown princess a whore. Well, this is how I think about it. I know “the government” actually reads this stuff, so I will get into trouble. So? Come on! I’ve seen the server logs. Why? Because they are afraid! They know people like me can change the national way of doing things. It’s a hazard for national security in their eyes. How do you mean, a free country? They make laws to make it impossible to say what you want about what you want. That’s wrong. It’s in our constitution for your mother’s sake! I am allowed to say what I want. It’s fundamentally wrong to say “you are free to do so except when you….”. That’s no freedom!

Oh, Jan Peter, if you happen to read this: The people from our royal family are angels compared to you.

Make my day (moved)

It sure has been a while since my last entry. You know, school and personal things get annoying sometimes. Oh well, I’m able to write right now. So shut up and read on.
I’m a bit sick. So what’s the news? It’s getting worse. Since I’m using public transport to Eindhoven and back every day these illusions are haunting my mind. It starts when I get inside the bus. I take a seat, put my music back on and start enjoying the scenery. No problem. But after a minute or two I see dead people everywhere. I can’t actually see them, but i’m seeing imaginary massacres. I don’t know why I like to see torn limbs and shattered heads, but it seems to be so real. Every day. You would expect me getting scared as hell. In the contrary. I’m feeling quite comfortable in company of the dead. If that would be only thing I could cope with it. Next to actually seeing dead people I start to fantasize how the person in front of me would look like on a stick decomposing for three weeks. I think it might scare people in the way I look at them. I really don’t know. Some of you would call me insane or just nuts. I don’t think so. Now I see, now I know the mortality of mankind. I know as no other how it must feel like to die. I’ve seen and felt it so many times now. I’m not scared anymore. I do not fear death anymore. It does have it’s disadvantages though. I found myself walking through a red traffic light while the traffic was driving by. I didn’t get hit. Somehow I knew. This is what scares me. How can I know in advance if I will get hit or not? Or is it just a mental defect I should ignore? Is it instinct? All these facts plus one made me think something’s wrong. The last fact was a little household accident. I cut my finger. It didn’t hurt. I sucked the blood away from the wound and actually liked the taste of my own blood. Now i’m wondering if somebody else’s blood would taste the same.
Now I’m reading this it really sounds crazy and mad up, but it’s the truth I tell you. I can’t help it.