Nailed to the cross

Yeah, that would cause some commotion, as Art Conrad in Connecticut just found out. "Santa died for your MasterCard." And ever so right he is. In Holland (where I was born and thank heavens do not have to live any longer) Santa sales broke all limits again. A staggering 700 million Euro´s will be spent on buying gifts and stuffing faces with the fruits of decadence. And of course, the Christian soul can shut his eyes for the hunger and misery in the world for two day´s. They will donate another 2pence for the dying and the starving while farting and belching away their meals. "Santa has been perverted from who he started out to be," Conrad said. "Now he's the person being used by corporations to get us to buy more stuff." And that is also true of course. But then, what can you expect? We are celebrating the birth of a man that encouraged greed;

Luke 19

26"He replied, 'I tell you that to everyone who has, more will be given, but as for the one who has nothing, even what he has will be taken away."

And doesn´t that prophecy reflect the essence of today´s Christmas celebration?
Ah here we may be a little confused, for JC is known to be gentle loving and caring man. Well I hate to disappoint you again. Only one sentence further, he reveals his true nature;

Luke 19

27"But those enemies of mine who did not want me to be king over them—bring them here and kill them in front of me."

Yes, that is clear then. JC is nothing but a self proclaimed dictator and a cold blooded killer as well. And the killing goes on, but in a more profound way, with Christmas being the pinnacle. Santa, the lord JC and MasterCard, all joining in to redirect the flow of money back in the mouths of the greedy, by which millions of others in the world miss out and die. (Luke 19; 26; 27) Merry Christmas everyone, but don´t mind if I let this one pass. It makes me sick

Trots op Nederland

Natuurlijk ben ik onmiddelijk gaan shoppen op de website van Neerlands schandaal in de politiek.
Fantastische slogans als ´Je werkt tenslotte om te leven en niet om belasting te betalen´ op de site.
Altijd lachen natuurlijk als dit soort figuren zich gaan profileren.
Maar wat zag ik daar? Een nieuwsbrief? Te gek zeg, die mot ik hebben. Dus ik een abbo genomen.
Iedere dag kijken, of er al wat komt. Ja, het is niet makkelijk, om te zien waar Rubberen Rita ons landje heen leidt. Je kan wel roepen ´de afgrond in´, maar dat is goedkoop.
Eerst zien welke concrete plannen zij voorstaat. Na lang......lang.......heeeeeeel erg lang wachten, duikt ineens de nieuwsbrief op. Het begon goed met de terechte en welgemeende excuses.

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Allereerst wil ik mijn welgemeende excuses aanbieden voor het feit dat het zo lang heeft geduurd voordat ik weer wat van me heb laten horen. Sinds Mark Rutte mij in september uit de VVD fractie heeft gezet, stond ik er opeens helemaal alleen voor. Na de breuk ben ik met een klein groepje mensen dag en nacht aan de slag geweest om mijn éénvrouwsfractie op te zetten en mijn nieuwe politieke beweging ‘Trots op Nederland’ op te richten. We hebben een aantal zaken gelukkig nu een beetje op de rit, dus eindelijk tijd om weer eens een nieuwsbrief te verzorgen. Ik ben van plan om vanaf nu ongeveer één keer in de twee weken een nieuwsbrief te versturen om u op de hoogte te houden van de laatste ontwikkelingen.

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Dat was precies een maand geleden, op 21 november 2007. Sindsdien, stilte. Ook in de rest van de nieuwbrief HELEMAAL NIETS te zien van de politieke koers die madam in wil slaan.
Toch geniet onze Rita een mateloze populariteit. Bij vele bezoekers van GeenStijl o.a kan zij niet kapot.
Hoe dat nou kan? Tsja, waarschijnlijk heeft het te maken met het feit dat mensen zich willen identificeren met hun leider. En daar is Rita natuurlijk uitermate geschikt voor. Er zit niks in, er komt niks uit. Net als het electoraat en zij die zichzelf intussen hebben uitgeroepen tot ´Rita-adept´
Nee TON is goed gekozen, al is het maar vanwege de associate die het oproept met het aloude en oerhollandse spreekwoord; ´Holle vaten klinken het hardst´
Voor een ieder die Rita op handen draagt, kan ik slechts zeggen; ´kijk uit met wie je in zee gaat, want de Judaskus is snel gegeven, zoals AHA kan bevestigen.

http://www.ritaverdonk.net/

Update; Geheel in lijn het gedachtegoed van TON is er (inmiddels 6 weken na veschijnen van de eerste en enige nieuwsbrief) helemaal niets te melden. Geen nieuwsbrief en vooral geen inbreng van Rubberen Rita in de tweede kamer.
Ah, er is wel een nieuwe website. Nou die zullen we dan eens op NIEUWE info gaan uitspitten

http://www.trots-nederland.nl/

Deceptie voor de Geenstijl reaguurders

De xenofobe Geenstijl reaguurders waren meer dan eens enthousiast over het Zwitserse voorbeeld van buitenlanderhaat. Hoe zat dat nou eigenlijk met die poster en het beleid van die Zwitsers? Hoe ging dat nou eigenlijk met dat ´buitenflikkeren´ van negers en moslims? Nou, in een notendop, ongeveer zo;

De Zwitserse rechtse partij SVP heeft internationaal voor opschudding gezorgd, door een campagne-poster te gebruiken waarin opgeroepen wordt Christoph Blocher de ruimte te geven om zekerheid te scheppen. Op de poster staan een drie-tal witte schapen. Een zwart schaap wordt buiten getrapt.

In totaal 29% van de uitgebrachte stemmen gingen naar de SVP deze zomer en daarmee bekende de Zwitsers kleur. Tijdens campagne activiteiten, zoals de ´Mars op Bern´ (een titel die voor zich spreekt), waren de anti-fascisten ook goed vertegenwoordigd.

De boeren en de alpenbewoners kwamen vanuit de bergen naar beneden, herrie trappend met de koebellen die bij de Alpabzug gebruikt worden, om hun xenofobie nog maar eens duidelijk te maken.

Nog voor zij ter plekke waren, braken de anti-fascisten de halve stad af.

Wat een leuk feestje had moeten worden, voor de SVP en de negerhaters, ging de mist in (een mist uit traangas).

Hoe dan ook, de SVP 29% van de stemmen kreeg. Echter de CVP en de linkse partijen hebben een plan ten uitvoer gebracht om Christopher Blocher buiten te sluiten. Daarmee is de SVP op succesvolle wijze buiten de Bundesrat gehouden. De SVP is natuurlijk zuur, omdat zij hun verkiezingszege niet ten gelde maken konden. Maar 61% van de stemmers ziet ze liever gaan dan komen.

Sinds 13 december jl. is de poster dan ook aangepast en is voor menig buitenlander het gevoel om welkom te zijn weer een beetje teruggekomen.

Climbing Furka barefoot (the cleansing)

So I had this cold as of last Friday. I hate it, it is good for nothing and obstructs you from doing anything decent. I makes you feel like dying.
Saturday came and I went to Zürich. I had a fever as well. It was hot, so I stopped every 5 minutes and had a beer. Went home early, drunk.......sick. Sunday I get up early. I have a terrible fever and the weather promised 35 degrees C. I had two cups of coffee, trying to wake up and then, don`t know why, I thought of Furka. It was stronger than me. I took my keys and left.
It is about one and half hours drive to the Furkapass. To me, this is one of the most spectacular places in all of Switzerland. I drove to more or less the highest point, parked the car and couldn`t help but just feeling sick. I had a t-shirt, shorts, and flip flops. As I looked around I see all this well trained hickers with their backpacks, their mountain boots, supplies, Nordic Walking Sticks, telling each other never to wander off without proper preparation.
Well they should know and I was too sick to have a proper climb anyway. I threw my flip flops in the car and wandered of into the grassland with my camera. I hoped to find some nice flowers, maybe some insects. Take some pictures. Arriving in the field I had to lay down. I was dizzy, hadn`t eaten all day. There were the first little insects. Little butterflies, I never had been able to shoot a proper picture of those, they always fly away. But not this time. Even a fat fly wouldn`t move when sticking my camera in his face. I was like they felt sorry me, being all sick and the sweat dripping off my soaring body.
I looked around to the remote peaks, seeing the hickers fully packed struggling up there. I couldn`t resist. I started walking in that direction as well. Some hickers, coming down pointed at my bare feet and told me to back. It was dangerous they said. I don`t care, something is calling me. So I went on and on and around every curve of the narrow path the peaks became better visible. It was as though they called me, like they had something for me. At some point, the vegetation was limited to smallest of plants, some moss.......and then there was a pond. Very small. It was full of small aquatic vegetation and mosquito`s. I laid down, face downward and saw all the small air bubbles. Mosquito`s would land on my arm, they were even mating on my forearm. Now here was a small scale battle for life. But I had to move on. The hickers were not amused seeing me walking up there, with nothing. Not even a pair of shoes. Two of them even offered me to take me down. That`s it, I had enough. I just crossed a metal bridge and I wandered off the path and started a ascent to a high point, which appeared to be more than an hour away. Something happened, when changing from the hot sunburned stones and crossing the icy cold snow patches. I could feel a strange motion going through my body. It went hot and cold again and hot and cold again. The sweat was emerging like never before. I was soaked, my t-shirt was saturated. I could fell liquid shit leaving my ass and dripping into my shorts. I became harder to see clear. The mountains were moving, they were playing tricks on me. As I started climbing the high point, I could feel stones slipping away from under feet. Falling down. When I reached my point of aim, hardly knew my own name no more. There was nothing left in stomach and the sweating and hard wind had progressed the process of dehydration beyond acceptable limits.
I started taking pictures and while doing so, all of the sudden everything became clear in my head, The sweating stopped, the surroundings stopped moving.........the fever broke.
Man I was on top of the earth. Down there I noticed the hickers struggling with their equipment, pointing each other the loose stones, so they won`t trip over it. I sit down and take a picture from between my feet, of the boulders and the ice patches beneath. I stand up again, feeling as strong as an ox, smelling as strong as an ox as well. When descending, I jumped from boulder to boulder and back on the original track, overhauled several hickers. Poison had left my body and my flu was decreased to a mild cold again.
So for any of you, who come down with a severe fever, climb the mountains bare foot. The mountains won`t tell and the freezing wind will extract the poison. That is the ultimate cleansing effect.

Oh, nice pictures of the endeavor on http://www.zooomr.com/photos/traveller/

Graz

Last weekend I traveled to Graz. It took me almost 12 hours to get there. And why would I do that? On a Sunday and all. Well, I met my darling not too long ago and she told me her sister lives there and she hadn`t seen her for 4 years.
That is not acceptable, that is too long. So I drove her there. I knew it would make her happy, so what the heck, just do it. To my surprise, it was not just her sister, no there was a whole family.....friends........whatever. I was blessed a thousand times. A whole family in joy. That was worth going through the trouble.
She is still there and I miss her. Now she should come back, much better.