Dear fellow human beings at the other side of the dutch borders,
I hope not that I take to much of your time but there are some sings that must me of the heart and I like to use my website to say it.
So there we go then.
What I would like to say has got everysing to do with the elections of last week for the new European Parliament. I don’t really know how they went in your own country but with us here in Nederland there was one dude who came out of the nossing and won extreme much votes. In principal that is not a problem of course, but I must say to that that this person has very much crazy ideas about people with an other colour or an other religion and he is screaming very hard in the hope that every people in Nederland will sink the same sings as him. And now it looks there thus on that he has great succes in doing so.
To say it honestly: I make myself big sorrows about that, because it seems that the actions and ideas of this politician are walking completely out of the hand.
Yes I mean it really, sometimes when I ly in my bed and I can’t sleep I sink about this all and then I can as well completely forget to fall asleep for the rest of the night, because it makes me so sad.
I hope not that you understand me wrong: it is not that I simply don’t like that an other people has an other meaning than I, but this people (he is called Geert Wilders by the way, remember that name) has really very unkind ideas about people that he does not know or ever talked to. And that makes me shitsick, to say the truth.
I mean: how crazy must you be to be angry at people that you even not know?!
But that still is not what me worries the most. What gives me an awkward feeling is that I wonder where all the people come from that have the same ideas as Wilders, and who are even so angry at foreign people as he. Do these angry people live in my street? Are they doing their shops in the same supermarket as I do? Do they work at my job? Are some of them my friends?
I simply don’t know. And that gives me an unpleasant feeling.
Do you know wat I sink? I sink all the talk of Geert Wilders come out fear. And in a way, I can even understand how that works, with mister Wilders. I had the same sort of sing, namely, when I was a small child. Yes, when I was small and I was playing outside the house and there suddenly appeared boys from an other street that I did not know, and who did sings that I did not understand, then I quickly ran home and hide myself in my room, to read. Even when it was very hot and sunny outside. After some time my sweet mother came to me to ask why I was not playing outside because the weather was just so sunny!
Then I told her about the other boys and that I thought they are stupid and dangerous because I did not know them and they did sings that I did not understand.
In that kind of moments my mother showed that she was a very wise woman because she did not laugh at me because of my fear but instead of that she said: I understand what you say, Oscartje, but still I sink it is a better idea to go outside and go to that boys and say: ‘ Hello, my name is Oscartje, and I would really like to play with you. Tell me about the street in wich your house stands, for I do not know where that is, and say to me why you do the sings that I do not understand.’
Now, give to me your book, my boy, and go outside. And play!’
Until the day of today I’m happy that my mother was so wise and that I always listended to her because until today some of those ‘scary’ boys are still my best friend.
It is a sad sing, when you sink of it, that the mother of Geert Wilders was not so wise, or (if she was) that her son did not listen to her. Because now we are sitting with the baked pears.
Now, to make a long story short: the only sing I would like to say to you, dear fellow human being at the other side of the dutch borders, is that you must not sink that every people in Nederland has lost his mind and sink the same way as Geert Wilders. There are still a few of us with who you can talk reasonably, and who are people that believe that we can make this world a better place, despite all the differences between all the persons on mother earth. Together.
I like to emphasize this because I know that among you there lives a strange idea about us, as if we are all living in windmills, growing tullips, eating nothing but cheese and walk around in orange cloths all the time. Unfortunately, all of this is true, but that doesn’t mean we have not any kind of compassion in our donder.
So have a little patience with us. I hope that over four years when there are new elections the name of Geert Wilders will completely be forgotten. I swear to you that me and all of my friends will do our very best to make that happen. In the mean time: I advice you to not allow Wilders to come into your country to show that stupid movie of his because the man is nossing but trouble what the clock beats.
With friendly greets,
P.S. Now that you have read so far I would like to be so unmodest as to ask some of your attention for the splendid pieces that I wrote here on this website in the last few years. It is worth the trouble. As you can see I didn’t write very much in the last months and I know a lot of people didn’t take this of me in thank.
One friend even said to me, he said: ‘Oscar, believe me I don’t mean it bad, but to tell the truth I sink you don’t make enough time to write for Nozzel because you look to much to the television, and also I sink you look to much to porno on the internet.’
Well, I really could not believe my ears when I heard this!
‘Is this man completely pulled from the toilet or somesing?’ , I asked myself.
I mean: ‘How in peacename can he sink that I watch to much television?’
How then also: I sink seriously about putting a point behind this friendship, because when someone sinks such mean sings about me I can not let it go over my side. You may not be John Lennon, best reader, but still I sink you can Imagine that!
All that aside: I really believe you will be amazed about the breathtaking beauty I put to the paper so far.
It may sound strange to you that I say this but sometimes I read back the sings I wrote here and then I pull all my curly hair out of my skull over the fact that untill this bloody day nobody ever came to the thought that I deserved a big literature prize for my complete ‘oeuvre’ years ago.
But let I not clap myself on the chest to much: judge it yourself.
I sink it goes a bit to far to translate all of my text in Englisch but if you are really interested in the sings I had to say in the last years, then you can always learn the dutch language, of course. That surely is not so difficult as you perhaps sink. No really: for intelligent people like youself that must be a cold little art. And you would do me a great favour by it, because between me and you: my dutch audience sometimes don’t seem to understand a faggot about the subtle sings I try to say.
Again, with kind regards,