David Brent for President

As the unsurpassable prophet of modern times Molovich in his Dutch blog already commented: lately the Netherlands has been suffering from stress. Drop a suitcase in a crowd, and someone will yell: “a bomb, a bomb!” and panic arises. Put some problem children on the blocks of average sized commuter towns and a large part of the Netherlands will vote for one of the most ridiculous political parties in the world.

Oh, Holland, land of eternal farce.

In that light, it cannot be a surprise that for the past eight years we had Jan-Peter Balkenende for prime-minister. In those eight years, four of his governments have broken up before ending their term. That means that after failing one time, he was allowed to fail three more times. Try that when you´re head of any real company. Currently he still is candidate for his christian party for the general elections of the 9th of june. He might even become prime minister again and break up another government again. Probably, he´s a pawn in a sinister CIA conspiracy to destabilize the Dutch political system (that will teach them bloody liberals!).

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I’m the bleeding volcano

Up till a month ago, mentioning Iceland would make me think of two things only. First, about this avant-garde Artiste who is so eager to show she has conserved her inner child by acting, singing and looking like Baby Jane on speed, i.e., Bjeurk. Secondly, about an anecdote a French girl (who, curiously enough, looked a bit like Bjeurk) once told me about Iceland. She had lived there, and according to her, on friday and saturday night´s out, all the girls wear skirts and no knickers. This, according to her, is their way to pick up boys (in northern european countries, girls pick up boys and not the other way around) by, at the appropriate time, showing their private parts to the guy (or girl, possibly) of choice. Truth be told, none of the other people I have known that have visited Iceland has ever confirmed this odd example of Icelandic folklore.

But now, there are volcanoes.
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