LIKE A DUTCH UNCLE THIS MORNING

Ever since they banned indoor smoking in many places in Amsterdam, one of the joys of that city is that the café terraces are now open twelve months of the year, with windscreens, stout awnings, and space heaters at all four corners. You may enter and enjoy the entirely smoke-free interior by passing through a dense crowd of happy locals outside enjoying fresh air and cigars. Likely the only people inside are the people who work there and some tourists from California. Every else is outside. Reading. Talking. Drinking. Chatting. Caffeining it up to a fare-thee-well. Dark shag. Aromatic pipe tobacco. Cigars made from Besuki filler tobacco, Varinas for spice, and Sumatra wrapper leaves.

It is presently only three or four degrees colder over there than here. With far greater public sanity and general happiness. Oh, and they have health care, better education, and a much longer life-span, because they are a first world country. Top notch.

By comparison, the United States really is a shit hole.
Just thought you should know that.


What would really improve this place is far fewer Christians, greater literacy, no Texans or mental defectives from Idaho, Oklahoma, and Utah, plus better substance treatment programmes and religious cult deprogrammers for red staters.
Oh, and someone please shut that treasonous orange hosebag and his coconspirators and pandering obsequiant kiss-butts up. We really did not need half an hour of petulant whining from the oval office yesterday evening, or Mike Johnson sputtering indignantly that his own people hate his guts and no one wants to play with him. Yes, both of you are the children of the milkman, and your daddy never loved you. You neither, Don Jr. and J.D.

A café terrace with windscreens and space heaters, where a hypothetical Dutch American could sit and read the Eindhovens Dagblad or Gazet van Antwerpen while smoking and enjoying a hot beverage would be really ideal right now.
Perhaps an order of bitterballen.

You know, Don, your daddy really effing despises you. You're not half the man your sisters are. Damned coke fiend. Also, there is no discrimination against white men. Have you looked at the South? Proof positive that totally incompetent white men, all else being equal, still get the biggest slice of cake. The congressional delegation from that swamp proves it.
There is no other reason why Tommy Tuberville got elected.
The less said about Louis Gomert, the better.
Bunch of wankers.

Lindsey Graham? A pimp lackey.

Never should have let any of those heretics settle here. The place was fine with nothing but perfectly disagreeable Dutch Calvinists quarrelling among themselves, none of those blasted Baptists, Fundamentalists, Methodists, or snake worshipping idolatrous heathens speaking bad English trying to solve everything with the laying on of hands, damned prayer breakfasts, and weird Christian witchcraft. Should have burned everything from Charleston down to the Gulf of Mexico when we had the chance.

Complete exceptions, of course, for Morganton and Little River in South Carolina, as well as Saint Martin's Parrish, Louisiana. Some mighty fine pipe tobacco comes from there.
Yes, they still eat grits and crap, but nobody's perfect.
Currently puffing Chenet's Cake, by C&D.
Thank you, Jeremy. It's lovely.




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