Tuesday, January 26, 2021

PISSY THUGS IN HOLLAND

According to news reports, the vast majority of rioters in the Netherlands were teenagers. As you may have figured out by now, I am not a teenager. Though Dutch is one of my two native languages. And after watching the videos, I am feeling like an old man, and sympathize with the commenter on the internet who said "kapot schieten die rel-jeugd".
Shoot the riotous young buggers.

One shopkeeper saw on television how the young people destroyed his shop. Which was one of several shops looted and destroyed.

You know, the youth in Holland has it good. There's a safety net that Americans can only dream of. Their healthcare and education are assured, like all first world countries, and the only things that they are missing out on are sporting events and getting drunk in public with their pals.
Poor sodding butterflies and snowflakes.

Unlike American Police Departments, the cops in the Netherlands are less likely to unleash the dogs, bash in heads, and shoot people at random or for idiotic reasons. They are trained to not reach the boiling point too fast.

That shopkeeper who saw his business wrecked was a Turk, who had worked hard and achieved the Dutch Dream. The teenagers were the frustrated middle class jugend.
Upset that they could not go to bars.

A bunch of spoiled-brat alcoholics.


The place where it got out of hand earliest was Eindhoven, in North Brabant province. Looting, fires, violence, and destroyed vehicles. Okay..... I am familiar with that city, I lived in that region for many years, and I like Brabanders. But seeing as what they were protesting against was an "uitgaans verbod" (curfew), and given that the overwhelming majority of the rioters there were teenagers, I feel like I do not know them, or would even want to. And I have absolutely no sympathy whatsoever. These weren't people fighting injustice or oppression. They weren't reflective of high ideals, a great cause, or a righteous struggle.


"Kapot schieten die rel-jeugd!"


Ze kunnen de kolere krijgen, die snuiters. En tussen haakjes, PSV sucks. Echt.
This morning's first walk with a smoke was excellent. Peaceful, quiet, no broken glass or drunken Dutch teenagers lying in the gutters, no looted shops, no burnt out cars. No evidence of any destruction whatsoever. Because this is San Francisco. We don't have misbehaving Dutch polder-thugs here, and other than the pre-pandemic tourists, we've seldom seen despicable Dutchmen or alcoholic juvenile delinquents.
Harly any mis-behaving Europeans.

Clean crisp air, sunlight, and a bowl filled with GLP Stonehenge Flake.



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