But just give us a snack
Guys what a weekend to be away. Germany is leading lignite firing up because the green geeks don’t want clean nuclear power and have therefore closed the last power stations (lol @ ratio), almost became the Prime Minister of Japan gehiroshima’din India a former politician did become effective chilled and in France l’old Le Pen is about to the pipe to give to Marianne. Meanwhile, the Netherlands held a trans flag day and o wee the tolerance when you refused to raise the asymptomatic multicolor of the DSM-V high in the morale pole. About the caricature of a man in a wig who reads from a children’s book to protest against a political decision in a American state (it remained unsettled for a long time in Tennessee), we will not say anything because there is no polemic equal to it such powder wig parody.
Meanwhile, we gloomy children of Theo van Gogh were read to us at our retreat by Arie Pos, old friend and biographer of Gerrit Komrij, the poet who taught us what “polemic” means in the first place. He appreciated the unstylish style of name-calling, but the classic heaumeau was cut from significantly more swaying cane sugar than the post-polemical gender benders of the narcissistic bourgeoisie. All right, we have drunk ourselves courage and lines of poetry and, while you clock in here in the panels, draw fresh CO₂ trails over the deplorable Evening Land between Algarve and Amsterdam. At home just put all those old topics back on their rightful dd:mm:hh. And then tomorrow, healthy again for another twenty years full of cheerful reflections with a thermometer in the ass of Dutch society.
By the way, we are still accepting birthday gifts on this last night of celebrating ourselves liquid of solid shape. Because without you, no us.
“To contradict that was always angry”
Yes, that is Charles Groenhuijsen and yes, this is real
Back then, drag was still very common
Zennnnnn
