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How the Dutch denied me a girlfriend because they made sure everybody gossiped about me for the past 25 years. I think all this attention was needed by the Dutch government to contain American influences originating from the local air base. That the Americans wanted me to be the US President and that the Dutch didn’t allow me to be bigger than the Dutch crown prince. So after the Americans left the local base that the Dutch wanted to take my ‘fame’ away from me, they went to great lengths to make me bald and made sure that my baldness is my most prominent feature. That on Dutch radio they try to associate me with poop to create unpleasant thoughts in the minds of Dutch radio listeners when they think of me. I haven’t viewed any Dutch television since 2003 so I wouldn’t have a clue as to how they refer to me on Dutch television, I think they convey that I am not wealthy so not desirable and bald so not seriously loveable. I have become so unattractive that being on television won’t make me popular anymore. I sure want to leave the Netherlands for good but I am being locked up. I really no longer care for The Netherlands for what they have done to me. I don’t consider myself to be Dutch, I am from a country which no longer exists.
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I realize that with all my health problems I don’t stand a chance to make it to Australia to stay there. But I also feel how deeply unhappy I am in The Netherlands. These people deliberately gave me a heart condition and a muscle condition. One of my American friends refers to Afghanistan as ‘Mantanistan’. I would be happy and free as an American. Maybe I even qualify for Veterans Administration benefits or the Post 9/11 GI Bill. I mean with my heart condition I know by now how it feels to be wounded. My heart condition may not be caused by a gunshot wound but have been an act of war just the same. I feel sorry for not experiencing the European Dream, but that I feel the Europeans don’t have a clue as to how to make a place home. This is my honest opinion. I know what it is like and what it means to be an American. I know what it is like to live in Australia. It is pointless to let yourself be taken hostage by a government who denies you your freedom because you experience it differently. I don’t identify myself as being Dutch, because I know what it is like to be an American or an Australian, or German for that matter. When I listen to German radio I get the impression that they aren’t appreciating foreign attention. That if you don’t master the German language that they don’t want you there. I am working on my German language skills, my German little me is 7 years old, by the time I reach age 14 I should be fluent in German! While Canadian radio is very open for foreigners that it is appealing for people like me. Immigrant countries are probably mostly open to foreign cultures, and I like this. Not that I am bringing Dutch culture but that I like to learn how society is organised in such countries. How the Dutch force me in this role as if I were a monster because they cannot admit that people know me due to attention in Dutch media. That people have been gossiping about me for 25 years and that I am not allowed to benefit from this because I dropped out of university when I made a move to get to know American military people personally. How the Dutch made sure that I would go bald if I would opt for an American woman. There was no Dutch alternative for me, because the Dutch figured sooner or later I would go abroad due to personal success. This has been going on for so long and my legs, heart and mind will never be healthy again so I will never be free here anymore either. I cannot listen to Dutch radio because these people cannot deal with my fame, so I listen to Australian radio where I am just a little bit well known. My life is passing me by because the Netherlands government is denying me my self control and the job I could get. I am public property in The Netherlands and that I hate it. I have had it with the Dutch denying me a social life. These people are making sure I spend everyday alone in my room unable to do my own thinking and prescribing me pills I don’t need.
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I am being held captive in The Netherlands, these people won’t even let me do my own thinking. I have decided that my future is in Australia, even though I wouldn’t know how I am ever going to make it to Australia physically. Also my pacemaker is a problem, but that they could give me an Australian pacemaker. The idea alone that there were people who deliberately caused my heart condition makes me feel that I am not safe in The Netherlands. I really no longer have any business with The Netherlands, this isn’t my home, and I hate it here. I would like to try living in Australia. Even though I am not able to work for a living, but that I generate revenue. The Dutch government and health care people are only trying to demolish me. I am thinking about Nessie my Australian girlfriend since 1999 and all the Dutch females the Dutch denied to me. In 1999 I met three Australian women on the Internet one of whom was Nessie and that within a few weeks it became clear that we were both in love with each other. I am sure Nessie will be waiting for me. I don’t know any Dutch women, and I don’t care. I want to be with Nessie in Tasmania. And this is where I see my future. Because the Dutch would never give me the opportunity to be in a mutual relationship with a Dutch female like I am in a relationship with Nessie. To the Dutch I am just a mental patient, because they are denying me a normal life, because they are using me to manipulate Dutch society. To be able to punish youths for doing things differently from what the government wants and approves of. I would be happy in Tasmania, while in the Netherlands I would always be wondering ‘Why am I here anyway?’.
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PS, I am not trying to say that Nessie should have put her life on hold for me for a decade. I would probably never be living in Tasmania. But the fact alone that the Dixie Chicks refer to Nessie in one of their songs sure makes me realize that Nessie and me are compatible. So if we would have met in say 2000 that we could have been in a real relationship in Tasmania!

This is politics like I haven’t seen it before!

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If there is a matter which has to be assessed locally like in a city, that you need all views to come to a well thought through decision. But that when something to be decided is national that it could be that not all views and opinions are available. Maybe because you don’t know yet if such information would be relevant. Or that such an opinion doesn’t exist in the country. That it would be possible that relevant information would be in a bordering country (for historic reasons). If you believe in a action and reaction theory where history is concerned that a situation can be understood if all actions and reactions are considered. That in European history most wars were caused by treaties ending the previous war, that after two decades such a treaty would be considered unfair. That World War II was the result of World War I because the Germans wanted revenge. World War I was caused by a war in the 1880s which was ended with a treaty certain countries didn’t agree with in retrospect. That World War II was in fact two wars, one war in Europe and one war in Asia. That these two conflicts happened at the same time must have been coincidental. There is this James Bond movie ‘The World Is Not Enough’. My point is that I feel that if you have to truly understand a global situation that if you are able to consider all global factors which affected the situation that you should be able to come up with a ‘perfect’ conclusion. But that the Human Race went to space and the moon, so the action and reaction situation has gone beyond planet Earth. That the world nearly self-destructed in a nuclear war, which made it necessary to go into space. Still my idea that if you have all relevant information about something you need to decide about that then you will make the best decision. This also is the reason why global meetings like in the United Nations are so important, that when all countries are involved that all views and opinions will be a part of the end conclusion. Resulting in an optimally balanced result. Or no result at all if there isn’t an agreement. Should there not be an agreement then it should be determined what opinions are most prevalent. Or the meeting should focus on a continent and scale down from global to regional. That it has to do with processing the information, that failing to agree is a matter of digestion. I reckon it should be possible to reach agreement on global meetings, that global means that agreement is within reach.
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I am unable to ride a bicycle because  I cannot think about the traffic. That when I am confronted with a car which has the right of way that I am unable to control myself to stop and let the car pass.  That for starters I am  unable to realize there actually is a car, then I am unable to decide I need to stop and finally my mind is unable to order my legs to stop pushing the pedals or even apply the brake. This is no delusion, this is no symptom of mental illness this is being done to me by people who control my consciousness. How in the world is it possible that there are people who are in fact able to control my thinking process? Shrinks are never going to even consider this as being a possibility even if they know it is the truth. I reckon the government is responsible for this, or maybe the American Department of Defense. So no wonder no Medical Doctor is going to heal or even treat me. There are people who wanted to ruin my life for decades and the government wasn’t going to stop them. I don’t belong in The Netherlands anymore, so I am being held hostage indefinitely, and this jail is mental I can only think and move within a restricted area that certain people will allow. There are people who can generate thoughts and block thoughts on my mind. This is controlled and no symptom of some mental illness. I saw this television show about how the US Military used telepathy to gather intelligence from the Soviet Union. It was really convincing that this actually worked. So maybe it is possible to control someone remotely. It is not that I lack control over my thoughts, I clearly notice that my thoughts are not generated by myself. 

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How I notice lately that some ghost is sabotaging my thoughts and actions. This ghost is in control of my decision making process and is making sure that when Aljo is trying to think anything that this ghost alters the very thought Aljo is trying to generate. For instance there are three mugs with coffee in them, the first mug needs one sugar cube, the second mug needs two sugar cubes and the third mug needs no sugar cube. So I have in my hand three sugar cubes, and that when Aljo decided to put these sugar cubes in the mugs the way he intended his consciousness was altered and made Aljo put one sugar cube in all three mugs. I think my soul is dead and that my body and mind is being controlled by the soul of someone else. I have got no clue as to what could possibly be the use of this situation. “Boys will be girls and girls will be boys, it’s a mixed up world.” as the lyric by the Kinks goes. Aljo isn’t Aljo, Aljo is someone else. But that mental health care providers will never even consider this. How one shrink took my hair because I was in love with the wrong female. While his predecessor had explicitly said that baldness is for genetic reasons only. The Netherlands is no longer like home to me, so to brainwash me there were people who imposed this spirit on me to force me to do what the Dutch want. I wrote my clergyman about how I was possessed by an evil spirit, he probably didn’t consider this a problem but rather a good thing because it would turn me into a God fearing person. How in 1992 when I was in the Utrecht University Medical Center that I noticed that someone took my freedom of thought away from me as if a rider mounted me. Since that moment I could no longer do any programming and read computer science textbooks or any other book for that matter. Because I realized this was being done to me, I vowed never to think about any university again, so I fell in love with a young woman in a downtown shop, and remained true to her for over 10 years. Later I discovered that it was the Dutch government’s intention that I should be in a relationship with a female academic. While academic women had started my hair loss. And that this shop female was to me like how I was to the local American women in the US Air Force whom I had gotten to know. That I was kicked off university because I had called a female American military radio presenter at work. This was in 1986 and that I appreciate American women because all my life Dutch females have been kept at a distance from me. After more than 10 years of me dropping out of university and falling very much in love with a working girl, university study seemed to me something I didn’t need, could no longer muster and basically had become irrelevant to me. Now I realize that this girl in this shop was only needed to break my heart and stop me from thinking about American culture. Back in the early nineties I was really well informed about American politics. I must have known about one thousand country songs and that after the Americans left the local base that the Dutch wanted me to become Dutch again. How in high school I wasn’t part of a peer group. That I never went out with friends and that when the Americans invited me that there was nothing holding me back. This must be the reason why I have a pacemaker. That the Dutch wanted to hurt me for looking for love on base. It is true The Netherlands doesn’t really interest me anymore, that instead of following Dutch politics I am following German politics and that I realize that German politics are much more fun. Even though the Dutch are never going to set me free so that I could move to Berlin or Mainz. The fact alone that the Dutch got me into this mess makes me realize that The Netherlands is a mediocre country. That they wanted to use me, but at the same time couldn’t set me free to plan my own life. I would have liked to have accomplished a Masters Degree, but that the Dutch wanted me to have an average job and an average house and an average wife. Because they wanted to use me to subject the Dutch to local rule. That the Americans would actually treat me like a General was something they hadn’t considered a possibility.

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Here are the lyrics of a Randy Travis song, titled: A Little Bitty Crack In Her Heart.

Shattered inside and scattered around
Were pieces of her broken heart
I gathered her up, the pieces I found
I put her back together like a busted guitar
But some glue holds and some glue don’t  In spite of everything I tried
Somebody’s stole my darlin’
Right before my very eyes

He didn’t walk, talk or push his way in
Or fly through the windows on a gust of hot wind
He didn’t sprout wings
And he sure wasn’t playin’ no harp
As low as he was, I couldn’t see him
Slitherin’ around in the dark
He must’ve crawled through
A little bitty crack in her heart

Copin’ with hone and hoping i’m wrong
But I sure see a definite change
There’s look in her eyes that’s sayin’ goodbye
And her snuggle when I hold her don’t feel the same
The way her heart beats for that sneaky thief
You would picture him dark and tall
But the feller that stole my darlin’
Lord, he’d have to be very small

He didn’t walk, talk or push his way in
Or fly through the windows on a gust of hot wind
He didn’t sprout wings
And he sure wasn’t playin’ no harp
As low as he was, I couldn’t see him
Slitherin’ around in the dark
He must’ve crawled through
A little bitty crack in her heart

As low as he was, I couldn’t see him
Slitherin’ around in the dark
He must’ve crawled through
A little bitty crack in her heart
Lord, he must’ve craweled through
A little bitty crack in her heart

You Know Me Better Than That Lyrics
Artist(Band):George Strait

Baby since you left me there’s somebody new
She thinks I’m perfect I swear
She likes my body, my class, and my charm
She says I’ve got a confident air
She respects my ambition, thinks I’m talented too
But she’s in love with an image time is bound to see through
Oh,

Chorus:
You know me better than that
You know the me that gets lazy and fat
How moody I can be
All my insecurities
You’ve seen me lose all my charm
You know I was raised on a farm
Oh she tells her friends I’m perfect
And that I love her cat
But you know me better than that

I miss picnics and blue jeans and buckets of beer
Now it’s ballet and symphony hall
I’m into culture clean up to my ears
It’s like wearin’ a shoe that’s too small
Oh I caught her with an issue of brides magazine
Starin’ at dresses and pickin’ out rings
But,

Chorus

Oh she tells her friends I’m perfect
And that I love that cat
Oh, but you know me better than that

On The Voice of Russia World Service last weekend was a feature about Russian poet Alexander Pushkin. How this poet collected lots of books and loved to wonder about by himself through the Russian country side and his hometown. That he loved the Russian people and was a good friend. Shortwave is often hard to follow because reception often jams, so I missed some details. There also was a feature about how in Russia they plan to build some 200 airship Zeppelins. For low cost heavy weight air freight transportation and surveillance. That was also interesting. How German Chancellor Angela Merkel had an 11 hour meeting in a palace near Berlin with Russian President Dmitri Medvedev with whom she spoke in Russian, can you imagine this? Russian is a really difficult language to learn, it is so nice how former DDR citizens were interested in Russian culture too. Some 4 years ago I was walking in downtown Amersfoort and came across a guy in his early twenties who wore a red training jacket with the letters ‘CCCP’ on it. I should have photographed this guy! Most Russians do not want to return to the Soviet Union, because in the Soviet Union a few party officials took everything they wanted from the community, which was stealing from the ordinary citizens, which is not fair. Listen to Russian radio! It is fun, these people are good. There are so many interesting stories Russian people can tell.

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