Archive for January, 2010
“Just A Cougar On The Prowl.”
When Americans talk about a ‘cougar’ they mean a woman of over age 40 who is interested in males under age 30 for a relationship. When Dutch people refer to a ‘cougar’ they mean a Royal Netherlands Air Force Cougar helicopter which used to be based on nearby Soesterberg AB where also until 1993 American F-15s were based. When I think about these facts I reckon, I am also age 40+ and that the Dutch long ago – when I was in my teens – suggested to me they would put my love life on hold if I wouldn’t leave the Americans alone. That the Dutch deliberately made me age alone because I had said on local Dutch radio in 1988 that I was interested in an American girlfriend instead of a Dutch girlfriend. No wonder the Dutch authorities hate me, even though they wouldn’t have let me be with a Dutch woman either.
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Let Me Go! Set Me Free!
For years now I feel how my consciousness isn’t my own, that there are people who control my thinking process and are currently erasing my memory. Surely there must be people who know what is really wrong with me. That the shrinks who treated me over the years must have realized I wasn’t a regular mental patient. I am like a zombie, that my soul is dead but my body is alive. Maybe some country developed this as a biological weapon to make God live on earth, that I am in the afterlife which is needed to be able to stop all wars. That terrorists aren’t criminals but people who would start a war. John Lennon sings: “Join the Human race.” And that there is no way for me to do so. How the people who control me are stealing my time, that they need me as a zombie and that this will cost years without me being able to live my own life. I hate The Netherlands so badly, I really can’t stay here. How there is no Dutch radio station I can listen to, especially when I cannot sleep at night and that this is all deliberate. For about 6 months I no longer listen to Dutch radio but to an Internet radio instead, that I thought I would miss Dutch radio but that now I feel happy to be able to totally forget about Dutch radio. I am like a horse with a rider, and that this person controls my consciousness so if this rider is Dutch, then the Dutch government should be able to set me free…
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I Thought I Was Ill…
It is becoming clear to me that my chronic health conditions – I’ve got three – cannot be attributed to bad luck, which I no longer believed anyway. Instead the Dutch government deliberately made sure that I would no longer be able to go outside by myself! But not for what I did, but because of what they feared me to do. I no longer identify myself with the Netherlands, because I was denied a love life and I was kicked off university. Even though all this was over 20 years ago, the reason why the Dutch took my good health and freedom was because they couldn’t deal with the fact that President Reagan wanted to become friends with me. That the Dutch made me choose between my Dutch love interest and being friends with the Americans. Even though I reckon the Dutch would never have let me complete a Masters Degree in university anyway so the easiest solution for them was to deny me to study. The point was they needed a reason why I could no longer study so they told me I was delusional. Thinking back to when I was delusional I realize that these delusional thoughts were in fact planted on my brain by the people who didn’t want me to be friends with the local Americans. Sooner or later I would find out the truth. So a mental condition alone would not have been enough to restrain me, so these people decided I needed a heart condition too. The Dutch government expected me to become lonely and in need of female companionship, that this way they could defeat me. After I dropped out of university I got to know several American military women, this changed me, I no longer was interested in Dutch female university students because I never got to know a single female student. This didn’t work for the Dutch. So the Dutch gave me a third chronic condition to deny me basic freedom. That I am being treated as a convict by the Dutch authorities. All this comes down to how the Dutch totally ruined my life and cannot accept defeat so they socially isolate me and deny me my independence to care for myself. That my pacemaker renders me unable to fly, so that I couldn’t move to Australia or to the USA. How Dutch finance minister Wouter Bos recently referred to my 48th birthday, to hurt my morale that I would comply with Dutch demands. While I feel so good listening to English language radio, that I know for sure that my future isn’t in The Netherlands and that my powerful foreign friends will have to tell the Dutch government to set me free. Nobody is above the law, and nobody had the right to hurt me this badly. I rest my case.
Aljo_
PS, The ‘Sexy Bitch’ American rapper Akon raps about refers to a woman you really like mutually with a sexual relationship, but whom is envied to you by others and thus is referred to as a bitch…
Australia Day 2010
Again the songs I voted for in the Hottest 100 for 2009 did really well!
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Green-card Lottery.
This picture made me feel good, for personal reasons, but I am not going to tell why.
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A Reason For Cursing.
I am convinced that my soul was stolen so that I would start thinking and acting according to the soul of these people who took my soul. This explains why I am delusional sometimes because these people generate the thoughts on my mind they need. These people can hurt me by making me do things that could hurt me, how for instance I can no longer ride a bicycle because I cannot concentrate on the traffic, because the people who control my soul deny me the freedom to think about traffic. This gets me really upset, also because the Netherlands government can’t get me free. How I have spots and scars on my retina, which I got while in Australia in 1997. That these people wanted to hurt me to make me realize they wouldn’t let me move to Australia. How I cannot anticipate because my rider makes sure I can’t. This rider anticipates my actions and thoughts in order to change them before they form in my mind and this way frustrate my freedom of thought. One of the reasons why my rider is frustrating my own thinking process is to confront me with Jesus, that my rider is trying to brainwash me into following Jesus. Like why do people curse? Isn’t this also a form of believing in a higher power? You curse when you feel someone deliberately made you make a mistake. This happens to me every minute so I could curse without interruption! But the fact that there are people who deny me my own freedom of thought is a crime, but not by a criminal by a government. The Netherlands government doesn’t need this ability.
Aljo_
Stigmatizing.
How the Dutch made me ugly because they wanted to force me into an underdog position, which would not have been credible if I had remained beautiful. This is a form of stigmatizing. That the Dutch wanted me to fall in love with pretty girls because that would be more convenient for them where rejection was concerned. That when you are looking really good and ask a girl who isn’t very pretty out, that she wouldn’t say no. I once asked an American female lieutenant out, we went to the cinema. But that after the movie was over she wanted to go home, alone. While Kelly Clarkson sings: “My life would suck without you.” Still this was my only one on one date ever, and I had a good time, that she was a woman I could relate to. The previous Dutch Under Secretary of Defense was Mr Van der Knaap, he held this job for a long time, maybe some 10 years. Now a ‘knaap’ is a Dutch word meaning ‘male virgin’. So on the one hand it was an honor that there was a reference to me in the Dutch administration, but that nobody wants a reputation as a male virgin and that I wasn’t too interested in the Dutch Department of Defense, looking for my luck elsewhere. I simply know so much more about the American military, even though there is much more to know about the American Department of Defense compared to its Dutch counterpart. I wouldn’t be able to name a single Dutch army division, while I know several American army divisions. Like the First Armored Division ‘Hell on Wheels’, the First Cavalry Division and the First Infantry Division ‘Big Red One’. Because of this I will probably never have any children. That the Dutch sabotaged my love life because I was interested in the US Military. I feel at home with the Americans as if I were a military dependent, like a military spouse. And all this only happened because the Dutch denied me interaction with Dutch girls since I was age 15, but then on the other hand, had I not felt so good with the local Americans, I would probably not have shed my Dutch identity and have been with a Dutch woman. Not that I think this is the truth, when I was 14 years old, I was in a church youth club and that an older woman who was organizing this was one time talking to me about this boy she knew who was a homosexual, even though he didn’t want to be gay. Years later I realized she was probably referring to me. That the Dutch had decided long before anything happened which could be held against me, that I would not have a relationship in my teens or twenties, with a Dutch woman. This is a stigma and I no longer care too much for The Netherlands.
Aljo_
With Ferocity.
How the Dutch are throwing all they have at me. Radio is on my case all the time. Dutch television – which I don’t view – is constantly indoctrinating its Dutch viewers by conveying information about my psyche and that it is evil. That I can no longer listen to Dutch radio anymore, so I listen to Australian and Canadian radio. But that Australia would not provide sanctuary for me if for instance the French government would ask them not to do so. While Canadian radio couldn’t care less about how European governments feel about how I feel about the Dutch media and society. To tell you the truth there is this song by Billy Joel which is on my mind a lot lately, it has a line going like: “Before we all lived here in Florida, before the Mafia took over Mexico.” That I am wondering if I would feel at home in Florida. That I know several people who used to live in Europe who are living in Florida these days. But that of course the truth is that the Dutch deliberately made me need a pacemaker so that I would no longer be physically able to make it to Florida or Australia for that matter. How I remember how President Bush Sr was talking one time about how he was considering some situation like “Tearing out my heart and throwing it away.” I remember wondering if he wasn’t exaggerating. That of course President Bush knows who is responsible for my heart condition. But that the Dutch government is never going to claim responsibility because I am their property, they can do with me what they want. How I suggested – unaware that I did – that I made 8,000 Euro per month, with my pay grade. So the Dutch fired back suggesting they would not grant me more than 1,400 Euro per month. So I am not too eager to want to study because these people never will let me to begin with. And knowing that the Dutch aren’t willing to pay me half the amount the Americans would pay me, makes me realize that I am not interested in a Dutch job. So the Dutch make my life impossible so that I will remain unfit for work and having to take medication. All this is politically motivated by jealousy. If Dutch radio makes me depressed and American radio makes me feel at home, then the choice isn’t that difficult for me to decide that I am going to listen to English language radio, even though the Dutch try to get a handle on me to force me to listen to Dutch radio – torture.
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Funny Cartoon.
Australian cartoonist Bill Leak drew this picture for The Australian, it is about the heat in Australia and the cold in Europe and North America.
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‘Barking’.
How my rider blocks my thinking process all the time, denying me to think or remember things. Then I start to scream, I scream: “Set me free Jesus!” or “I beg of you Balkenende, let me go!”. I feel my mind was programmed to scream instead of thinking, I call this barking, how my rider wants me to bark, because normal people cannot bark. So I am abnormal when I bark, but then normal people don’t have a rider who denies them to think freely.
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