But who are those Belgians? Why are we so weird?
Yes, bikes stolen by refugees is a huge problem here. By now, it should be clear that those people aren't running away from the possibility of being killed, they're here to steal old women's bicycles.
This open racism isn't new. Friends of mine who have a tiny bit of a different skin color often experience remarks, insults and go-back-to-your-own-country advice. Most of those remarks actually come from people who don't realize that they are probably the lovechild, often one-sided love by the way, of their mother and a German, English, French or American soldier who had better things to do during the second world war than being loyal to his own girl back home.
The international breeding also isn't new. History tells us that Belgium barely has an own identity, but we're not admitting that. We have been occupied by Spain, France, Rome, The Netherlands, Germany and most other global powers and of course by Christianity. I think Luxembourg is the only country that never invaded us. Ever since homo sapiens appeared, the ones living in these areas have been overrun by everyone. True, we might have been the bravest among all the enemies of Caesar, but bravery is useless if you're outnumbered 1250 to one.
Of course, all those superpowers easily found the way to Belgian uteri, eventually spawning a vast number of people who can't seem to agree on anything. In the end, we got our own little spot, an area that neither The Netherlands nor France really wanted. We quickly drew a line in between, threw the French speaking people on one side and the Dutch speaking people on the other. When World War II was over, we suddenly got a part of Germany and allowed the people living there to keep their own language and gave them their own government, only making it harder for the rest of us to unite.
Perhaps, yes, we are still babies...
Like most countries, Belgium is actually ruled by bankers, media-cunts and rich assholes. We don't care where those rich assholes come from, be it jews with diamonds, CEO's, braindead women who married Hollywood stars or Saudis with tons of money. They're all welcome here and most of our own population replies by becoming equally braindead piggy banks. We're fascinated by glitter and glamour, fame and money and many people will go through great lengths for their fifteen minutes of fame.
Let's look at some of the people who seem to be very important for our 'Belgian pride'.
speak French and quite a lot of them don't really look like they belong to the mighty Arian race.
Yes, we're talking fascism here.
But don't worry, it's for the sake of safety. Frankly, what they don't tell you, is that more people get killed by alcohol each week than there are people getting killed by terrorists. It's true, alcohol is our number one drug and we fucking worship it.
Other important people seem to be Dimitri Bontinck, a nitwit whose son ran off to Syria, hoping to never see the crazy antics from his dad again, the previously mentioned K3 and mentally handicapped bimbos like Lesley-Ann Poppe, who is currently working very hard posting a series of nude pictures for charity. I didn't see those pictures by the way. I'd rather get tattooed by a bunch of disoriented hamsters.
most enigmatic paintings of all time. The Smurfs, yes, the fucking Smurfs are Belgian.
Nobody can deny our creativity, that's for sure, and nobody can't deny the fact that Antwerp is one of the biggest drug-harbors in the world. The amount of cocaine found in Antwerp is off the charts. If you drink a lot of tap-water, you'll probably start to hallucinate. That's how much cocaine we have and that's not the only drug. We smoke, drink, inject, swallow and snort everything, whatever keeps us from facing reality as it is. You might wonder why there's a paragraph about drugs right after one about creativity. Well, look at those damn Smurfs, they've been created during an LSD-trip.
Well, there have been some indications about terrorism in Brussels. Near Brussels there is a little town named Sint-Jans Molenbeek, which is a terrorist hotbed. Apparently, most the jihadists who attacked Paris some weeks ago came from Molenbeek. So now, the police is invading houses, looking for more of them. Schools, bars and shops have been closed. Events have been cancelled. Public traffic has been shut down. Brussels lived under a complete lockdown for days, all in the name of fear.
How do we respond? By posting pictures of cats, and why the hell not? After all those years of political disunity, Belgians are starting to get fed up with it all. We Belgians have been humble people for ages, continuously licking the hands that feed us and we're fucking sick of it. We allowed ourselves to become enclosed in one of the most complicated social systems of all time and now we want out. We want to go to a movie, a concert or a bar. We want to enjoy life and we want it without interference from anyone.
That's what's behind all those cute kittens: a rage, an anger, a complete distrust in anything that everyone above us ever told us. Are we still babies? Currently, we're like adolescents in their puberty, desperately trying to break loose from their parents and their ignorant behaviour. Finally, we are starting to unite across the language-boundaries, against all the bullshit thrown in our faces by corrupt but sneaky rulers. We are Belgium and will get over this, just like we got over our pedophile scandals and our criminal gangs.