I don’t think even the Wilders clique will be with this guy because he is so obviously a lying embarassment...

No. Because there are no politicians being set on fire, and there are no no-go zones. But, he is right in one way because new year’s eve is coming up, and by good old fashioned native Dutch tradition that means blowing up mailboxes and your fingers off with fireworks, and setting cars alight. Ah, Dutch culture!

Starred for Gump.

starred for Python.

I would like to nominate Susan Bro, the mother of Charlotteville victim

Nice one! I love a bit of nerdmetal. Do you know Blind Guardian?

Yes, you don’t like a woman, so of course she has to be a whore. This is not okay!

This is so sad, so sad. This is why there is no (benevolent) god.

Bodegraven does exist...Windmill and everything. My sister lives nearby.

I have a Lancia Ypsilon, and it is a very fine little car indeed. In Europe, the brand is very much alive and known for attractive Italian design.

You’re welcome! I think the problem with these is the rubbery texture and the fact that kids love them and wolf them down. Give your little one a hug from me!

Good for the little guy but please cut it in small pieces and keep a good eye on him. there have been two sad cases of small children choking on Babybel cheeses in the last year in my country.

Haaa! good one!

It’s Pitcairn all over again. Remote location, conservative religion, inwards culture- God help you if you are a child.

Me neither. These fish never come in cans.

Because they needed a picture and didn’t study the subject and didn’t ask a Dutch person? These fish are traditionally packed in barrels, and nowadays they are frozen.

these are not canned fish. These are raw fish, that are preserved trough a technique called gibbing (take out the gills and guts, but leave in the liver and pancreas. Then preserve in salt. And nowadays, freeze) Because this is still basically raw fish, it is an extremely sensitive product, and preparing it is an art.

Count your blessings, count them every day, count them one by one. My dad said this so often, and still said this when he was on his dying bed. I live by it; I tell myself I do not deserve the air I breathe. Life owes me nothing, but is amazingly generous.

OMG. I hope that at least the oliebollen test is reliable and scientific!

That incident occurred in Edam (say cheese!) and this was a fight between two Dutch kids from Edam-Volendam; not of immigrant background. But who cares about the facts anymore?