Fitna: What a Waste of Time and Energy

I watched it. All 16 bloody minutes of it. Well… I turned my head a few times to not have to look at the most gruesome footage. Sick. It made me sad and angry.
Sad and angry because we have all made such a big deal out of it. What a waste of time and energy! You can’t even call it a movie. My simple cut and pasted Chomsky movie was better than this piece of garbage.

I don’t know what to make of Fitna. Unlike Theo van Gogh and Ayaan Hirshi Ali’s cinematographically good movie Submission, Fitna doesn’t have a story or plot and no conclusion. Don't get me wrong, I don't agree with Van Gogh and Hirshi Ali's view on the Islam at all. But at least they got their opinion across clearly. Wilders, what are you trying to tell us? Yesterday I heard someone say on tv: “Geert Wilders kicks us and then he runs away”. That’s exactly what it feels like. Never in Fitna does he show his face. Never do you hear his voice. He is not available for discussion or confrontation. He just kicks and runs.
Fitna is a collection of footage torn from their context – torn and dismembered like the people Fitna shows being brutally slaughtered – and glued together to create a Frankenstein monstrosity. If somebody else, someone anonymous, had published this on YouTube, we would have all discarded it as just another twisted nut job. Unfortunately Wilders is far from anonymous. He is a politician. This could be dangerous. I can’t stop thinking that if Adolf Hitler had lived today he could have made a similar movie for his propaganda.
The last thing I want to say about it is that I think it’s disgusting how Wilders uses the horrible, terrible suffering of people who died by the hands of terrorists for his own good. At least show some respect to THEM!

For a couple of years now, I haven’t been able to feel proud of being Dutch. I used to, but not anymore. This does not help. All I can say is:
“Sorry world, for this nut case Wilders”.

Geert Wilders: kicking and running all the way to the bank.

Gorgeous

Easter felt more like Christmas last weekend. It was - and still is - cold and dark and wet and grey and snowy and misty outside. brrrrrrr

But with these gorgeous babies we can at least bring some spring colour into the house:

Peter-Bas bought me these lovely pink tulips yesterday. Thanks babe!

Why We Have a Bunny and Not a Cat

I like cats... from a distance. Don't get me wrong I love other people's cats and I don't mind having them over for a weekend every once in a while. But I don't want one of my own terrorising the house. I'll just stick with our bunny Chomsky. He is fuzzy and cute like a cat, in fact he's sleeping in the sun at my feet right now, very cat-like. But he doesn't think he's king of the castle. Unlike Simon's cat:


Hihi, that cat is funny.
Hey Chomsky, stop gnawing at the table!! For a bunny named Chomsky you're far from genius.

More Babies!!

Ritsert heeft foto's opgestuurd van kleine Simon. Hij heeft het shirtje aan dat we hem hebben gegeven "Baby Flim" staat erop, Flim is z'n achternaam. Vandaar.
Het shirt staat hem geweldig en zelf vindt Simon het ook wel leuk zo te zien :)

Twitter Crash Course

I know many of you guys don't really get Twitter. I have tried to explain it, but you just give me that blank look and say: "so it's like msn or something?". I think @Slijterijmeisje was right when she said: " Hebben jullie soms ook het gevoel dat wij Twitteraars een soort 5e colonne vormen waarvan de rest van de wereld helemaal niets snapt?" and "Twitter; soort van onzichtbare kaboutertjes die agenderen, assisteren en soms domineren, maar die er alleen zijn als jij ze ook wilt zien:-)".
Funny thing is, you get so used to the invisibility of Twitter that it comes as a shock when people let you know they actually are following you. Kind of like when you find out people are reading your weblog. You're happy because they are supposed to read it, but when someone asks you out of the blue "did you sleep better last night?" your first reaction is "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!". Two seconds later you realise that you're being ridiculous because you just posted a twitter on your sleeping problems for the entire world to see. Funny stuff :).
Anyway, I found this video about Twitter on YouTube. Lee LeFever made it as part of his 'in plain English' series. Basically he tries to explain our crazy 2.0 world... in plain English. Take this 2 minutes and 25 seconds crash course and if you still don't understand Twitter after that, I'll give up and never bother you again. I'll go back to my invisible leprechaun life.

Daffodil Kisses

Wake up everybody! It's almost spring time again!!


in time of daffodils (who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why, remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so (forgetting seem)

in time of roses (who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if, remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek (forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me, remember me

e.e. cummings

Live: Wink!

We went to see little baby Wink last week. He is such a cutypie! But he is quite a little bad-ass as well; he's already got the skater look going on with his little skull t-shirt and baggy pants. So we bought him his first Vans. Thank god they fit! :) And they look really awesome!















Don't babies just look great on me?
The perfect accessory. ;)