Pat Dollard | Young Americans

I don’t have issues about being in my 40’s, female and blond. As a matter of fact, I’d rather have people talking behind my back, then that they eat from my table without being invited. (Because that’s how I feel when the annual envelope with the tax-bill arrives.)

Fact is, 80% of the Western population are the ones who have issues with female blondes in their 40’s. And because so many people are having issues about that, I just adopted the whole “middle-aged-stupid-female-blonde”-thing. .

Okay, okay, I already got tickled a bit by Pat’s announcement about beating Bashman. How to bury a guy like that? You think you dig a hole deep enough for him to fit in. But every time you think the job is done his little finger will peek trough to upper soil and you’ll here his thundering voice saying;” I’ve got some important things to share with you motherfuckers. Shut up and listen”. So, I opt for not slandering Bashman but to give him the most important role in the upcoming drama with Hillary C. in the role of Scrooge. Bashman is the perfect man for the role of “the ghost of Christmas-future”. I’ll do the outfit and make-up. It will be more fright-full than every Halloween-movie you’ve ever seen. (Hillary won’t be needing my help. She is already fright-full enough, just by opening her mouth for example.)

Talking about The Clintons; I’ve still got some stuff needing to be explained by Bill. C. As in his role of caring dad to the Muslims back in 1995 in Bosnia. “My guys” knew darn well about the unmarked planes that landed in the middle of the night. And surprise, surprise, every next day after those planes had landed the Muslims played just another trick in provoking the Serbs. Nice tricks with nice weapons that clearly were so sophisticated that only one country could have provided them.

Is it just me or are there more people who think that overall Muslims are very good in weeping, playing the victim-role, screaming “discrimination” and demonstrate on the most infantile way whenever something happens that just might insult a prophet who, no doubt about it, was nothing more than a clever business-man and a known pedophile.

Now, that’s Oscar- worthy material compared with this meanwhile meaningless token of appreciation for a movie like “How to buy of your own guilt with green-bonds for bringing a big lie to the world in your own polluting-private-plane” from Goracle. Giving this individual the Nobel-peace price was, as far as I’m concerned, the last blow towards “not worth a dime anymore” since giving it to Arrafat. (Arrafat had blood on his hands receiving this price, Goracle is driving us towards a third world-war with his yeb-yeb. Both have/had nothing to do with peace. And I smell a hidden agenda with the latter. A leftish agenda, that is.)

Oh yes, there are some more peeps I’d like to have a word with. For example, a Miss Madeline A., who almost laughed her lively butt off when messages followed up in a more and more panicking sound. “Send troops now!!!! You have every proof wanted on your desk that the Serbs are planning a massacre in Srebrenica”. (Former Yugoslavia.). Well, Maddy just laughed and went on with business as usual. Speaking BIG words, doing exact the opposite. By that time already 2 young and brave men, serving in the Regiment of “my guys” died. They wanted to help the Muslims, they died by the hands of Muslims. Killed with some stuff daddy Bill C. had shipped in on his “secret” midnight flights.

(Sad detail; One of these two young soldiers was from Jewish origin. His father had asked him that of all people his heart went out to by doing a UN-mission, why exactly this mission (the protection of the save-haven for Muslims) was so important for him. He simply answered:” It’s my task to protect people who are in jeopardy”.)

Anyway, another guy I’d like to show up in front of my car while doing 60 miles per hour, (the only time I like the phrase: hit and run), is a French General. Yeb, General J. (The accurate reader will notice that I type the perps last names with only the first character. In the Netherlands this is a law, trying not to provoke people thinking all the time that “only Muslims” rob old lady’s. Its called “the privacy-law”. Unfortunately, in spite of all this political correctness, only the phrase “Ali A.” or “Mohammed B.” already does the trick. Crying my eyes out from laughter about this kind of stupidity is already a daily item to me the recent years!.)

You see, General J., “big guy” from NATO back in those days, just refused to act upon the repeated calls for air-support that faithful extreme hot week back in July 1995. (Remember Maddy’s laughter, that same week I just told about?) Much later I got to know why. He had to play the hero by bringing 2 crashed French pilots back to Paris who had been captured by the Serbs. Do I smell a hidden agenda again. YESS!!!!! Mladich was eager to give back those 2 pilots. Only to swap them for the lives of over 7000 Muslim men and boys. And that’s why the General refused air-support. NATO just left “my guys” to sink into the shit and for that “my guys” are still haunted and spit at, 12 year after date.

And what do “The mothers of Srebrenica” do?

They come to The Netherlands by bus, neatly paid for by leftish scumbags, to protest at the gates of the compounds last January the 4th , at the day “my guys” finally got what they deserved: a little gold-coloured pin as reminder of this mission “gone bad in all directions” and official apologies from the government. About twelve, once proud men, didn’t make it. (But also here, clear statistics are a “no-go”-area.) They committed suicide, being spit out by my fellow-country-men based on a lot of lies, dished up by the MSM world-wide and being blamed for a massacre they could have prevented, if only……….daddy C., Madeline A. and General J. hadn’t been in possession of a hidden agenda.

Now, “The mothers of Srebrenica” sue the State of The Netherlands. I can’t blame them. But they are not sueing those responsible for all the shit that happened then. Nah, these guys have already left the political scene a long time ago to become well paid CEO’s, untouchable for the punishment they’ve deserved. And not one “Mother of Srebrenica” is sueing daddy C., Madeline A.. Even General J. was excused after he refused (without any punishment, hidden agenda any one?) to appear for a hearing in The Hague in order to investigate what exactly happened and who to blame for this unfortunate and terrible “wrong-take” of Dutchbat-III.

No, “The mothers of Srebrenica” don’t even know who they really have to sew. The lefties who put fuel onto this fire over and over again (for their own good, hint; hidden agenda) rather keep their mouths shut. It’s so much easier to blame “those cowards of soldiers”. But, meanwhile I, amongst many other Dutchmen, can prepare for an uninvited guest at my diner-tables. One that doesn’t talk about me behind my back, but does nibbles away from my already low government-benefits. The tax-bill. I mean, some one has to pay those poor “Mothers of Srebrenica”!!!

Didn’t I ask somewhere at the beginning of my ranting:”Is it just me or are there more people who think that overall Muslims are very good in weeping, playing the victim-role, ……. and demonstrate……..”.

My advice to these mothers was, (and still is):

“I know playing out the victim-role to the fullest is embedded in your culture. I know you like to accuse only those who can be blamed easily (uhm, and the Dutch soldiers were cowards?) and, hint, always those who apparently have the most money. I know you have trouble hearing the real truth. (Muslims provoking the Serbs, then cry about retaliations and then blame the Dutch soldiers for not being protected exactly the way you wanted it and not one inch less.) I know you’d rather forget about your fellow-believers who were proud members of a special brigade during WWII under direct comment of the SS. (Ah, do I hear something about ‘throwing the first stone…..’?)

But don’t whine about your butts hurting after a 10 hour journey all the way from Srebrenica to the North of The Netherlands. Blame that on your leftish supporters who couldn’t care less but rather saved on your tickets by putting you in old buses in stead of modern transportation of better quality, only to do what they are good at; being pussies. So, poor “Mothers of Srebrenica” , you are getting used for political issues that has nothing to do with your massacred men and sons anymore.

Better, instead of travelling 10 hours, protesting 4 hours and than travelling 10 hours back, you’ve lost 24 precious hours in total. A whole day you’d been better of spending at your local schools helping the teachers and after that, the kids with their home-work, go to work and earn an honest day-living, attend your live-stock etc., but most of all; stop whining.

You won’t get your loved ones back with it. All those 12 years of whining, you could have actually stopped pulling that handkerchief out of your pockets all those years every time a journalist appeared, and put your hands to work. Then your country would not have looked anymore like it all happened yesterday. So, get a life (of your own)! That’s far less cowardice than hiding behind the dream that one day the Netherlands will start to pay nice amounts of money every month for the next 10 years. People around the world get confronted with deep intense tragedies every day, but don’t have a stage to show it. Nor have the ability to abuse it over and over again for the wrong reason. All they can is pick up the pieces and start over again. If they can do that, so can you ladies!. It’s all about “wanting to get back on your feet again”. And that’s something completely different than “wanting it only my way”, because, not long from now this will back-fire at you. And that’s also called “the boomerang-effect”.

BTW, Ladies!!!!

Remember that this money will come from those hated Christian-dogs. The same pigs you get warned of more and more since a few years by the infiltrating (surprise, this disease is everywhere) extremist Muslim-organizations who are, also in your regions, slowly but thoroughly brainwashing you even more than my leftish fellow-scum-Dutchmen already did. So, by the time you start receiving monthly pay-offs, a sign of being guilty and actually being paid for by complete innocent, first spit on it. Because I assume, in the light of the most recent developments, you will have to hand it over fully to your recently fresh-flown-in mullah, one-way ticket out of Saudi Arabia, to pay for a brand-new-big-as-hell mosque.

So, buy lots of handkerchiefs in whole-sale, you’ll need them the coming decade. And then, in some 20 years, think back about the times you had a will-full audience of Western journalist (and some old buses) who won’t be around nor allowed anymore to describe the awful tragedy that is heading your way, being a Muslim-woman.” (End of rant against “The mothers of Srebrenica”.)

Okay, I planed to tell you folks about a white rabbit. And a cat I nearly shot with Granddad’s hunting-rifle. (Trying to dig up my recently planted tulip-bulbs after having a shit in my garden is sheer sacrilege.) And about “my guys” who lovingly call me “you little motherfucker” every time I pull one of my great stunts in order to lift the gloom a bit that is often hanging around my office-space. Those who are serving or were in the service know what I mean ;). And about the letter I received last week from Afghanistan. I solemnly swear that I will not ever attend the fact that within 9 months I was asked to get married twice. A, by two different guys, that is.(Cause, it still hurts hahahaha!!.) I could have told about that crazy night, back in 1992, in Yuma Arizona. (I think American Marines are the nicest guys I ever met. But hey, I’m a nice lady.) I could just dump all of my stories, already published on a Dutch forum, into one of those “translation-programmes”, downloadable for free at the world-wide-web. But, only a short piece already came out as a cross-over between pidgin-English-and-non-comprehendible-Portuguese-with-a-hint-of-Macao-Chinese”. So, that’s clearly not an option.

What I will do…….is get some shut-eye. Officially it’s now Wednesday here in The Netherlands. And the last thing I want is to wake up tomorrow with lots of pain. Cause then I have to take those darn pain-killers that make me see little purple elephants walking trough the room, being attacked by giant pink frogs. And…..well, that’s another reason to start one more (?, Pat might ban me forever) uh….rant.

Nec temere, Nec timide,

Jeanet (officially certified female blond in her 40’s.)