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The Dutch Monarchy: The Enemy of The Dutch People

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Though nobody knows exactly how wealthy the Dutch monarchy is, or what stocks they have their billions of dollars invested in, it is widely believed that they have large ownership in Dutch multinationals companies -- companies such as Royal Dutch Shell, Unilever, Heineken, Philips, AkzoNobel, and many, many more. 

As a result, the democratically elected Dutch government has tremendous conflicts of interest. Does it represent the Dutch people and fight for their safety and their standard of living? Or does it represent the Dutch crown, its prestige, and its global investments?

Does the Dutch Ministry of Foreign Affairs, for example, fight for the welfare of the Dutch citizen? Or does it use its annual budget of 13 billion euros to advance the international development and trade of its multinational companies?

The notion that the Dutch monarchy is a politically passive institution with limited constitutional powers is perhaps the biggest and longest lasting lie in the Netherlands. Or shoul…

SHE DROVE A CITROËN SM

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SAN FRANCISCO -- 1983-85:  And one of my favorite places to go was a place called Dancers, located on Harrison and Second Street.  Dancers was a large, dark place with many colored lights flashing around as an industrial-beat of music kept breeding an inescapable aura of sexuality. At least this is what it felt like after a second beer.  At Dancers the libido was liberated and celebrated, and girls were dancing everywhere, including on top of the bar.  And it was at Dancers where I would finally meet my first girlfriend, Brionna.

Before meeting her that night, I had already been rejected by a dozen other girls.  I had walked up to one-after-another, requesting a dance but the response was always “No Thanks.”  Part of it had to do with my Dutch disco outfit, white jeans, green Acosta shirt and white leather dress shoes.  Perhaps I was overdressed since most of the clubbers were wearing torn jeans and torn t-shirts.  But more than not getting the fashion right, I had noticed that most cl…

PROMISED YOU AMERICA

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There was a song during the eighties by the Scottish rock band, Simple Minds, called “Promised You a Miracle.”  But I always heard it as "Promised You America."  In 1983, after graduating from high school in Holland, I stepped aboard a KLM Boeing 747 to Los Angeles, California.  It was a one-way ticket to paradise, at least so I thought at the age of eighteen.  It was to be my long awaited escape from the Dutch rain and wind to a land of sunshine and opportunity — from grey skies to blue skies — from socialism to capitalism.

As a teenager growing-up in Holland, I used to watch numerous American TV shows.  The one that I really liked was Magnum, P.I. starring Tom Selleck.  At this time in Holland there were only two government television channels, and they didn’t commence until 3pm in the afternoon and ended slightly passed 11pm.  And though Magnum, P.I. was featured only once a week, it provided me with enough inspiration to enter the world of palm trees, white beaches, beaut…

OBJECTIVISTS & OBJECTIVISM

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THE JEFFERSON SCHOOL -- 1987: During my time in Dallas, no matter what I was doing, I would still continue to read Ayn Rand books and had begun reading Introduction to Objectivist Epistemology.  This was the most philosophical book I had read, and I had to read it slowly, and re-read each chapter. Nevertheless, I felt at this point that I had reached the ability to think conceptually, something I had never learned in high school.  And this gave me a sense of accomplishment.  Unfortunately though, there were very few people I could share this sense of accomplishment with, and this always made me think of Briona.

I had met other women, some very beautiful as Dallas had so many, but the encounters never went far beyond the sexual attraction or occasional interaction.  I had longed to be in a romantic relationship, but many of the women I had met seemed uninterested in current affairs, politics or even simple thought provoking conversations, and none had ever heard of Ayn Rand. And this pr…