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During the 1980s there was a song called "Promised You A Miracle" but I always heard it as "Promised You America." And that is where my blog received its title from.  In the previous century, after the Second World War, many Europeans sought to immigrate to the United States. America was the promised land. It was a beautiful, safe country. And a free country, there was no welfare state. The immigrants that came to America had to work to survive, there was no alternative.  My father was one such immigrant after leaving Holland after the Second World War. He worked many odd jobs until he became his own salesperson, first selling Dutch chocolate from his VW van to supermarkets in the US, and thereafter, eventually by hard work, becoming a successful fine art dealer.  One of my first jobs after arriving in America in 1983 was that of a busboy at the Bankers Club Carnelian Room. Some people might look down on that but I was looking down upon them as the restaurant was on

Geert Wilders Vs King Willem-Alexander

King Willem-Alexander and his wife, Queen Maxima, are World Economic Forum (WEF) globalists who are loyal to the European Union and the United Nations. In fact, they are both board members of the UN and are actively involved in implementing its agenda.   

Furthermore King Willem-Alexander is a proponent of "climate change" and so-called "open-borders." In other words, everything that King Willem-Alexander is for, Geert Wilders is against.

So why is Geert Wilders showing up at the royal palace with a gift for King Willem-Alexander? And more importantly, why are they both advertising this publicly? What is this display really all about? 

Geert Wilders presenting King Willem-Alexander with a bottle of Hungarian palinka 

One can only speculate, but it was a staged event to benefit them both. And though it is presented as if it were a natural, spontaneous event, in the case of King Willem-Alexander it had to be cleared by his PR team and his many political advisers -- the professional photographer didn't happen to be in the palace that day. Probably over fifty to hundred pictures were taken, and after careful examination only a few chosen ones were selected for their friends in the Dutch media. Politics is a Hollywood show, at least in the case of these two men.

The truth is that both these men need each other, at least for now.

For King Willem-Alexander the most important currency is his popularity with the Dutch people. At the time they met, Geert Wilders' political party, the PVV, was the most popular in the Netherlands.

In contrast, the Dutch monarchy is losing popularity with the Dutch people, for numerous reasons. One of them was then Queen Beatrix's contemptuous and divisive reign. King Willem-Alexander is well aware of the mistakes of his mother. She had openly shown disrespect for both Pim Fortuyn and Theo van Gogh, both iconic Dutch patriots. Both were murdered in broad daylight. A certain segment of the Dutch population never forgave her for that.

King Willem-Alexander's meeting with Wilders was symbolically extending an olive branch to this segment of the Dutch populous. And there was no other politician who could help the King with that more than Geert Wilders.

Another thing King Willem-Alexander knows is that Geert Wilders is the best debater in the Dutch parliament. And if Wilders ever went "nuclear" and publicly opposed the monarchy or publicly questioned the amount of money it takes away from the Dutch public in the form of "subsidies" and "financing" each year -- and this is anywhere from 200 to 500 million euros -- Wilders could certainly irreversibly damage the popularity of the Dutch monarchy and even its future existence. Moreover, Wilders knows secrets about the the Dutch monarchy, and the King knows that he does.

For Geert Wilders the most important currency is his physical safety and that of his family. And there is no one who can help him more with that than King Willem-Alexander. The Dutch monarchy not only controls the secret service and intelligence agencies, but they also have lots of real-estate. As an anti-Islam politician, Wilders is protected 24/7 and has to constantly plot his whereabouts.

Hence, there is an unwritten quid pro quo between Wilders and the King.

For now the waters are calm but that would all change if one day Geert Wilders would to become Prime Minister. It would become a situation that then Queen Beatrix didn't want: to share power with a Prime Minister Pim Fortuyn. That would hold true for King Willem-Alexander as well. He wouldn't want to share power with a Prime Minister Geert Wilders.

A Prime Minister Geert Wilders could dramaticly reduce the political activities, size, scope and power of the Dutch monarchy. And King Willem-Alexander in turn would be pressured by many Dutch politicians and foreign leaders to reign in a Prime Minister Geert Wilders and to publicly speak out against him, albeit indirectly. It would be like the BBC television serial "To Play the King," (starring Ian Richardson and Michael Kitchen) and this didn't end well for the king.
BBC "To Play the King" Francis Urquhart Vs The King 

Her Majesty Queen Máxima of the Netherlands has served as the United Nations Secretary-General’s Special Advocate for Inclusive Finance for Development (UNSGSA) since 2009.



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