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PROMISED YOU AMERICA

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

BAUDET VS WILDERS


Most people on the so-called Right in the Netherlands have to decide around election time who they should vote for: the party of Geert Wilders, PVV. Or the party of Thierry Baudet, FVD. 

One may think that there isn't much difference, but there is a fundamental difference.

The difference lies in the honesty and sincerity of the party and their politicians.

Geert Wilders is perhaps the best debater and most skilled politician in the Dutch parliament (Tweede Kamer) and as such the most influential. He has been in the Dutch parliament for over 20 years.  

Wilders is on the side of truth when he speaks out against street violence and uncontrolled immigration into the Netherlands. He is also correct when he points out that most of the so-called refugees receive instant housing while Dutch-born citizens are on 10 year waiting lists. Most politicians on the so-called Left either minimize this or deny it, and instantaneously lose all credibility when debating Geert Wilders. Herein lies Geert Wilders' strength and attraction.

But Wilders loses a lot of credibility on other issues. For example during the corona pandemic he stated and tweeted that most of the elderly people in the hospital were unvaccinated people with "non-Western" backgrounds, seemingly hinting it was people with a Muslim backgrounds. Wilders seems obsessed with Islam, but it wasn't Islam that took away peoples' freedom since March of 2020. In fact, Wilders as the leader of the so-called Freedom party, supported the government "lockdowns." He later was against them, but not on principle: he never spoke out for freedom of the people and against totalitarian control of the government. He seems to favor this. 


To be continued . . .   

 




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