My Inner World

Tuesday Morning, I arrived in to work to a find blast from the past in my inbox. An English lady living in The Netherlands, that I used to be friends with, is coming over to Dublin for a week next Sunday. She was a member of the motorcycle club I was involved with. We were very close from when I was about 17 until I was 21. I would go over to her apartment for dinner, we would have loads of fun on Rallies. Spend Birthdays, New Year's Eve, Days at the beach, shopping at IKEA together.
She's about 12 years older than I am, but I was always very mature for my age and it was never a problem. This was the lady that pointed out to me that there were jobs in UPS in Ireland. The lady that organized a surprise party for me at the town bowling alley, I had NO clue! ;-)
She was a good friend.

When I was living here for about three months. She came over to stay with me. Other club members were in the country, too. She didn't want to go and see them, I did. And I was nasty to her. I don't remember exactly what happened. But I do remember getting very annoyed with her. I thought she was being very childish for some reason and I snapped at her. This startled her as I had never done that to her before. The situation became very awkward as she was staying with me in my house. Later, I met her at a rally in Germany, and it became obvious that some real damage had been done to the friendship at that was the last time I spoke to her. Almost 5.5 years ago. Thinking back on it, I regret the course our friendship took, all those years ago. Whereas I believe a friendship should be able to handle a few knocks, I do admit that I could have been a lot more diplomatic. I definitely should have handled things differently.

I have tried to send the occasional e-mail, but they were not well received, or so I thought. The e-mail this morning said when she would be here and asking if we could meet up.

I am delighted at this and treasure the idea of being able to apologize in person.

This week is shaping up pretty well!

A while ago I wrote this about a "political party" that is looking to gain ground in the Netherlands. You can find more information on these individuals here (Wikipedia).

It would seem that even with a huge amount of resistance and public uproar, they still plan on getting enough support declarations to be able to join in the upcoming elections. They will be going door to door to spread leaflets.

I hope someone opens their door, grabs one of these sick b*stards by the scruff of their neck, drags them to their basement and shows them what it's like to suffer like they have made these innocents to suffer.

Look at them:

They think they are SO right in persuing this....

I don't believe this is being allowed to happen in The Netherlands. That the "party" is even being allowed to campaign....

Back from holidays. Rain-filled holidays.. Leave it to us to go on holidays to a country that had been experiencing a heat wave right up until the day of our arrival, only to turn extremely wet the day after we land!
We ended up spending only two full days on my parents' boat. I don't care how big, when it's bucketing down, a boat is NOT the place to be!
Also, me and my mother in the same confined space for longer than an hour or two is asking for trouble. We seem to be hell-bent on misunderstanding each other. To take each other the wrong way.
When I see her, I see me. How I used to be before I met Paddy. Seeing everything as an attack. Snappy. But deep down, meaning well. Paddy and his family let me see that this is not the way a family should function.
My mam and I are not close. She has once said to be that she did not want us to be too close because she lost her own mother when she was in her twenties and that was incredibly hard for her. She did not want me to go through the same thing. She thought a bit of distance would be a good thing. So, for better or for worse, that is what we got, distance. I tend to be able to talk better with my Dad. He was rarely at home when I was growing up. He was always at work and if he was at home, he would be behind the PC for work. We had a very toxic relationship right up until me leaving for Ireland.
My mom was always the one that worked on maintaining contact between my brother and I, and them. Ironic, that now I feel closer to my Dad than to my mam.
I can see her trying SO hard. Having such a hard time with what that waste of space of a brother of mine has put her (them) through. And I wish I could make her feel better. I wish I felt more for her than I do. I love her, she's my mam. But that doesn't equal being close emotionally.

It was lovely to see my friend again though. I deliberately kept the list of people to see to just one. She is my very best friend and I love her, and her three kids, to pieces. She came to the boat for a day, and she and I went to dinner at Humphrey's and to see a movie (extremely so so, a bit of a no brainer. Kind of like Chinese food for the brain) one evening. Spending time together like friends do, is rather exceptional for us. We thoroughly enjoyed it!
If, When I pass my test at the end of the month, we are driving over to Galway when she comes over! Going to go see these:

And in the evening enjoy some of this:



And this:



Can't wait!


Right, better get back to it in here.....

Let me start by telling you that this subject gets me REALLY worked up.

A few months ago I first caught wind of it. A group of pedeophiles have decided that they need to be acknowledged as valid participants in society.
To facilitate this they have started their own "Political Party".
They feel that the choice of intercourse with an adult should be left to the child. If an 11 year old boy "wants" to sleep with a 45 year old woman, he should be allowed to according to these sick and disturbed people. A 6 year old has "urges" too, that need to be met according to them.
They say that the fact that "these children are denied sexual experiences with adults is detrimental to the children."
They use examples of the Ancient Greeks and current civilizations in Africa in which mothers perform Oral s*x acts on their male children.
One of their party points is that they want the legal age for s*x to be 12. (As if they would stop there, I ended up on their site through link-hopping. The things they say about two year old. Horrible. I clicked away very quickly)

I can't begin to explain how much it disturbs me to read the on-line articles about this group. They call themselves the: "Party of neighborly love, freedom and diversity" The founder has been heard to say in a radio interview that his idea of a perfect society would be villages in which people lend their children to each other for s*x.
He has had to go in to hiding after receiving death threats. His first hiding place was a camping site that he has used for years. The other guests say that he always had groups of boys hanging around his caravan but that they never used to think anything of it. He had to leave the camping site because he was conducting his Political Party business from his caravan and that is against the policies. They told him to leave. (Personnaly I think torching his caravan while he slept would have been a better idea)

Now, a judge has declared that this "Political Party" has a right to exist. Under the motto of "I may not agree with what you are saying but I will defend your right to say it" this judge states that it would be unconstitutional for the Party to be denied existence.
The Hague is a buzz now of different party's trying to find ways of making this Party go away.

I agree, this party should not exist. But what worries me also, is that the people involved in this are suprised at the response their Party has received.
They actually believe they have a valid point. THAT THEY ARE DOING THE RIGHT THING! This scares me out of my mind. If I think about it too much, I will scream.
My heart breaks for the children that ended up in the hands of these animals, these savages. "The child is enjoying it" What the Hell??

The Dutch legal system is way to lenient. The punishments for (child)-rape are laughable. They are no detterant. The same goes for many other countries.
I remember a Belgian Case of a young girl being raped and beaten up years ago. The man got something stupid like 2 years and had to report to the jail the following week. The father and the uncles visited the man with a few baseball bats. I remember thinking "Good for them!!"
They were not given any other choice but to take the law in to their own hands. I can't say I wouldn't do the same.

We have had two political assasinations in The Netherlands in the last few years. One was a politician with some pretty strong ideas on Immigration, the other a documentary film maker who exposed some things regarding Muslims in The Netherlands. THESE people they shoot?! And these Pedeophiles, these sick and twisted b*stards get to roam the streets?

Personally, I feel that chemical castration would be a very good idea for the male offenders. For the female ones? I am not sure. Maybe there is some kind of drug that can be given that turns them in to vegetables? The thing there is that they would be burden on society then. I think death is to easy and quick for them but what are the alternatives? Something that suppresses desire. The desire to do anything?
Or maybe just lock them up and let victims of these crimes decide what they want to have done to them?

The one "good" thing, is that there is a members list now. I am sure there are some talented hackers out there that could get this list and distribute this on the Internet. See how safe these animals will feel walking the streets after their "sexual orientation" becomes public knowledge.
(I find the fact that they call it a sexual orientation to ridiculous for words - like it should be seen in the same light as "Straight" "Gay" or "Bi-sexual" Come on!)

The Netherlands is already known too much for their "anything goes" policies. It's going too far now. The fast majority of my fellow country men and woman are dead set against this group though and this gives me hope.

The world just seems to be going crazy. In The Netherlands, where Political Parties like these are allowed to exist.
In Ireland, where a man was released from jail after having laced a 13 year old with drink and drugs and having s*x with her. He was released because he said he did not know she was 13. Apparently you can not jail a man if he did not know at the time that he was breaking the law. (So much for ignorance of the law not being an excuse. And not knowing she was 13? Give me a break!)

Man, this post became a lot less coherent than I meant it to be. When it comes to this subject, I guess I just can't think/write straight with anger......

There is a new Political Party being set up in The Netherlands. I can not describe how much this particluar party disturbs me. There are pedophiles saying that they need to be recognized as citizens. That they have rights that need to be acknowledged. To facilitate this, they are starting a Political Party. The Dutch are in uproar.

I am going to take some time tomorrow and write a proper post about it. I will need to get my head together properly.
Paddy is just back after a weekend with the Lads and I am going to enjoy his company.


'Till tomorrow!

My daughter, Munchkin, and I just came back from a week’s holidays in The Netherlands. We have not been on a family holiday in ages. It always seems to be bad timing. Well, good timing has arrived on our doorstep in the form of a lovely cheque from the tax people! I know, somewhere there is a big gaping hole in the space-time continuum! Birds are falling silent, and the wind has dropped.
The cosmos must be confused, but I won’t tell if you won’t!
So, next August we take for the skies once more. The three of us are heading to the Netherlands for a week on my parent’s boat, going out with friends (me) and fishing (him) and being doted upon (her).
I am just after booking on-line and mentally I am already sipping on a nice cold glass of White Beer (shut up, it is too nice!) and lathering on the sun-block.
And he, if the weather sucks big hairy monkey balls, which let’s face it, is a possibility with it being the Netherlands and all, there are plenty of other things to do! It’s home baby!
I miss the food, the roads, the fact that I can go in to a shop five minutes before closing and still get a loaf of brown bread! Going to see my friends whenever I want to, that’s a biggie…..
Roll on August is all I can say. Roll on!