This article is based on this Dutch article of Martijn Benders
In the Joe Rogan show, the anarchist Michael Malice refers to Harris as ‘America’s Winemom’, and there’s an interesting segment where photos of Biden are compared, showing him clearly at different heights.
Today I’m heading to Castlefest, so I don’t have much time to write a piece. Nonetheless, I had an epiphany: years of uncertainty about Mark Rutte’s sexuality vanished when I saw a Temu advert on Facebook.
The man is clearly Pinocchio-sexual, describing people who understand that lying is more than just not telling the truth.
Why does Dick Schoof remain desperately hidden in that fire-prone little tower with all those secret documents, all those byproducts of Committee Stealth and The Society of the Black Hand?
Isn’t that terribly passive-aggressive behavior? The man simply hopes the whole thing goes up in flames. All those missing text messages from the coronavirus period and all those other sneaky things—they had four years to move everything and install it elsewhere—plenty of time for any security measures. But no, there sits Dick in the fire-prone tower, hoping to be rid of his own past.
Is it progress that Pseudologus Devotus now has his own sex toys? Maybe they can all try a caterpillar form together? Ah, Benders, you’ve already addressed the nose in The Eternal Initiation—the fake nose as a symbol of power, which is quintessentially British. But what’s not British is discussing it.
Men who feel a deep connection with their own puppets. It reminds one of the history of the ventriloquist’s dummy and the history of Christianity itself: there was only one Christian and he died on the cross, as Nietzsche put it: but he died for all our sins and look, from that wooden cross, strings run to their arms and legs. He died for all our sins.
Who knows the intimacy with the imaginary friend better than the Christian? He comes, he comes, and he dies every time you forget to sin for a moment.
Puppet sexuality: didn’t Rutte also have a collection of teddy bears in the little tower? Wouldn’t he have kept them for his beloved puppet?
I think so.
I think Dick will accept the fines from Mayor Jan van Zanen. Bring on those fines! A hundred thousand per week, that is the salvation that awaits us, surely worth it for us puppets of duty.
The dutiful one died for all our sins. His own sins are instantly forgotten because memory has little grip in dead wood.
