You're Up to No Gouda!!
Sorry for this late reply, but not receiving a generous stipend from the House of Orange, as some I could mention do, makes it necessary for me to earn an honest crust. Those TMF members whose brains are not befogged by habitual ingestion of that vile D____ch beverage, Advocaat –which as its name implies is made of FERMENTED LAWYERS may be aware of the foul aaspercioons which are being cast upon me by the BeKlompened Kohorts.
Make no mistake, this is an orchestrated attack, funded doubly by the vile proceeds of the blood diamonds which, (stolen from the honest Africans by De Beers), flow like a stream of effluent through the benighted gutters of Amsterdam, and the revenues of Shell Oil and its chairman, Ousama bijn Leyden, co-ordinated by none other than the spiritual heir of the despicable Bjenedijkt van der Aarnoold, Krankzinnige Kapitein!
His paymasters’ generosity in attempting to smear my nationality has enabled the use of, firstly, the use of Poornografijk woodcuts, secondly the ‘artwork’ of a man so secretive that his last name has never been permitted to be used in ordinary speech (it’s Rembrandt VAN RIJN, you poor deluded tools of D___ch perfidy)- and lastly some distorted drawings which might mislead the credulous.
MIGHT mislead- until we take into account that this sort of psychosis-on-canvas is TYPICAL of the type of ‘drawing’ indulged in by the Auricularly-Challenged maniac, VINCENT VAN GOGH!!!
Additionally, my TMF Inbox has been hijacked (see?! the 'j' is THERE NATURALLY) by the Mijnions of Maastrict, having been bombarded with ghastly images of that Fleur de Mal, the opium-clogged TULIP, in an attempt to derail my crusade against the Learned Elders of the Hague.
The evidence is irrefutable, and yet again the fetid machinations of Krankzinnige Kapitein are laid bare before a horrified world.