Besides that I’ve been dealing with completely bonkers and often pretty aggressive and extremely biased behaviors from people at the local municipality (civic offices, council), there is also a trend here to use EXPLOSIVES when people aren’t getting along.

Portsmouth is pretty tame by comparison. It’s hard to believe that I really just wrote that.*

Yesterday evening, there was another explosion. This one happened in The Hague, at a location that houses a few law firms.

That was the 768th incident in the Netherlands this year with explosives.

Last year, in the same period, there were 497 incidents with explosives.

The Dutch police’s High Impact Crime program manager (Jos van der Stap) says that about half of these incidents are likely not linked to crime, according to an article published by NOS yesterday.

When people aren’t getting along in the Netherlands, they increasingly often try to scare the shit out of the other party by placing explosives at that person’s home.

You may have to read that again.

Last year, criminologist Kasper van der Kemp suggested that copycat behavior may play a role. People notice that you can really scare the hell out of someone by exploding a device at someone’s home. It gives off the message “We know where you live and we can get to you and your loved ones any time we want”.

(Apparently, part of the problem is that it is very easy to acquire explosives in the Netherlands.) (WTF?)

With Dutch civic offices staff harassing random people at their home just because they haven’t paid their water bill yet because they had a high dentistry bill or whatever, violating their rights, sharing their contact details and even climbing onto their balconies via the homes and balconies of those people’s neighbors, I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that it’s Dutch local government staff practices that actually launched this trend of placing explosives at people’s homes in the Netherlands. It’s the exact same type of behavior after all.

These civic offices people behave in a way that I imagine the Gestapo may have operated in as well. Not a pleasant idea. What is it with all these Nazi-like revivals? We’ve seen the Conservatives in the UK go knee-deep and maybe even waste-deep go into that as well. Talk of reducing certain people’s numbers. Encouraging people to report one another if they even were only cycling activists or against the badger culls. Curbing – canceling – the right to peaceful protests.

Is this the impact that Geert Wilders has had on this country while I was away?

I barely recognize this country, relative to what it used to be like. There’s almost nothing left of it.

(Sorry England, for all my moaning. Things really are better there now in many respects. The Netherlands has gone completely down the drain.)

*The local culture is a bit odd too, though. Maybe that is why? My interactions with most folks in the rest of the Netherlands are actually pretty normal. Anyway, I deserve to be able to LIVE MY LIFE again and not be told “u ben gewoon aggelijk, mevrouw” or versions there of all the time, and be told I cannot work, cannot enjoy myself, cannot go out into the world and do fun things, be forced to watch TV or YouTube all day, and cannot even go on a long vacation if I want to because that is literally not allowed here. It’s not permitted; if you go on a long vacation, you get kicked out. These people just want to declare you dead and want you to agree with that assessment. Just because you’re over 55 or, rather, maybe, because there is such a heavy stigma on the address. If you don’t agree, they basically claim that you have dementia and that this is why you can’t remember that you’re dead (or learning-disabled). It’s awful, so damn awful that it makes me shudder inside.

This kind of stuff went on in Portsmouth too, but here, it’s much much much worse, and here it’s pure gerontophobia, pure contempt. In Portsmouth, it seemed to be more about that people had been told – and believed – that I had been in a serious car accident or was learning-disabled and all that bullshit. It was childish stupid stuff.

There are stupid games going on too, here. Acting. Among some of the staff. No idea what it is about, other than contempt. I don’t want to know, I just want the hell out of this place. I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I moved into this apartment. It was supposed to be just an apartment, not a bloody penal colony where you get punished for daring to be 55+. It’s awful.

In Portsmouth, people accost each other physically – maniacs put each other in hospital or in the grave there – and you often get harassed at places like the Asda supermarket or when walk to your local Lidl and so on, but you won’t find civic offices staff climbing onto people’s balconies and doing other crazy unhinged stuff, which is quite something else. It takes the cake, doesn’t it? Over there, in Portsmouth, it’s yobs who do that sort of thing. It’s pretty normal there to have to chase yobs off the roofs and patios and out of your front garden. Yobs in Portsmouth know that they are doing something that they are not supposed to be doing; they just want to rile people up. Purmerend civics offices staff appears to be mostly completely unhinged. They started a witch hunt, apparently also just to rile me up, before any of these people had even ever spoken with me. They never asked any relevant questions but apparently spread a lot or rumors about me among themselves; I can only guess.

The biggest real estate outfit in town basically appears to dictate what happens at the civic offices, though. It’s very unpleasant.