I
was brought to Salomonson in a black car. His house is decorated with lots of
marble details. There was an enormous living room. On the right, a stairway
down into the cellars. Leather hats, whips, chains, all that sort of things
would hang on the walls. That’s when I saw prince Claus. I was under the
influence of drugs and was penetrated. Mister Karel Maasdam abused me in Salomonson’s cellars.
Dear
Reader, it has to be said: not everything you read on the Internet is
necessarily true, though I can tell you that this blog is ruthlessly and
insanely trustworthy. Therefore, I asked Mr. Fernández, who, in regard to the
European royal houses, is a walking Hola magazine.
“It’s been
rumored for years,” he said. As is the rumor that he had been photographed in
gay bars in New York. Oh, and got thrown
out of a diplomatic post somewhere or another because of a relationship
with a man. And did I mention the rumor that the Dutch government is being
blackmailed by Demmink,
which accounts for the remarkably relaxed…
Wait,
stuporous…
Try
somniforesce….
What am I
trying to say? That comatose people move faster than the Dutch judicial system
when the vexing
question of pedophilia strolls into view.
Here’s what
The Guardian had to
say in a report from 2000.
Not
just once but repeatedly, evidence had come to the attention of police in
England and the Netherlands, that, for pleasure and profit, some of the exiled
paedophiles in Amsterdam had murdered boys in front of the camera. Some of the
evidence had been pursued. Some of it had been ignored. None of it had led to a
murder charge. For a short while, the Bristol detectives thought they might be
able to make progress in tracking down the truth; but when two of them flew to
Amsterdam in the autumn of 1998 to pass on their information to Dutch officers,
they hit a wall.
Terry
had described the flat in Amsterdam where he had seen the video; he had named
the owner of the flat who was, by implication, also owner of the video; he had
provided the name of the man who carried out the killing; he had described
events on the video in detail; he had provided the approximate age and the
first name of the dead boy.
Dutch
police said it was not enough: without the full name of a victim, they would
not begin an investigation. Having fought their way through the swamp of
inertia which surrounds British policing and prosecution of child abuse, the
Bristol detectives had now hit the deeper swamp of virtual paralysis that
afflicts its international policing. Within their own jurisdictions, there are
now specialist paedophilia detectives - for example, in London and Amsterdam -
who will work relentlessly to lock up predatory child abusers.
Yeah?
Dutch police won’t investigate a murder without the full name of a victim? And
by the way, what’s going on with the Dutch? Here’s the BBC from 2006:
A political
party with a paedophile agenda has been registered in The Netherlands,
prompting outrage among many parts of society.
The party
plans to push for a cut in the legal age for sexual relations to 12 from 16 and
for legalisation of child pornography and sex with animals.
Well, it
raised eyebrows and ruffled feathers. But despite efforts to disband the party,
a group of judges ruled in April of 2013 that the organization had committed no
crimes and could not legally be abolished. Oh, and by the way, guess who was on
the board of directors.
A priest!
Yup—here’s
Huffington Post:
The
order's top official in the Netherlands, Delegate Herman Spronck, confirmed in
a statement that the priest – identified by RTL Nieuws as 73-year-old
"Father Van B." – served on the board of "Martijn," a group
that campaigns to end the Dutch ban on adult-child sex.
Oh, and
what do the Salesians—the order to which Father van B belongs—do? Here’s more
from Huffington:
According
to its website, the Dutch arm of the Salesians has 14 employees and 400
volunteers and aims to help poor children.
Stayed
tuned for tomorrow, when I confidently expect to announce the news: man bites
dog…..
