🇺🇸Reporter: "Trump is saying Iran tried to assassinate him in Turkey."
🇮🇷Araghchi: "No. There is absolutely no need for it."
🇺🇸Reporter: "Why?"
🇮🇷Araghchi: "Trump is already destroying the United States. We don't want to eliminate him."
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Yes, he said it.
Muammar Gaddafi made the statement in a midnight interview with journalist Marie Colvin in Tripoli in summer 1986. It was published August 3, 1986, in The Pittsburgh Press via UPI under the title “Gadhafi, the man the world loves to hate.”
Exact wording from the article: “I think Americans are good. But America will be taken over and destroyed from inside by the Zionist lobby. The Americans do not see this. They are getting decadent. Zionists will use this to destroy them.”
BREAKING: Using experimental quantum lip-reading AI, classified DARPA audio reconstruction tech, and a leftover NSA microwave mic we found in a dumpster, we exclusively recovered the FULL private conversation between Netanyahu, Pete Hegseth, and Marco Rubio at Lindsey Graham’s funeral.
Here’s exactly what was said:
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Morocco beat the Netherlands. That is because they are united and we are not!
I wrote this column just before the match. I heartily congratulate the Dutch Moroccans on their victory. More than deserved.
Tonight at three o'clock, the Atlas Lions and the Orange Lions will fly into each other's manes, somewhere on a football field in Monterrey, Mexico.
In the Moroccan ranks, no fewer than three players born in the Netherlands play football: Noussair Mazraoui, Sofyan Amrabat, and Anass Salah-Eddine. In fact, twenty players for Morocco were born abroad. In one match, this even applied to the entire squad. While in the Dutch national team, only Guus Til was born abroad. In Samfya, Zambia, to be precise.
And even though the Moroccan Lions were flown in from all over the world, except from the Atlas Mountains, the Moroccan national team consists exclusively of Moroccans. No one doubts their Moroccan unity, their loyalty, and their heritage.
A stark contrast to the Dutch national team, which consists of a colorful cultural collection of players with roots in Suriname, Togo, Ivory Coast, Ghana, and the Antilles. And strangely enough, not a single Moroccan. Get me right, there is nothing wrong with a Dutch national team where the majority are not, or only partially, of Dutch descent. The Netherlands is, whether we like it or not, a country of immigration. Those footballers can't help that. And for fans of the game, it is nice that those boys rally under the Dutch flag, because the Netherlands can no longer rely on its own football talent. Yet it is precisely the monocultural nature of the Moroccan team—their remarkable loyalty to their own people, their unity within a diaspora which, one might suspect, should actually cause weakening and dilution—that draws my attention. It arouses my wonder and admiration.
Regardless of the outcome of the match and the insane scenes of explosive joy or rage that will undoubtedly plague the Dutch suburbs and city centers, and despite the answer to the question of which of the two lions will get a sporting kick in the balls tonight, one important lesson from the Maghreb is perfectly clear to me. And that flies further than a football.
Moroccans know how to preserve their culture, their identity, and their loyalty to their heritage, even though they are scattered across the globe. Ultimately, their loyalty always belongs to their own people, and absolutely not to the place where they happened to be born or moved to. And I think that's a good thing. While the Dutch have been taught the concept of multiculturalism as a synonym for blind integration, unity, and equality in everything, against their will, Moroccans retain their own culture, including ties to the motherland, within a multicultural playing field, wherever that may be.
They are monocultural in a multicultural world. And they find support, strength, and benefit in each other, whereas we Dutch, encouraged by politics and the media, are busy dissolving ourselves as quickly as possible into an individualistic soup of everything and everyone. E pluribus unum in its most aggressive form.
While the Dutch view multiculturalism as Count Kalergi's wet dream—the mixing of all peoples in a single cauldron, in which distinctiveness and origins merge under pressure into a monocultural, lukewarm, caramel-colored sludge—Moroccans continue to see themselves as Moroccans, wherever in the world they may be. We can learn a lot from them, because they understand how to survive culturally as a people in a harsh multicultural world. And we will have to learn those lessons lightning fast. For the rot has already penetrated into the capillaries of our country. And the population replacement is being continued willfully and at a rapid pace.
What remains of us is a people that has been slowly but surely detached from its territory and inheritance rights. That must wait in line for everything. That must watch in bewilderment as once self-evident claims to property, wealth, cultural treasures, and land are built on quicksand. Under the adage that everything belongs to us, nowadays belongs to everyone.
That claiming something of one’s own is fascist, and that we, as a “guilty white people,” should be ashamed and stand at the back of the line when there are jobs, subsidies, or internships to be distributed.
A people that, due to far-reaching individualization, no longer knows how to find each other in their way with our society. Face it. The once so proud Dutch nation can no longer be saved, due to the actions of evil actors, but also due to our own naivety, shortsightedness, and weakness.
In a few years, we Dutch will collectively be persona non grata in our own country. A development that cannot be stopped. Due to forced mass immigration, because the Dutch, unlike immigrants, refuse to have children, and because we are increasingly just taking to the streets ourselves, heading out into the wide world. For the Dutch nation, it is too late. I am convinced of that, but the Dutch people can still be saved, although presumably in diaspora.
Just like the Moroccans, we will continue our existence as a people, everywhere in the world. Some fifteen million people scattered across enclaves, jungles, steppes, and distant grassy plains. Wandering on stray yachts, digging and tilling in communes, and isolated in mountain villages.
Like Apaches or Sioux in our own polder reserves, in the Netherlands, on stretches of countryside not yet terminally affected by the imposed cancer of population replacement, such as the Bible Belt, the islands, and Friesland. The last of the Polder Mohicans.
The Dutch, separate from the Netherlands yet as one community. Intuitively and inextricably connected by their background forged together over many centuries. Born with the wild water, the lush grass, and the rich clay in their genes. It sounds beautiful and sad at the same time. Such a new Netherlands, detached from the stolen land. And our survival, as a people without a nation, without a country of our own, is far from a given.
If we want to survive, we need a much stronger self-awareness and a much deeper and more pronounced bond with one another. Without the timidity, the shame, or the scruples that are now so deeply rooted in our cheeseheads. We need a king. And a flag. As far as I am concerned, the proud “blue white red”. The flag of New Netherland. Above all, we must repair our union.
The unspoken union that now shows so many holes and tears, after years of imposed self-hatred and the typical Dutch fly-catching, that stingy, petty-bourgeois neighbor hatred and envy.
Which cause that union to break at the slightest pressure.
God is there only for all of us. If there is such a thing as “all.” If we want to survive the current population replacement offensive, we as the Dutch must rise above ourselves. Culturally and traditionally.
We are forced to prove that “we do indeed exist and therefore have a right to exist.” A proposition so obviously logical, until Maxima’s infamous statement, that it was never brought up. A proposition that is now being challenged increasingly openly on television, in the newspapers, and in the House of Representatives.
Let us ensure that our children gain much more knowledge of our culture, history, and traditions before it disappears in a cloud of TikTok videos. Let us pass everything on to them. The VOC. The WIC. The Sea Beggars. Our victories over Spain and England. Our guilder. Our dollar. Our world domination. The paintings of Breitner and Vermeer. The poems of Piet Paaltjens. The origins of Van Diemen's country, New Zealand, Vancouver, and Harlem.
Let us save our children from the road of our mentality. Pass on the gift of values to them. Like our Christian faith! Like our neighborliness. And the Dutch language, which is increasingly being corrupted into a kind of jungle gibberish.
And above all. Immediately let go of all the instilled shame about who we are. It is poison. Without shared values, we are lost as a people. Literally lost in time and space.
Listen no longer to the traitors who want to wipe us out. They have already caused immeasurable damage. At the mention of their names, our grandchildren will spit on the ground for centuries to come.
We Dutch are no better than the rest. The rest is no better than us.
But we Dutch people, too, are worthy of existing and flourishing. Together with the other peoples, in mutual respect and from a position of strength and pride. Within and outside the Netherlands.
Only when we rediscover ourselves do we find the way forward. So mourn for what was and what we had. Our old Netherlands will never return. But also realize.
We Dutch are still here. And we are staying.
Enjoy the match. It's going to be a heated affair.
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