Everything Ends One Day...

(This post is from January 2nd 2013 and I had initially posted it on Facebook, but I feel like filling up some empty spaces here.)

Listening to the radio in moderation, one gets a glimpse of what most people seem to be interested in nowadays. Let me join the mindless chatter on this rare occasion. What happened was that today's hot news is Van der Vaart's (the soccer player and not a bad one at that) beating his wife to the ground during a New Year's Eve party or around that time. The bruise must still be fresh, methinks. I doth wonder if Raffie timed it like that. Maybe with all the fireworks exploding, the WHAM!!! in her face (I guess it was not a bitchslap) would perhaps go unnoticed, his wife thinking it was a Chinese piece of garbage that misfired and instead of exploding into the sky, hit her full-frontal. According to the management of the couple (?!), the two had been growing apart for a while (I can see that, if you have a management managing you two), but to the outside world of glamour and blitz, they were the epitome of a great marriage. Bwahahah. Right. Save me the tears. Marriage is a commodity today to most, a symbol of status, a display of personal pride. Perhaps half of marriages, if I remember correctly, go wrong and end in divorce, and trust me when I say that the remaining marriages ain't perfect, either, for the most part. Boy meets girl or vice versa, he goes wild every time he sees her naked, she goes wild, too, at the prospect of a baby and a nice cozy house and smotherly love and a nice income is shared by both. Then comes the problems. You can see I am no fan of marriage. It's for suckers.

Basically, we have a guy who kicks balls for a living and that is an honest job, I admit. If they'd pay me to kick balls, I know a few I'd like to kick hard. Right between the poles. My accuracy is deadly. Anyways, his mate was a vacuous troll of a woman interested in superfluous nothingness, but that is my opinion and it is of no relevance, I guess. I don't understand why people see anything else in her, but never mind. People don't know who Niels Bohr was, but they do know what Sylvie van der vaart was wearing last week. The two married in 2005, produced one kid after a year (good shot, Raffie) and now it's over, how sad... None saw it coming.

Please, it's now time to place bets. Who says both will get married to someone else within one year and who says two? And do you think Raffie's fanmail will increase with 40% or with 50%? Any bets? And what chemical cocktail will Silvie use on her battered cheek? Foundation? 'Cause she's worth it? I'm mixing up brands here, I know.

Who thinks men should never hit women? Who thinks women deserve a good spanking now and again? Who thinks men deserve a solid beating regularly? What do you think triggered the assault? Did he get drunk or did she get drunk, or both? The questions are endless. Their sex life must've been awful, right? Now I understand why people don't have time these days for an intelligent discussion about life and the universe. I lost ... 15 minutes typing this, but it was fun. I will probably not think of those two for months to come, perhaps years.

In all honesty, in respect to their feelings, their marriage might have been great. I know nothing about it and it is not my interest. I just like to flex my muscles writing. The beating may be one of total frustration about everything going wrong. Love hurts when it goes bad. To dwell any longer on this would be crazy. Both have a TON of money and their own talents at making a TON more and if they play it well, they get more money due to all this publicity. If Raffie scores lotsa goals for the Dutch soccer team, he'll be a hero. In fact, I believe a neo-nazi would be able to become the Dutch captain of the team if only he makes 'us' world champion, the madness of soccer is really fucked-up here. It is important for the kid to grow up safely. In school, the other kids will yell his daddy is a wife beater. However, then mommie comes round in her big Range Rover, plowing smaller cars to the edges. The kid will be fine. Money makes life never very hard.

And now back to posting pics of kittens and puppies :) I am dreadfully sorry at having kept you so long, but probably no one reads this anyway. That is okay, too.