A throwback to the old days when we didn't feel the urge to babystep our way around surface to shoe homing toes. Cabaret has been so dull since van Gogh was mutually respected by a peaceful person, thank god we still have Hans Teeuwen. He made a song where he makes a suggestion for our muslims where best to put their prophet, and some innuendo about possible wooly sexpartners that say beeeeeeeeeeeeh. Nice? No not at all. Wise? Even less so. But I fully aplaud it, it has been a while since I had a laugh like this. Showed it my mom, and her reaction says enough: 'he is crazy we are dealing with cavemen here'. My mom is always right. It's pretty crazy in the scared pussywussy country we have become, and I salute him for it. Ahhhh, a bit of freedom, how I missed it.
Can't post song, would break rules.
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