Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Dutch football club 'bans' non-native children

The ends of the Dutch Multi-cultural expirement? Or simple too many parallel societies?
Read it here:

A Dutch football club has announced it will no longer accept new junior members of foreign descent. It is not the only amateur club struggling with immigrant parents, who organisations claim do less than their share to keep their clubs running.


By Irene de Pous and Freek Schravesande

Sports bags were cast onto the pitch, quickly followed by two boys who wriggled their way through the fence surrounding it. It was 6:15 on a Thursday evening: practice time for the youngest members of amateur football club GLZ, located amidst Rotterdam's multiethnic neighbourhoods.

Junior coach Hatip Ersoy, on his way to the pitch with a net full of footballs, said he had been left aghast by the decision announced by Quick 1888 last week. This amateur football club in Nijmegen will be putting children of foreign descent who apply for membership on a waiting list, while allowing native Dutch youth members. "The stupidest thing they could do," Ersoy said. "Isn't a club supposed to be a reflection of its neighbourhood?"

Foreign parents don’t help out

The main motivation for Quick 1888's decision is that immigrant parents are generally less willing to spend time helping out at the club, either by staffing the cafeteria or by arranging for transport to away games. This is considered a sin at Dutch amateur football clubs, which are largely kept afloat by the goodwill and dedicated efforts of their members. Currently, over 80 percent of Quick 1888's juniors are of foreign descent, and it is suffering logistically as a result. Native Dutch are said to feel less and less at home at the club. Members of Nijmegen's' city council have already expressed their misgivings over Quick 1888's new policy. Five mothers sitting in GLZ's canteen on Thursday night were also astounded by the move. "Not involved? Us?" said mother Dilek, who hardly missed any of her son's practice sessions in the last five years.

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I feel so bad

I know I promised that I would write home to Mom every week, on Tuesday after lunch, as soon as she died, and she's been dead for years now, so I have no excuse for just pulling on my pud and writing screenplays and poems and short fiction and investigative cave journalism that my mother wouldn't give a shit about if she happened to stumble upon it while she was still stinking up the surface of the planet, but see?

That's what's Mother's Day does to me. It makes me want to rape and kill, like marijuana does to Officer Friendly, who talked to my elementary school students back in the day, but that's a different post. This is a post about why I have been missing from these post glacial equivalent of cave paintings at Internation Musing.

I volunteered to become an oil devouring microbe farm to help my former vice president in hiding Lon Cheney and his buddies over at Halliburton in an attempt to keep the head nigra in the nation of miserable fucks from maintaining his incredible popularity heading into the mid-term elections. I have nothing against nigras or head, but everyone knows that the NOMF is predicated on the twin notions of military superiority and plausible deniability.

What?

You talking to me?

Take the recent Deepwater Horizon spill in the Gulf of Illegal Aliens. Please.

My personal opinion is that anyone who is stupid enough to live anywhere that multi-national corporations and malignant nations can put a prize up their poop chutes while they are watching some reality show are getting not quite all they deserve. Marketeers can turn this shit storm into new opportunities where idiots like you and your family will cash in double coupons to microwave pre-oiled seafood with advanced hydrocarbohydrates. Buyers beware.

If you trust Biraq Insane Osama, you trust your mother. Do you really go there? Of course you do. That's what makes you so special.

And God loves you, whether or not you can watch South Park.

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