How On Earth Can the New Dutch Republic Ever Survive? On These Twats!?!?

Those conspiracy theories are doing my head in. Not because it’s depressing, I admit it is, but because they don’t seem to be able to get any basic facts right. They keep calling prins Willem, Alexander’s older brother, “crown prince Willem Alexander”. The only proof they’re talking about Alexander’s older brother is the mentioning of his birth year and year of death. First, the Netherlands has no crown princes or princesses. Willem was the prince of Oranje-Nassau, the heir apparent to his fathe King Willem (William) III of the Netherlands. But I’ll let that one go. What is really annoying is the wrong use of names. He was prince Willem, not Willem Alexander, and his nickname was Wiwil(l?).

King Will II

Herstel de Republiek: Ik Willem Niet
Information on this site isn’t completely correct either. In the first paragraphs it’s claimed the people of the Netherlands never asked the Oranjes to lead us. That’s nonsense; the people have asked and welcomed in the Oranjes at least twice. The last time Willem VI of Oranje-Nassau was asked back. He would become King Willem I.

Before that, if I’m not mistaken, after stadholder Johan de Witt was murdered, the Oranjes returned on request. However, I must admit that it was never quite clear if the Oranje was behind the murders on the brothers de Witt. One thing is clear though, the people weren’t happy with the rule of the Witt (Johan) but were happy to welcome the Oranje person back. Which one has slipped my mind. I’m guessing Willem IV prince of Oranje-Nassau.

If I had read on I would have found out it was Willem III. The prince, not the king who wasn’t even alive yet. If they got that right, of course.

This one is funny:

“De second time he put his unlawful autograph under a contract to give up the colonies and fleet…”

In other words, he was still the low lands lawful leader? That’s surely not what the author was trying to say?

Or this one:

Queen Juliana, the one and only

“King Willem II (multi-adulterous and bisexual)…”


Bisexual, so what!!! What does that have to do with their rightful throne sitting? By the way, the adultery, even though not very charming, doesn’t mean anything either. Maybe not faithful to wife, but faithful to country still. And legally inherited the throne.

This one about Queen Juliana:

“Queen Juliana, better known as Juultje van Soest, because she could impossibly being conceived by two syphilis sufferers, prince Hendrik and Paulientje de Ranitz…”

Syphilis breeds out. Queen Wilhelmina had some failed pregnancies because of the syphilis. By the time she was pregnant of Juliana, the syphilis had been bred out. That’s a normal development which doesn’t only go for royals, but for commons alike.

Yes, I am angry. I am, as a matter of fact, steaming, almost literally. Not because they’re trying to unravel the Royal fraud that is our Royal house, but because they can’t seem to get anything right and therefore won’t ever have any strong foot to kick the throne over with. Even I can blow them over hands tied to my back. This way you start believing the Oranges believes that the people are stupid are right and true.

the Republic

Quite a few years ago I had my first gush of Orange interest. Back then the subject of my affections was Prince Johan Friso, son of Princess Beatrix and Prince Claus. He’s been in a coma for more than a year now after being caught in an avalange in 2012. My interest in him was way before Mabel gate, back in the ‘90s I think. Looking back I can’t remember why I felt attracted to him. Pretty much like now.


Prince Johan Friso


 I’m not a royalist. Observing it all, from a distance, to me it all feels very unnatural. And because it feels unnatural, I can’t see how certain things within a monarchie can work. Yes, I know, we regulated it and our monarchie, as it is now, is for a great part ceremonial. Still, a monarchie seems like a tricky thing to me.

Queen Sophie, Alexander’s mum, once said something like, if people could see behind the scenes of a monarchie, they would become republican (in the Dutch sense of the word).

I liked that, obviously. Not only because I don’t really believe in a monarchie, but mainly because someone high up and right in there had the wits to not only noticing it, but also to confirm it. I’m sure she wrote that in one of her letters to one of her many friends, and not in public. Not in public for whatever reasons. Maybe because she didn’t have the power to set up the republic, maybe not even the power to voice her ideas. Who knows her reasons?

In an earlier post I said I don’t think we can do without the Oranges anymore. That hasn’t changed. I did get more curious about the possibilities to go back to being a republic. What would it take? Do we have all characteristics, knowledge, skills and powers needed to making it a success? And how long would we need to build the republic back to strength? I mean, it’s been more than 200 years since we actually were a republic, the Republic. In the passed two centuries the Republic has crept out of our systems, out of our minds and heads. We are subjects to a King, and that’s how we’re living our lives. We can’t remember being inhabitants of a Republic. We don’t know that life, nor do we remember how to live those lives.

Those are objections that I think can be overcome, but it would take time. A lot of time. So what would be the pros? A democratically chosen leader. No money to an expensive royal family (but to the republic). No ridicule over an out of date and highly undemocratic tradition. Yeah, I can’t think of more.

What I do want to do is read a bit more about being a republic and the pros and cons people come up with. Who knows I will do some research. If I do, you will find the results here.

And now for something completely different: I said I would post the intro, or part of, of the book “Alexander – de vergeten kroonprins” on this blog in the, then, next entry. I didn’t, because I forget to bring the book so I could type over what I wanted you to read. I will do so as soon I don’t forget to bring the book, or when I’m back home. Maybe this weekend, maybe next week. Probably never. In other words, don’t hold your breath.