No, seriously, I didn't even bother writing a post on kosmograd for this steaming pile of shit.
The only reason I went up there was because there was a theater, and I love theaters, but as far as theaters go, this theater was pretty much on the level with Belgian food, Belgian cinema, and Belgian pornography.
I have never seen Belgian pornography. But at this point, let me just say that (a) Defender is the king of the fucking universe, and (b) my Belgian buddies at business school nominated me as God-Emperor of All The Belgians, so I have this little loyalty-thing going. Still, Belgian food. Stella, reassuringly expensive.
This was a Belgian army base - the nominal contribution of my subjects to the NATO garrison effort in northwestern Germany. Kind of laughable, when you think about it - in 1940, the Germans invaded with something like half a million tanks, five million guns, ten million divisions, and every single fucking combat aircraft in the western hemisphere. The Belgians had about three dudes with a rifle to share between them, and a couple of moldy firecrackers, and yet they managed to hold off the hun menace long enough for the entire British army to be evacuated from Dunkirk with a single swan-shaped pedal boat, with a pipe-chewing cockney furiously pumping away to Dover.
So naturally, after the war, brave little Belgium wanted to do its part in not only preventing the red menace from sweeping across free Europe, but also in ensuring that the boche never again raised his ugly Pickelhaube above the moldy ramparts of the Maginot Line. While the postwar Germans were doing their very best to show that they'd massacred any architects with the slightest modicum of good taste during that brownshirted unpleasantness, the Belgians went ahead and plunked what can best be described as a not particularly elaborate aesthetic prank on the flat countryside near the Dutch border.
Share and enjoy, this is just...I dunno. There's a reason I never got around to posting it. Whatever happened to the reject bin?
The only reason I went up there was because there was a theater, and I love theaters, but as far as theaters go, this theater was pretty much on the level with Belgian food, Belgian cinema, and Belgian pornography.
I have never seen Belgian pornography. But at this point, let me just say that (a) Defender is the king of the fucking universe, and (b) my Belgian buddies at business school nominated me as God-Emperor of All The Belgians, so I have this little loyalty-thing going. Still, Belgian food. Stella, reassuringly expensive.
This was a Belgian army base - the nominal contribution of my subjects to the NATO garrison effort in northwestern Germany. Kind of laughable, when you think about it - in 1940, the Germans invaded with something like half a million tanks, five million guns, ten million divisions, and every single fucking combat aircraft in the western hemisphere. The Belgians had about three dudes with a rifle to share between them, and a couple of moldy firecrackers, and yet they managed to hold off the hun menace long enough for the entire British army to be evacuated from Dunkirk with a single swan-shaped pedal boat, with a pipe-chewing cockney furiously pumping away to Dover.
So naturally, after the war, brave little Belgium wanted to do its part in not only preventing the red menace from sweeping across free Europe, but also in ensuring that the boche never again raised his ugly Pickelhaube above the moldy ramparts of the Maginot Line. While the postwar Germans were doing their very best to show that they'd massacred any architects with the slightest modicum of good taste during that brownshirted unpleasantness, the Belgians went ahead and plunked what can best be described as a not particularly elaborate aesthetic prank on the flat countryside near the Dutch border.
Share and enjoy, this is just...I dunno. There's a reason I never got around to posting it. Whatever happened to the reject bin?
More at...no, don't even bother looking for this at kosmograd.net. Look at some cool shit instead.
