Dear mister Vermeulen,

Thank you for you e-mail.

I don't agree with you: I respect every person, whether he believes or not. It's a private matter. But I won't accept any kind of violence, no one should be surpressed.

Yes, as minister of Culture I want to preserve the inheritance of our forefathers, therefore we have 'het Topstukkendecreet' and there are all kinds of actions around heritage, like 'Erfgoeddag'.

I'll never let me lead through fear. As we say in Dutch: 'Angst is een slechte raadgever.' (fear is a bad counselor)

Kind regards,

Bert Anciaux

27 February 2009

Mr. Minister,

I have received your pathetic reply to my letter of January 27th. That you don’t agree with me is not surprising. You have your agenda to worry about and to please the politically correct crowd.

We would never concur in any case as I see the problems first hand at grassroots level every single day while you reside in cloud cuckoo land.

You are free to disagree with me as, for now at least, Belgium seems to still be paying lip service to this form of democracy.

Even so, apart from your dissent you never once touched on any of the questions and/or statements I put to you. Furthermore, it took you a month to construct this reply of a few lines to my original letter, while my friends who also wrote to you got theirs within a week. Maybe that was because they were more diplomatic in their approach while mine was straight to the point.

Unlike you I do know what I am talking about when I touched on the subject of our culture being overrun by this backward and anachronistic religion and its rules.

Of the thirty years I was away I have lived sixteen of those years in a predominantly Islamic neighborhood. Needless to say I didn’t have to try even 1% of the stuff the Muslims in Belgium are doing.

Try and build a church in an Islamic country, or just steal something, or try to have a friendship or relationship with a Moslima. Do I have to paint a picture?

I had returned but four days to this country when some of these so-called “disadvantaged youths” tried a violent approach with me. They outnumbered me 5 to 1. Two of those needed medical treatment afterwards.

My own mother was attacked, stabbed, and robbed by that scum. My nephew and niece beaten by a group of those peace-loving followers of the Koran. They operate in groups like the cowards they are.

Where do you live Mr. Minister? I just bet its far away from the ordinary people who live with similar problems every day.

When are you going to see that what you and your incompetent colleagues are saying, and what actually happens are two different things?

Of course getting things done at governmental level is like mating elephants; done at high level with lots of noise and taking years to produce results.

I have not the slightest respect for you and your colleagues who are selling their own people to safeguard their well-paid jobs.

An ordinary working person can’t afford to make one mistake or they are fired, yet the government piles on blunder after blunder without anyone so much as receiving a reprimand.

There are members of Islamic terrorist cells running around free. Bus drivers and their passengers are beaten nearly on a daily basis by “youths”. Serious criminals, foreign born, are roaming the streets without fear of arrest. People who are illegal immigrants protest on our streets freely without arrest. Tell me Mr. Minister, what part of “illegal” is it that you don’t understand? All they have to do is yell “Discrimination!” and you and those incompetents in our government piss their pants.

But let some poor countryman of mine exceed the speed limit by 5km per hour and the law will come down on them like a ton of bricks. You get less jail time here for killing someone than for exceeding the speed limit or to drive through a red traffic light.

Thousands of Islamic protesters are allowed to proceed and trash our cities, and not one arrest was made where the perpetrators were actually locked up. I seem to remember a handful of Flemings trying to organize a protest march against the Islamic influence in our society which was then clubbed apart by hastily called-up Walloon policemen calling them all sorts of vile names. Let me just state here that I do not belong to any political organization, nor have I ever. I am just making a comparison.

People who do not agree with your colleagues and yourself are dismissed as agitators while time and time again this nauseating policy of “multi-culturalism” is rammed down our throats.

Could I do better if I were in your shoes I hear you ask?. Damn right I can!

Unlike you and your cowardly colleagues I have been on the front line in the struggle against terrorism. Unlike you I have seen first hand what fundamentalists do to those they consider “Kafir” (unbelievers). Unlike you I paid my dues in blood, sweat, and tears.

You are not a leader, nor are your fellow ministers.

The lot of you couldn’t organize a piss-up in a brewery. I have no respect for you and that crowd. If you had been my commander in the field I wouldn’t wait for the enemy to take you out, I’d do it myself.

To quote Churchill: An appeaser is one who feeds a crocodile hoping it will eat him last.

Whatever happened to the people who once stood against Ceasar’s legions forcing him to admit that of all the Gallic tribes the Belgians were the most fierce? Am I not descended from those same people like Karel Martel who stopped the first Islamic invasion? Does the blood of Jan Breydel and Pieter de Coninck not stream through my veins? Yes it does! But apparently not through yours.

I will never give in to a foreign influence and most certainly not when ordered by Quislings like our government ministers. I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees.

Courage is rightly esteemed the first of human qualities which guarantees all others. (Quote).

Fanatics is what they are and will remain. Fanatics against anyone and anything that is not following their rules. We have become prisoners in our own homes as it is no longer safe to go out on the streets. Some sections of our cities are already no-go areas where even the police fear to go. And still you do nothing! Nothing but make absurd statements to get your mug into the newspapers. You go on deciding to be undecided. At least I know who I am and where I’m going. The same cannot be said of you. To our “leaders” I say in the immortal words of the Vietnam tunnel rats: Non gratum anus rodentum!

Good Day.