You could say yes. It’s a bit like that.
They want to show solidarity and follow strict guidelines, as if they were part of a cult.
The cult of GDP. They all listen to each other and any excesses are remedied by a rigorous police/judicial system.
And they profit from the sacrifice of foreigners/workers on their soil.
Like a sect, the Flemish hide their secrets as much as possible. One of which is their mistreatment of foreigners. Innocent foreigners arriving on their soil are subjected to their language and to all the fines that come quickly in case of error. Strict discipline is the rule.
Like a sect, Flanders has little respect for the humanity of each individual. It wants discipline, and it’s ready to make that clear with abuse. Injustice, fines, social isolation…Like a sect, Flanders has little respect for the humanity of each individual. It wants discipline, and it’s ready to make that clear with abuse. Injustice, fines, social isolation…
Flanders also hides behind the Walloons to conceal the atrocities it commits against its foreigners & people arrested on its territory and those punished by its ruthless fine system.
Walloon bravery is used as a cover and/or alibi. Because if Flanders wanted to separate from the Walloons, it would have done so a long time ago. Nazis hiding behind pandas is a bit like Belgium.
Their GDP, which they admire as the jewel in the crown of the United Kingdom. Their precious. Their Holy Grail, the relics of Christ they want to preserve. The Holy Shroud to be preserved intact.
Their GDP is what makes them proud. It is the cement of their national image. And they need fresh meat to integrate in order to strengthen their power. After all, they want to be an industrial power like Germany. As if ‘Made in Flanders’ were a brand image. And if you want to bring in fresh meat, you have to whip it into shape beforehand. Just like meat. The more you tenderise it beforehand, the tastier it is.
De Wever, Francken and all the raging fascists, anxious to preserve their elixir of youth. To preserve the current recipe. For fear of losing it. If they stopped producing their Flemish magic potion, it would be lost forever. So the politicians rise up in government to shout of threats, of Roman invaders ready to invade their territory. Gypsies as unwelcome sorcerers. To pedlars who have come to sow bad seeds in their territory.
Like a cult, once you’re in, it’s hard to get out. The integration ritual is already complicated. Scarification with a fine is a well-known ritual that will take away your sympathy.
Once you’ve been shackled and sacrificed your time, money and/or energy, it’s hard to get out. You’ve been punished so much for being part of it that it’s hard to get out. Because of the hope you put into it.Once you’ve been shackled and sacrificed your time, money and/or energy, it’s hard to get out. You’ve been punished so much for being part of it that it’s hard to get out. Because of the hope you put into it.
Have a look at Sanda Dia’s story, it’s very representative of Flemish hazing. Flanders wants to be so efficient that it will push people to the limit to get the best out of them.
Flanders could be a cult because it traps people who emanate from their territory. Victims of capitalism and the Flemish gaze. People who have to convert and who are gradually tarnishing themselves with the Flemish mentality. Cold, critical, fascist, but fuelled by money. Yes, the money is there. The world of work is more stable. But once you’re attracted by the money, you sacrifice your joie de vivre to give your best for your work. Is this really what you wanted to be when you came to Flanders? Have you succeeded in your main objective?
Or have you simply lost your way without realising the consequences?
Little pity, because pity is socialism. It means helping others and thinking for others. Socialism destroys resilience. Socialism destroys the construction that personality has built up over a career. Flanders abhors socialism.
Because of their fascist nature, but also because the poor towns of Wallonia inspire them with the horror they could become if they relaxed their buttocks. A heap of shit everywhere that they wouldn’t be able to clean up.
