Wednesday, July 21, 2004

ALPE D'HUEZ AND INDEPENDENCE DAY.

Armstrong crushed them all on Alpe d’Huez. Mind you, it may mean nothing to you over there, but over here that timerun up a 15,5 km long steep slope is mythical.

You always have to be prudent, but I figure that Sunday, in Paris, history is going to be written. In the 101 years of its existence, no-one ever won the Tour more than five times. Watch out guys and gals!


More news from the Magic Kingdom! People, July 21 is Belgian Independence Day. In 1830 we kicked the Dutch out of Brussels (they poured back in but, admittedly, the French helped us defeat them). I found this pearl of prose on the Daily Crap Online:

Deze 21e juli staat in het teken van de 60e verjaardag van de bevrijding van België. Aan het defilé nam ook een Duits detachement deel.

Means: This July 21st has as theme the Liberation of Belgium. A German detachment took part in the troop show.

Belgian logic.


Furthermore:

Tanks waren er niet te zien. Dat heeft te maken met nieuwe politiek van het Belgisch leger om geen voertuigen met rupsbanden meer te gebruiken.

Means: There were no tanks anymore. That is because of the new policy of the Belgian army not to use tracked vehicles anymore (in the troop show I might hope. Or would they mean on the battlefield too?)


Sigh… To paraphrase Kim du Toit, the pussification of the Belgian Male continues. They ain’t got me yet however. And no pics today. The Blog Dictator thinks my ISP is screwed up.





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