What, this Dutch Douche is about to DROP DEAD?
Of course not. It's just the bearded Drama Queen calling attention to himself in his pathetic shitbox, for his turd-headed followers. All two of them. There's always a few who need a really false idol to worship.
Two days ago he was pouting and sobbing, claiming to be in the ICU. "It looks bleak." He was probably just going in for an ordinary check-up "on the government's teat."
Because here he is, ba-a-a-a-a-ck as if NOTHING HAPPENED to him. Nothing about his miracle cure, just his usual pathetic need to give away old garbage. Anyone really want more KRAFTWERK? Sorry fat Dutch Nazi, everybody's already said HEIL to that.
There he goes, chattering away like an old monkey. SO important to him. Nothing else in his worthless life. Not even his mommy-wife.
Oh, and of course, getting shot down only means he pops up with a new obnoxiously-named bloggy-poo.
"I am the Princess of Blogs!" What an achievement. He can get all the blogs he wants.