Theo van Gogh is a Dutch columnist and movie maker, on the right of the political spectrum. He is provoking, and often offensive to many. He is highly critical of the Dutch society. Mostly, his views aren't mine by a long shot, and neither are his methods. Often, I thought he was more likely to sabotage the debate by forcing up uncontrolled emotions on both part of the debate. However, he clearly stands for something, and is willing to take the flak for it.
Theo van Gogh is dead. This morning, he got killed in Amsterdam. He was supposedly found with a letter attached to his chest with a knife. Said letter is said to contain Arabic texts.
Today, I mourn. I mourn a man who, little as a like him or agree with him, deserves some respect. I mourn a man who got killed for standing up for what he believed, no matter how wrong I may have considered his methods to be. I mourn for my country, for our apparent inability to deal with those who present unpopular opinions, and to learn from the past.
My thoughts go out to mr. van Gogh's family. May they be able to find comfort.
I wish upon the spirit of Theo van Gogh a thousand of bread, a thousand of beer, and a thousand of everything good. May he be justified. May he ascend.