We, the Belgians, do not like our country because if we like it, we would not be constantly protesting as soon as our government wants to venture on the way of the change. We would wish these new policies on the pension because we want to ensure the future generations a life as pleasant as ours. We would give a chance to the new gouvernement, before we put up a road block. We would not like to strike, for fear of disturbing the public order, causing large economic losses and great difficulties for all those who would decide to go to work.
We, the Belgians, do not like our country because if we like it, we would not be constantly complaining about the bad weather. The weather is never that nice, and when the weather is nice, it is too hot or too cloudy, or too windy. Let us become aware that the rain gives us luscious and beautiful flora and that the cold enabled us to concentrate ourselves on industrial, social and economic development in the country.
We, the Belgians, do not like our country, because if we like it, we would have ensured the best education for our children. Our schools would be inevitably bilingual, because people which do not communicate and do not understand each other, cannot fully accept and like each other. We would not have let the application of ordinances, such as the Arena or Marcourt ordinances, which lowered the quality of our education and thus the training of our future citizens. We would ensure a true patriotic spirit in our schools, where we would learn how to like our country with pride and honor, by singing our beautiful Brabançonne, flag in our hands, and stressing our motto “the Union makes the Force”.
We, the Belgians, do not like our country, because if we like it, our churches, rich testimony of our history, would be filled as they were during the terrible wars which strucked us. We would have in heart to pray for the good continuity of the political and social system, and would have perhaps passed through the crises with more courage! We would be happy with our tradition, our culture and our diversity in spite of the small surface of our territory.
We, the Belgians, do not like our country because until now the « Frietjes », remain French Fries, and English became too often the language of our composers, interpreters and artists. If we really like it, we would be proud to consider Brussels, as the most beautiful capital of Europe – like my Mexican friends, making the turn of the European capitals, specified it to me. We would more often be smiling in the subway, greeting people in the street or quite simply being more pleasant at first contact.
We, the Belgians, do not like our country, because we are always complaining about the high rate of immigration, whereas our birth rate remains very low. We would not say that we are “Vlaams” or “Wallon”, but rather Belgian first of all.We, the Belgians, do not like our country, because we complain about the royal endowments. We would have forgotten that the king is the figure of the father, that links all his children within the same territory. We would be proud of our monarchy because that makes our specificity.
But we, the Belgians, have to like our country because ; it gave birth to great figures such as Jacques Brel, Père Damien, Philippe Geluck, Justine Henin, René Magritte, Jean-Claude Van Damme, Eddy Merckx, Benoit Peolvoorde and Stromae; it gives us easy access to education at low costs, from the nursery schools to the doctorate ; it enables us to travel throughout the world ; it gave rise to delicious culinary marvells for chocolate, fries, waffles and beers, national pride; because it enables us to live in comfort and security, it was one of the founding countries of the European Union ; it preaches peace and development abroad; finally because it gave us the “red devils”, increasingly prouder to carry our colors with force and vitality. The unity of the Belgians will lead without any doubt to the love of the fatherland! What are we waiting for?