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Column | Brugman – NRC

Column | Brugman – NRC

While Snow White is no longer snow -white, his people this week is angry with musician Roel van Velzen because he explained very nicely why he did not go with the royal couple to their schnabbeltje in Kenya. He did that because there is quite a bit of children's blood on the hands of the Kenyan president. Isn't that a plausible reason? As an artist, you don't have to torment a song for every creep?

Willy and Max would rather not have gone either, but they have to. They were also considerably insulted there. Entirely against the protocol, they suddenly had to listen to an abominable speech by the Dutchman Patrick Verkooijen during the banquet. This nitwit stood there in a kind of mavo English to put a large bunch of feathers in the ass of the president. For this unsavory job he was invited by the host himself. Our Patrick seems to be something high at the University of Nairobi. Willy and Max were totally stunned to listen to this butt crawling heel licker. According to him, we have to build bridges. No walls. Moving.

In retrospect it is such a shame that our king has not risen after that chat. It would have been great if he had said to his wife: « Max we are going. In this childish bridging and walls, I really don't feel like the reception. Thank you all and have a nice evening! »

Then we would have had a nice diplomatic riot. Of course that would have been pathetic for the Dutch middle class traveled, but there are just limits. As a frost, you don't have to let yourself be leaned on everything.

Our king was brought up too nicely to light a thick middle finger, but I fear that he would have been raging his dull court in the hotel on Wednesday evening. That he has asked that contamination of double senior and last names the justified question how the hell can it be that some third-thirds of butter can just stand behind a pulpit to stall this kind of nonsense. Who knows this idiot? We have a scenario, right?

After that Max and he probably went to their hotel room angry. There, the two of them have just analyzed the case.

First of all: how is it possible that they had to visit such a creep? And who comes up with that this crazy president could go his own way as an accomplished Trump or Putin without anyone putting a stop here? And why did they have brought that scary minister Klever in their wake? That PVV female who has shamelessly taken away their development aid. You can also just leave something like that at home? Isn't this someone as a prince of one of the happiest countries in the world to be ashamed of death? You don't want to be seen in a room with that? I think our king was out of sights on Wednesday evening. And I think more than rightly so.

At that time, their youngest daughter Ariane probably called the sincere adolescent question to see if she should really go to that dull Doetinchem on the coming King's Day. She probably sighed: « Do I have to shake hands with all those super farmers there and on some drafty square to a song from the elderly Bennie Jolink listen? Please mommy: I am just eighteen and just want to dance and drink. I want to laugh into the city with a club.

Because she was on the speaker, Willy listened. He was back in his own childhood because of the true words of his daughter in one fell swoop. He recognized this feeling so terribly. How his daughter was right. He nodded to Max that it was good. The relieved Ariane was happy.

To which the king said to Máxima: « I'm going to tell you a secret: we don't go to Doetinchem ourselves either. Not this year, not next year, just never again. »






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