Column | Linke Leo – NRC

It seems so wonderful to be the Dutch Foreign Minister and that without a touch of shame on your jaws, you say that you want the EU to investigate the treaty that our country with Israel has. Of course, compliance by the Israelis. That seems clear to me. And if someone asks about the why of that research, you say that there are rumors from The Hague and Brussels corridors that it is not entirely wrong what exactly happens there. Human rights violations. War crimes. You quickly add that these are for the time being gossip and that of course you don’t have to believe them immediately. Let alone respond to it. No, investigate first. We don’t want to get the Lord Netanyahu and his friends for the head. They are too busy with their self -defense and cannot use false accusations.

Someone may then suggest that there has been clear evidence in the media. But then you come with: ‘No, first well investigate whether it is really true. Photos can be shopped by Hamas. Just like that the films of Israeli bombing could have been collapsed by AI. The so -called Putin practices. As well as those rows of hungry Palestinian children for the soup kitchens. Are they indeed waiting for food? Perhaps it is about an investigation into too cool prosperity. Like us this week in the Amsterdam RAI.

No, we will take a good look at that with the Dutch government and if some irregularities are indeed found, we will send a diplomatic yellow card. That they know we have them in the bulls. No, we are not taking measures for the time being, but we do say that we have put a line in the sand and that we want the problem to be solved. At least if Gaza is still there. Because if it is no longer there, there is nothing to be solved.

I was carefully reflecting on an Amsterdam terrace on Thursday evening, where a lady next to me was very nasty. Because of the strings of white smoke that left her poorly sculpted head, I always had to think of Vatican City. And damn: my neighbor was right. God had spoken and designated a new pope through the Holy Spirit. Everyone took his cell phone to travel to Rome. The vaping vamp next to me asked if she could watch my phone. Hers no longer recognized her after her last fillers. She found that quite a bit because her cell phone was actually her only contact with reality. We watched together. Suddenly a gentleman in the television studio hit the table in two because he had once sat on the wine with the new pope.

« As long as it is only the wine, » I suggested against my table companion, who thought that was a filthy, suggestive remark. What did I mean by it?

« Nothing, » I lied and listened to the man in the studio who explained that with Linke Leo he had ever been out of the fourteenth.

Further on, a man shouted that the story was right because he had been there himself. According to him, it was an outdoor trip that got out of hand. From that moment he no longer received a drink.

When the pope came into the picture, he wished everyone peace. I thought that was a shame. I was ready for a wanton type of church prince. A swinging rapper who proposes to fight on the planet all together. One that could have welcomed India and Pakistan.

And that he had said: « Make each other for that stupid cashmir shamelessly broken, hungry each other relentlessly and don’t forget your nuclear weapons. Just think of children. Just the beech in it. And if you want to know when it gets too much? Only when the Dutch Foreign Minister threatens with an investigation.

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