Column | Rock cramp – NRC

Now that the preparations for the Third World War in the Middle East are in full swing, I am happy that I recently converted my wine cellar into a shelter. Whether I have removed wine? On the contrary. I have brought extra bottles into the house. And no supermarket slobbers. In the coming months I hope to disappear in the coming months in the coming months in the coming months. I can’t stand idiots like Trump, Netanyahu, Putin and a mess through the prophet sniffed Iranian Ayatollahs. So then.

Because there is still something to laugh, I bought a powerful laptop that keeps me well informed about our meanwhile struggling country. Especially the hilarious events in The Hague I absolutely do not want to miss.

This week, for example, I saw three political tutolas in their own way to negotiate strongly about the coveted asylum portfolio, which they eventually distributed to the seam of a lot of halt.

Who will do what? That will come later. Nothing happens until the end of August in connection with the much needed summer recess and then they will postpone everything until after the elections. But the idea that they do it together is good for the stage. The three of them are doing better anyway than that confused peak witch Faber, which was seen in the Efteling this week. There she stood with pleasure thousands of not treated files in the big mouth of Holle Bolle Gijs, while she shouted to Langnek that he had to keep an eye on the area on asylum seekers’ trips. Then she told Radio Kaatsheuvel that she will go to Ter Apel on vacation. There, as a volunteer, she goes for a week of coffee shops for the new border guards that are very efficiently picking German police buses.

If Nicolien, Dilan and Caroline go on holiday abroad after all Wilders-Stampij, they certainly do so through that Groningen border crossing. There is a press and you can’t be in the picture often enough.

Although? Nicolien will itch it all. He knows that her splinter will no longer return to The Hague. To bully the party, she has prepared an advertisement for a new party leader. In it she asks for someone who is strong and empathetic communicatively, but who also stays upright under pressure. At first she had written that it should not be a commander who erupts in howl, but this student -like faintness did not make it in the end.

Her colleague Caroline will undoubtedly travel with the tractor and puts a candle in every French and Italian church in the hope that she will get another seat. Not two. Because then that platinum blonde elderly hacster Mona is sitting next to her in the benches for a few years.

Dilan can hope that she is still leader after this weekend. There is a VVD congress and there are many old liberals that Hans Wiegel and Frits Bolkestein have known personally. And with those two in their thoughts they are completely finished with the unstoppable Kruidvatcaissière Yesilgöz, who as soon as she sees a microphone stupid to chatter as if she has a strap in her belly. I count on a fierce congress with a sturdy bonje. That musty Binnenhof is ready.

I also hope that within that new merger of PvdA and GroenLinks there is a majority that will shout unabashedly for Marjolein Moorman. And that she will indeed do it. Timmermans knows what losing weight is, so he saves itself.

But I am most looking forward to the Vera Bergkamp case, who tackled that Arib in a filthy way. With her anonymous note, secret phone calls and deleted apps. What a creep. Long since I felt like this in a scandal like this. All day long, the old tune of football commentator Jack van Gelder is blaming through my shelter. 1998. That wonderful goal from Dennis against the Argentines. Bergkamp-Bergkamp-Bergkamp. They will be wonderful shelter weeks!

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