Column | Roman Sterrendiner – NRC

The pope died. In the armor. And what kind of armor. The last hands he has shaken were those of JD Vance and Mona Keijzer. Then he had reached the highest on earth and it could not get better. Then you can leave.

Pope Franciscus seemed like a nice man to me. Football enthusiast and of course super proud of his fellow countryman Lionel. Also a man who had to put an end to those celibate gang of Roman children’s licks around him. Not just around him, but worldwide. And very concerned with the fate of the Gazan people who are systematically eradicated by Netanyahu and his fresh friends.

It is wonderful that it now appears that the representative of God on Earth took the trouble to call that little Palestinian parish in Gaza every day. Or are there people who dare to call this Francis aloud an anti -Semite?

He also had a big heart for the thousands of refugees in their rickety boats, who desperately search for a tiny little luck our way. He was clearly different here than our National Feldwebel Marjolein Faber, who is now undoubtedly fooled to dismiss the ribbon defenders on her ministry. She has already called Elon Musk for advice, but he had no time. Something with a negative balance of a few hundred billion.

Funny that on Dutch television Mona Keijzer came over this pope Kleessbessen. On Monday she did that at Eva Jinek. Why they? Because she almost shaken that last hand from the pope? She then thanked him with her bleached head for the inspiration. What inspiration?

She is in the Ultrarrecht coalition whose asylum -seeker refugees should piss off as quickly and as far as possible. And in a government that has not directed a syllable to the last war crimes of Israel. Although they put the care providers shot by their heads with ambulances and all underground, our cabinet has no opinion about that. Was that not a self -defense?

Really a pity that Mona the Pope was unable to speak for longer than two seconds. Otherwise, she could have explained the eight -year -old church prince that she has a pleurish beak to the elderly. That she recently made herself strong to prevent a residential care complex for the elderly in her neighborhood. That she has litigated up to the Council of State against the arrival of a hospice. Perhaps she could also have explained the old boss, who, as Pope, has chosen the name of the Italian animal friend Francis of Assisi, that there is no room for nest boxes in new -build houses in her opinion.

No, it was great that it was precisely this hypocritical beautiful weather Catholic about that nice pope on TV. What is a beautiful weather Catholic? They only go to the midnight at Christmas. In whom Mona believes? Mona believes in Mona. As the only one.

On Tuesday I spoke to the Twente doctor of Pieter Omtzigt, who briefly violated his medical professional secrecy by telling me howling about the fur and blue shoulders of the resigned party leader. And about his totally relieved chest. Pietje himself had so hard on it while practicing for his farewell film that it seemed as if he had been tattooed by a blind psychopath. In addition to his political successes, he also wanted to remember extensively about which chores he refurbished at home. Clean off the dishwasher, empty bottles to the glass container. On the advice of his wife, he deleted those heroic deeds. Just like his role in Sywertgate.

But the most sad this week: we lost Jonnie. Jonnie Boer, the Johan Cruijff among the chefs. In my life I eaten with him twice and I still taste every snack. Jonnie was really able to do it. The most unexpected and especially daring combinations. And so god spot delicious.

In fact, I only have one wish: that Jonnie can quickly cook his stars from the pans for Francis. So that the nice Argentinian can forget that scary mona forever and always.

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