Column | Wagen sick – NRC

As a columnist of a quality newspaper, can you make yourself happy about the abdominal complaints of the Groningen ex-mayor as a pimple adolescent? Or is that childish? I know that there is more going on in our shaky world at the moment and that there is a good chance that our country will soon be wiped out in some world war, but perhaps that is why I am looking forward to a piece about the cheerful suspicion of 'violation of honor' by a former dignitaries.

A while ago the lawsuit was canceled because some traditional formal error had been made by an illiterate intern, but now I was ready. Via Via I had already heard that the file in the Zwolle court is called 'the Riding Rukker'. Faint, but also witty. Some jokes can't be childish enough for me. The smile simply crawls where he can't go and if I was Koentje Schuiling I would get used to this geuzen name, which he will carry with him.

About the lawsuit: First of all, I found the patient's brave that he did not resign himself to the previously distributed fine, but that he really wanted to tell his story. That he wanted to explain that it is not what we think. Whether I thought something else? Yes! Still still? Even worse.

He was ultimately convicted of paying a 250 euro fine and I think that is reasonable because you spend 100 euros more for calling while driving. Then telephone sex on the highway costs 600 euros or I wonder if you get a discount if it turns out that you called hands -free.

But more important: how is the truck driver who has brought the ball rolling? I understand that he drove next to the mayor on that evening. So that trucker is also a dirty fuss. In this case I had claxonized and gave an extra dot of gas. But this gentleman observed the mayor for a long time and also addressed him later. Where? In the plee at the pump? About such a shot at such a 2theloo where you first had to tap 50 cents?

I became laughy when I read that according to the suspect the mayor belly had not been exposed, but that he had rubbed his hand over a flesh-colored T-shirt. He had even taken the item of clothing to court. I hope it was washed. Or was the judge briefly sniffing?

All in all, it wasn't an easy hour for the former mayor, who also had to explain why the light in his car burned nicely? And he had previously been busy with another medically necessary Akkefietje that did not take place around his knee. Then agents caught him.

I actually have a lot to do with that Koen. But also with the truck driver. And completely with the neat judge who had to handle the case without laughing.

Next week I am talking about the really big things in life. Such as threatened hospital staff that is nowadays awaited at home by angry patients. What a hassle. After a dissatisfied consultation, I always immediately assemble my doctor. At least if that goes with my still not healed tennis arm.

And next week I will be here again as a truly serious piece writer about the threatening war and the nefarious plans of our energetic government. Schoof will tell in Brussels next week that the Netherlands will continue to be a Cobra hanging on all front doors in Moscow. And with the billionaires there is 200 liters of gasoline. Dickie will explain to Ursula von der Leyen that this is a very successful method in our country.

One last thing about our Groningen Koentje. He has a lawyer with humor. This Peter Koops concluded the business with the nice words that the many years of flawless career of his client have now been smeared. I would have liked to make this up.

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