This week I was reading by the Atlantic Ocean. A Dutch boy was approached by an irritated French gentleman about the fact that he threw the stick of his just eaten popsicle into the sand. The Frenchman pointed out the trash cans and ordered him to put the stick in them. I thought it was a funny, somewhat old-fashioned incident. The nice guy who is here with a group of friends thought so too. I later explained to him that this beach is part of a special nature reserve and that the residents are goddamn proud of it. And economical. Nobody leaves anything behind. It is spotless every night. No Vondelpark after a day of good weather.
I warned the boys in a fatherly way about the life-threatening ocean, which makes many victims here and I wished them a happy holiday. Later, I told my wife, a little gruff, that the boys came from well-to-do Dutch families and that they were going to kill an innocent boy on the boulevard tonight. Of course after they had a drink. They had already practiced in Knokke in Belgium. I had asked the cockroaches whether they were not afraid of the consequences, but they knew all kinds of shrewd top lawyers through their parents, who would do everything they could to ensure that they were tried in the Netherlands. And that they can also serve their sentences in our country. Then the family can come to visit. Though punishment? It will be fixed with an ankle bracelet to Minerva or Vindicat.
I continued in my book on the Second World War in Vienna. So also the Kristallnacht, the anti-Semitism that was rampant there and all the horrors and humiliations that followed. People were kicked to death for nothing. When it became too much for me, I put the book away and checked my phone routinely. I saw pictures of people with Jewish stars on their jackets. One lady even wore a striped concentration camp suit. That didn’t make her any slimmer, by the way. I’m not shocked. Simply because I knew it was about wappy wappies. Wappies who don’t want a vaccination. That seems their right to me. And then it is very logical that during a demonstration you compare yourself with the Jews in the Nazi era. That is obvious. That is tasteful and historically correct. This club has probably thought long and wide about this.
Okay, they don’t want to be vaccinated, but with these kinds of images you do give some types a shot, I thought softly. Such a disguised prick psychopath with a Star of David! It will only be your lover or your mother or your father or your brother…. Vaccination Carnival. Maybe that’s the right word.
Would it be an idea to ask Jort Kelder that if he soon has an unemployed man in his company or who wants to make some videos in which the wappies are clearly explained one more time what exactly happened to the Jews? Or is Jort more needed at the moment at the successful Bij1 that is also on the verge of tears? Although the almost deceased CDA could of course also use some publicity help. But I think Sywert van Lienden will arrange that with his filthy friends Camille and Bernd. Not of course. Or has he already paid back the stolen thirty million?
For that amount, your son can go into space for fifteen minutes. That is something different than Mallorca. Such a trip broadens such a boy’s view. Literally and figuratively. Then he can see, for example, that at the moment in Madagascar they have to live on a handful of grasshoppers a day. People who are dying and also yearn for a vaccination. Vaccinations that are there, but they don’t get. Even though we in the overcrowded West have millions of vaccines left. They are not allowed in the arms of the poor. European regulations. Really. If only all those idiot top lawyers would dig into that for a while. It’s just an idea.
A version of this article also appeared in NRC Handelsblad on 24 July 2021
A version of this article also appeared in NRC in the morning of July 24, 2021