Whether I thought of the Russians when those four incorporal F-35s shaved over our house with deafening noise last Wednesday at about six o’clock?
No, rather on some hazing ritual of a drunk student dispute. That the slightly older balls wanted to frighten the year. For the ordinary reader who does not know what the year are: those are at the De Feuten Corps.
But how do those students get such a flying machine? Connections. A dad at the Air Force or a father who has a hangar with a dozen of those bugs in his backyard in Vught or Wassenaar. As a hobby. A kind of Fritske van Eerd. But even crazier.
It turned out to be an official salut of the Air Combat Command on Sail. With this ridiculous public greeting, the Royal Netherlands Air Force wanted to make the connection of Defense visible to society. It became more audible than visible. Before we knew it, those bugs had already left.
But I sincerely wonder: who in our army comes up with this kind of adolescent actions? This does not seem to me to be an assignment from Minister Ruben Brekelmans, who currently has other things on his election head. For example, how to constantly lie that the entire VVD is still square behind Dilan Yesilgöz despite blunder on Blunder on Blunder. No, this minister seems a bit too wise for this kind of childish bright thing.
Who gave this assignment? Perhaps a flipped Midlife General who wanted to make an impression on his fresh babe that at that time bobbed hundreds of other sloops full of Chardonnay-slurping pensionados on the IJ. Or a tragic high pief who wanted to give a popping wink to our beloved king. Willy also drove around there. Unfortunately not in his ordinary speedboat, but with some friends in his mother’s sailing yacht. That was news because a blind person bumped into him. Bumping is a slightly too big word in this case. It was a maritime butterfly kiss. Nothing more. But in the evening it was in all 49 talk shows that our country has.
Who was guilty? I don’t think anyone. It was so busy on the dance floor that it was impossible not to touch each other. It is also possible that our king did not pay attention for a moment because he looked at his phone. Of course he wanted to know how his Norwegian colleagues are doing. Because they have a serious problem after the misconduct of the Bastaard Marius. Twenty -three crimes and violations, including three rapes and four cases of sexual abuse. In addition, between fifteen and twenty victims would have fallen. I also understand that the dirty fuss filmed all filthiness. Just like the French psychopath who let the half village enjoy his comatose wife. Marius denies everything and is still running freely. The latter in particular is interesting.
But back to that terrifying Wednesday evening bang, which made us the ultimate KYIV feeling with a touch of Gaza. What do they mean at Defense by the way with connection? That is the most empty dicky word of our time anyway. Every unqualified idiot uses this word ten times per session. As a joke, I looked up the concept of ‘connecting coach’ on Google and found it immediately. A lady with goat wool talk calls himself this way. She guides people who do not know if they still join the course of the organization. I would recommend her to call the defense urgently because there are a number of bruises that is completely lost. Not only within this organization, but within the entire society.
If you don’t have to do something at the moment, it is four bombers to pop over a play pond full of bored people. If I were their connection therapist, I would show them the image of an applauding Trump at the start of each session that his friend Putin welcomes a red carpet. And they recommend saving those F-35s before they are really needed. When is that? Maybe very soon.