In the US, the right -wing folk hero Charlie Kirk has received a fatal neck shot. This is in that Cowboyland a rich tradition. Many people preceded him. John F Kennedy was allowed to say goodbye to life almost 62 years ago.
Delicious nation. All a weapon to be able to bark a little healthy from you. I understand that the believing victim also saw it as a weekly risk. Now it’s his turn. The Bible has been in the Bible for a while: “Whoever deals with the sword will perish with the sword.” True words of Jesus Christ himself. Against his friend Peter who wanted to defend him with a sword against the Romans.
Kirk’s supporters are currently praying en masse for Charlie and his family. God listen to it all shaking. In the meantime, the murder weapon has been found. The owner had had some texts engraved in the bullets. That seems like a strange visit to the local jeweler. That with a handful of bullets you enter that store with the question of whether you can engrave some words in it. Truly words. Well, they are true for the shooter. You used to speak words like that. Just with your mouth. That was called a discussion. But that is so old -fashioned and outdated.
But in the meantime there is also something in the drinking water with us. Some fabric that makes us aggressive and very mesjogge. On Friday, almost all schools were closed in Beverwijk and Heemskerk because people were afraid of the outbreak of a real village war among the local youth. Films roam the internet in which the two picturesque municipalities turn under the carcinogenic smoke of Tata Steel into a kind of screaming Gaza. With the help of AI of course.
Speaking of Gaza: that desperate corner of Israel is loosening a lot. Good things too. For example, in the coming year our country is not in danger of participating in the Eurovision Song Contest when Israel participates in that song festival. I personally think that is a nice prospect. Then those poor Gazans did not die for nothing.
Speaking of praying: I saw our king sitting in a synagogue last Sunday and there they prayed for blessing the Israeli army. I don’t know exactly what they asked of Jahweh, but I hope they didn’t ask their God for more starving Palestinians. Our king kept his royal jaws together during this shooting prayer. Smart of him. It is impossible for that man to have to pray for an army that commits genocide.
He probably started to think about other things. Aforant business. Like the brother of his Belgian colleague who was allowed to confess a bastard a few days later. Conceived at Wendy van Wanten. Pure Eftelingnieuws. A boy who looks like his father like two drops of beer.
A little air in the jungle full of murder and fire, in which even a golf course on the neat estate Tespelduyn is closed for the time being because the lawn mowers were no longer safe. They got blows from frustrated golf cakes and were scolded in affected tone by their raised botoxteefs. So bad that the tent closed for a while. To let everyone cool. Just like those high schools in Beverwijk and Heemskerk.
Again: there is something in our drinking water. A stuff that makes us aggressive and crazy. In our country there is the Kunstskibaan Snowworld, who wants to expand with a so -called zipline. Then pathetic people hang on a steel washing line and they float a few hundred meters above the ground. Something for screaming bachelor parties. There is only one problem: there is a cemetery among the shouting former beer cyclists where sad families try to moffel a dead among the green sod.
So you leave a world in which people engrave words in bullets, openly commit genocide, want to wage high schools and golf clubs war and floats above your head a jet -fed fat pocket on a string. Then you want to leave. Very far away.