Dilan is screaming on her rommel while her dog Moos is whining ominously at the bottom of the vlizotrap. Her four-legged friend, who still had to play an incomprehensible role at the last VVD congress, feels what she is looking for. Empty moving boxes. She wants to put it in her car. Then the job will soon be done quickly. She has already put some personal things together in her office in The Hague. She wants to be able to salt up within half an hour. In the meantime, she wonders if she should wait and see the next poll and the associated Toedeloe phone of the party chairman. Keeping the honor to yourself is the best in such cases.
What did she actually do wrong? First the a little too hasty Bob-X’je, then that desperate evening-filling feature film on Tiktok in which she tried to explain it all razor-sharp and finally her unknown apologies after more than a month of cooling-off period. Why did she take so much space for that? Thinking is simply not her strongest side.
And what now? She can of course follow the presenter Malou Petter at the daily drink hour of SBS. Malou was able to reach the Dukstadge key Telegraph-Program no longer tolerate and will do something else. Indeed understandable, but I already understood nothing of her switch from it NOS Journal To this right -wing Reutelfanfare where even Jack van Gelder seems intellectual. But or presenting is a job for Dilan? For such a job you have to have a little warm voice. Even for the stalls nonsense.
Perhaps the almost dismissed VVD leader wants to become a clean-up coach at the Amsterdam corpsball club Thalia. If Femke Halsema is consistent, she will close that dispute in the Vondelstraat for at least a year. The mayor has plans for less closed. Okay, that was about drugs. According to an enlightening article in this newspaper last week, 2,400 liters of beer recently entered these balls. Isn’t beer a drug? In addition, the noses of those neat boys are nowadays well refreshed with fantasy -enhancing powder. Just like there are enough hallucinating pastilles in circulation. I think Dilan has her hands full of cleaning up that Puberhol.
There are also many corps planes in my own neighborhood and last Saturday there were old -fashioned hazing. Innocent and pleasant student entertainment. But I was slightly surprised at the Atomos dispute that raced hard on the corner of the Reguliers and Keizersgracht in an old army jeep. Of course there was a lot of fireworks. No hooligan can do without it nowadays. But all these neat males were dressed tightly in black. Black shirts with a dark tie on it and all underneath black pants. Those black shirts made me think about something. Little historical awareness. But maybe I am now too old and too sensitive to this kind of humor. I found it striking because this dispute was accused seven years ago of singing anti -Semitic songs. I don’t know whether they have done that, but they were already dressed on it.
But the question remains: what do we do with Dilan, who once shamelessly lied about thousands of Nareis-on-Nareis families and is now tackled by the legal thorougher Bob? A singer who is also the publicity figurehead of a large travel company. Or should you now call that D-trips a native organization?
The Hague Krakeelcircus. Maybe she wants to get stuck in it. But with whom? Ja21 has no place because Eerdmans has just brought in the NSC mastodont Boomsma. The whole of The Hague wanted to incorporate this politically heavyweight, but Joost won. Congratulations Joost.
We can also station Dilan as a sniper on the pyramid of Austerlitz. That she can divert Bram Bram from there with a well -aiming shot. Or is she in the neighborhood of our king? Maybe he would like to do this himself. Not only to free the nation of this beast, but also to solve his first meaningful shot in his illustrious hunter’s career.