Not unexpectedly, that fishwich conflict between Trump and Musk? I think it’s funny. Quarrel on level. ELON is called for subsidy lurper by Donald, after which Musk threatened not to blow up the space for the president anymore. Furthermore, the tech billionaire also let us know that the report on Epstein is not being made public because it says that Donald was also regularly lebber by the pedophile Jeffrey of vulnerable little girls. Whether that is true? We should ask that from the defeated sweat prince Andrew. He knows whether Bill Clinton, Leonardo DiCaprio, Michael Jackson, Bruce Willis and a bunch of other rugged rukkers during steaming rich people-gang bangs have been rolling on that mysterious virgin island.
In the meantime, it is hard to say that Musk is firmly on the drugs. He denies that as every made of addicted. Half of the extreme right -wing America wants to flicker the briesing Elon, but I beg the Americans to keep him there. Before you know it, he will come here because we are the largest drug producer in Europe. Pills and pimples are played in almost every doorzon home. That sounds like music to our elon.
In the meantime, I try to recover from the thump that the sheaf cabinet has been dismantled this week in our country. Due to the great Geert himself. When I often heard the word ‘government’ everywhere mentioned everywhere last Tuesday morning, I found that slightly exaggerated. A government rules and you can’t accuse the Schoof’s club afterwards. It was more revenge cutting back. But then also on everything. On art, education, broadcaster, elderly, disabled, climate and the environment. Furthermore, more had to be flown and driven harder.
I recently spoke a Hagenees who works as a messenger at the Catshuis. He said that the cabinet meetings in the Trêveszaal were hilarious last year. While they supposedly met, Geert was fanatically listening in a small stuffy room. In the meantime, he hissed against his party members, who all had an ear, how to respond to the prime minister’s fiery words.
Dickie wore a large headphone herself. In his one ear, Geert and in the other the Supertrio Dilan, Caroline and Nicolien in The Hague. The latter was a relief for the prime minister after the weeks of speech of the Twente KoManeuker Pieter. Caroline only chatted something about cows and chest calves, while he was tired of that dilan. He continued continuously: Nareis on Nareis on Nareis on Nareis. Geert sometimes collapsed rhythmically on this downright pathetic mantra.
Furthermore, our Prime Minister had to keep an eye on the collapsed bunch of ministers. Such as the hallucinatory Marjolein Faber who was almost manic with a few silly ribbons playing while she continuously muttered that there are signs in Denmark that discourage asylum seekers. Signs that have not been seen by anyone so far. In psychiatry this is a common phenomenon. Just like Halbe at Putin on tea.
Furthermore, Reinette Klever had a muzzle with a muzzle because from that mouth the proposal had come to only provide development aid to the poorest if we, as the Netherlands, also benefited. Caroline advised Klever to smear herself with manure. Then you no longer smell your own well. In addition, Mona Keijzer was poaching that she has achieved a lot as a minister. Such as a nesting spot ban for birds and bats in the new building. Although no stone has been bricked under her reign, she saw it as a highlight. And she had prevented the construction of a Volendams hospice because dying elderly people can cause an incredible amount of nuisance.
The messenger said that he is going to miss the club Charlatans. Especially their own input, vision and political energetic. And he thought it was particularly funny that after the last Council of Ministers they suddenly wanted Timmermans’s song. Frans is the absolute redundancy expert.