In this sunny summer weekend I like to hand out congratulations. First of all to President Trump who has been nominated by his friend Netanyahu for the Nobel Peace Prize. The way Bibi gave this great gift to Donald was tender and sincere. What became especially me was the moving reaction of the innocent Donald, who was completely robbed by this offer and therefore responded very spontaneously and sincerely. When I saw this I thought: the Third World War is still far away for the time being.
And I congratulate former NSC MP Jelle Soepboer who jumped from the sinking party ship just in time, so that he does not have to experience the total downfall of this splinter at the end of October.
Also congratulations for the municipality of Coevorden who has managed to stop the arrival of fourteen minor girls with fire bombs and open violence. Really fantastic. That’s how we do it. I also congratulate the refugees that a stay in this illiterate tribe has been spared them.
I also congratulate Turkish President Erdogan, who once again succeeded in getting a number of corrupt mayors behind bars in his country without a Western country protesting against it. Really very handsome.
And of course my congratulations also go to dirty Jeroentje Rietbergen, who will definitely not be prosecuted for rape of the then nineteen -year -old Nienke Wijnhoven. Making a minor girl with limited pianoving players is indeed something very different from a vune musician and therefore indeed not punishable.
Who I should not forget to congratulate is the editors of it NOS JournalThey were so friendly this week not to broadcast and grant the once again embarrassing news about their director Renate Eringa, the goat path queen of the Fatherland, to their colleagues from RTL. Really a journalistic feat. I think you can count on storage. And you know: Renate is not silly with salaries. Of course I also congratulate Renate myself because, despite everything, she is shamelessly sticking to the broadcasting plush. I only call that character sweetheart.
And I congratulate a street in Zwolle because we succeeded in stopping Noor Visser’s student house. Noor is a girl who lost her father not so long ago and bought a house from the inheritance. She wanted to live in there with a few girlfriends. The neighbors got out of it and objected to the municipality. The arguments were of course: nuisance, noise, crowds, parties. All cheerfulness that would remind her street too much in Noor in Noor of their own wanton youth. This kind of would rather do it in their responsible charging stations jungle while thinking of the mortgage interest deduction, the solar panel weel, the electric cargo bikes and the wonderful traffic threshold success. They don’t want to be confronted with their own earlier. When their lives were still fun and felt like.
The municipality forbade the student house, on which Noor went to court. That seemed like a course for our Norwegian. Who determines who you get in your own house? Certainly with judges who have also studied and therefore know everything about alcohol, cross -border behavior and nocturnal fun. So they probably gave Noor right. I calculated on a student -like letter from the President of the court to the Zwolle reserve residents in which it was explained how healthy it is to be kept awake by young stuff that the nights still use for love and dreams. And not by thinking about snoring salt bags that are about relationship therapy.
But unfortunately. The slightly demented judges have forgotten their own youth. So Noor lost.
And that is why I congratulate Noor Visser. If only because she was warned on time. I hope she can sell the house to some lubrication couple that will be very happy in the crashy street.
And I will congratulate the boys and girls of the student houses around me on the summer in which they can drink beer on the sofa on the sofa. Cold beer. In short: Cheers!