Is that Stef Blok a handy political Harrie or just a cunning conniving coward? How disgusting it is to say to your successor at the exit when you leave as Minister of Economic Affairs that there is still a fresh, steaming turd on the coffee table. One that you played there yourself. Deliberately! And then you smile at your successor that she should see what she does with it. But the Groningen gas tap opens wide. With all its consequences. Meeting with the Germans. And we know: those agreements are more important to our government than those with the people of Groningen.
Stef is now in unemployment and Rutte has had coffee with the Germans. He just gave it full throttle. Normally the Minister of Foreign Affairs goes along on these kinds of trips, but Wopke had called in sick safely. That’s lucky if your wife is a doctor. Then a positive test is ready. Long live Liselot.
And what to do next with Groningen? I hope that the Groningers will soon come to The Hague and not leave until the payment has actually been made. Especially after that degrading alms row last week. What a humiliating spectacle that was. That line that soon proved pointless because the money had simply run out. On? Yes on! They could all get a meager tip. Those who were a little late had bad luck. But isn’t that province completely destroyed because we all pumped out more than 400 billion in gas? Correct.
If there is some madman with a burning torch at a politician’s house, then the country is rightly too small, but if a company like NAM has shaken the house of an ordinary citizen into ruins, the resident can wait for years for any compensation. Then you have to prove that those cracks weren’t caused by a flying swarm of wasps.
Together with Sigrid, Mark has to move quickly in the Gouden Koets towards the city of Groningen. There they should not promise money, but have the money with them in cash. Hand of cash. And not a silly 250 million! But just the full damage! So a few billion. Deposit on the Grote Markt! Just pretend it’s KLM. Butter with the fish!
The fresh cabinet will probably now murmur civilly that they are all very busy with that lockdown, but that is also not true. That lockdown has since been completely over since yesterday. Whatever they announced at the last press conference, the people don’t care anymore. There is massive mutiny. The bars dance and drink, in the theaters there is laughter and crying and on the sports fields they win and lose. illegal. So delicious. The hospitals would become overcrowded, but they don’t. Well, then you made a mistake and that’s not a bad thing, but then you just adjust the rules. New impetus. Elasticity. Don’t hang around in the chagrin for too long.
Last Thursday it was already clear. The government had obediently leaked everything again, but the people were ready. In the afternoon I could already see throngs of students with overflowing shopping carts zigzagging across the canals. Shopping carts in which dozens of beer crates were stacked. I asked if Boris Johnson might join them for a party, but they said they were drinking with Prince Andrew. He had to put a girl sorority to bed first.
Oh yes, there is also excess mortality! Correct. All crematoria are baking until late at night. But that’s good for the funeral farmers. One’s bread is another’s Tesla. And it is a great solution for the acute housing shortage, which is higher than ever. That’s good for the troubled Hugo.
I’m going to drink to that for now. True? In a bar in Almere. Why Almere? Ank Bijleveld has been mayor there since yesterday and Ank has practiced in Afghanistan. So I think it’s going to be okay with enforcement for the time being.
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