Vengeful austerity
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Not unexpected, right, that fishwife conflict between Trump and Musk? I find it funny. A quarrel on a high level. Elon is called a subsidy guzzler by Donald, after which Musk has threatened to stop blowing rockets into space for the president. Furthermore, the tech billionaire has also let it be known that the report on Epstein will not be made public because it states that Donald also regularly licked vulnerable little girls at the pedophile Jeffrey's. Is that true? We should ask that vomited sweat prince Andrew. He knows whether Bill Clinton, Leonardo DiCaprio, Michael Jackson, Bruce Willis and a bunch of other rough wankers have been rolling around in heat during steamy rich people gangbangs on that mysterious Virgin Island.
Meanwhile, it is being blatantly claimed that Musk is heavily on drugs. He denies it like any addict does. Half of the far-right in America wants to throw the blustering Elon out of the country, 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. In almost every apartment, pills and powders are being rolled. That sounds like music to our Elon's ears.
In the meantime, I am trying to recover from the blow that the Schoof cabinet was dismantled this week in our country. By the great Geert himself, no less. When I heard the word 'government' mentioned everywhere last Tuesday morning, I thought that was slightly exaggerated. A government governs and you can't accuse Schoof's club of that after the fact. It was more like vengeful cutbacks. But then on everything. On art, education, broadcasting, the elderly, the disabled, climate and the environment. Furthermore, there had to be more flying and faster driving.
I recently spoke to a man from The Hague who works as a messenger at the Catshuis. He told me that the cabinet meetings in the Trêveszaal had been hilarious over the past year. While they were supposedly meeting, Geert was sitting in a small, stuffy room, listening in fanatically. In the meantime, he hissed at his party members, who all had an earpiece in, how they should respond to the fiery words of the prime minister.
Dickie himself wore a large pair of headphones. In one ear Geert was chattering and in the other the Hague super trio Dilan, Caroline and Nicolien. The latter was a breath of fresh air for the prime minister after weeks of sniffling by the Twente comma-fucker Pieter. Caroline only chatted about this and that, while he was getting dead tired of that Dilan. He kept lisping: after-journey on after-journey on after-journey on after-journey. Geert sometimes clapped along rhythmically to this downright pathetic mantra.
Furthermore, our prime minister had to keep an eye on the ragtag bunch of ministers. Like the hallucinatory Marjolein Faber who was almost manically playing with a few silly ribbons while she kept muttering that there are indeed signs in Denmark that discourage asylum seekers. Signs that no one has seen until now. In psychiatry, this is a common phenomenon. Just like Halbe having tea with Putin.
Furthermore, Reinette Klever was sitting with a stinking mouth because it was from that mouth that the proposal had come to only provide development aid to the very poorest if we as the Netherlands ourselves would benefit from it. Caroline advised Klever to smear himself with manure. Then you won't smell your own sewer odor anymore. In addition, Mona Keijzer was bragging about how much she had achieved as a minister. Such as a ban on nesting places for birds and bats in new construction. Although not a single brick had been laid under her administration, she still saw that as a highlight. And she had prevented the construction of a hospice in Volendam because dying elderly people can cause an incredible amount of nuisance.
The messenger said that he would miss the group of charlatans very much. Especially their own input, vision and political drive. And he found it especially funny that after the last cabinet meeting they suddenly all wanted Timmermans' number. Frans is the absolute expert on severance pay.
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