Oh no! It cannot be counted on many hands how many times my granddaughter pronounces those words in her increasingly characteristic dramatic manner. If a pencil falls on the floor: oh no! If she can’t get her coat on: oh no! When her shoes are full of mud after her tour of all the horse stables, where she looks at each horse carefully: oh no!
Everything is a drama for a two-year-old, who has a lot in common with some fun politicians who, in sight of the finish line on June 9, also shift five gears higher in terms of catastrophic thinking. Every problem of the country is by definition big and unsolvable and that is always the fault of someone who speaks French, or a dialect similar to it.
The newspapers are full of it and that doom and gloom will last for exactly 41 days, with an ever increasing flow, after which we will drag ourselves to the polls, exhausted and dejected, to vote for the wrong ones, because you will always see that at this point. one moment.
If euthanasia papers were also made available in those cubicles at the same time: the problems in the financing of health care would be solved immediately, because we no longer manage the collective and are better off with an injection than with a new government, because those are all pickpockets, especially if there are Walloon socialists among them, because apparently they just invented that.
We are exhausted and overworked and are not far from begging, while – I’ll just throw it out to the group – recent calculations showed that we are all sitting on a pot of money of 3,000 billion euros and that is still a conservative estimate.
You wonder how we built it all up if we have to bite every hard-earned cent we’ve earned in half and pour half of it into the bottomless pit of the national debt, with Diependaele and Van Peteghem standing there grinning and doing a dance, after which we chug back home in our third-hand Ladas, where our women offer themselves and their bodies to passers-by to ensure that the children can go to McDonald’s once a month.
It turns out that many of those hard-working Flemish people, who received an 11 percent index adjustment on their meager wages last year, which allowed us to increase our purchasing power the most of all European countries, with a generous discount for a new electric car on top, are also working extremely hard. can saw.
It would make a person depressed. No, oh no, but not with me.
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