Follow-up organization

Dilan is rummaging around in her attic while her dog, Moos, whines ominously at the bottom of the pull-down stairs. Her faithful four-legged friend, who had to play an incomprehensible role at the last VVD congress, senses what she's looking for. Empty moving boxes. She wants to put them in her car now. That way, the job will be done quickly. She's already gathered some personal belongings in her office in The Hague. She wants to be gone within half an hour. Meanwhile, she wonders whether she should wait for the next poll and the accompanying bye-bye phone call from the party chairman. In these situations, it's best to keep your dignity.

What did she actually do wrong? First, the somewhat hasty Douwe Bob-X, then that desperate full-length feature film on TikTok in which she tried to explain it all crystal clear, and finally, her insincere apologies after more than a month of thinking. Why did she take so much time for that? Thinking just isn't her strong suit.

So what now? She could, of course, replace presenter Malou Petter at SBS's daily social hour. Malou couldn't stand the Dukstad rants on that Telegraaf program anymore and is moving on to something else. Understandable, of course, but I didn't quite understand her move from the NOS Journaal to this right-wing rant where even Jack van Gelder seems like an intellectual. But is presenting a job for Dilan? You do need a warm voice for a job like that. Even for the nonsense she spouts there.

Perhaps the nearly-fired VVD leader is interested in becoming a cleanup coach for the Amsterdam fraternity club Thalia. If Femke Halsema is consistent, she'll close that fraternity house on Vondelstraat for at least a year. The mayor has closed down houses for less. Okay, that was about drugs. According to an illuminating article in this newspaper last week, these brats recently drank 2,400 liters of beer. Isn't beer a drug? Besides, the noses of those well-behaved boys are also being thoroughly refreshed with fantasy-enhancing powder these days. Just like there are plenty of hallucinogenic lozenges in circulation. I think Dilan has her hands full cleaning up that soon-to-be-closed teenage den.

My own neighborhood also has a lot of student fraternity houses, and last Saturday, they had a good old-fashioned hazing ritual. Innocent and fun student entertainment. But I was slightly surprised by the Atomos fraternity, which raced around the corner of Reguliersgracht and Keizersgracht in an old army jeep. Of course, there were plenty of fireworks. No hooligan can do without them these days. But all these respectable men were dressed in sharp black. Black shirts with dark ties, and all black pants underneath. Those black shirts reminded me of something. I have little historical awareness. But maybe I'm too old and too sensitive for this kind of humor. I found it striking because seven years ago, this fraternity was accused of singing anti-Semitic songs. I don't know if they've done the same now, but they were certainly dressed accordingly.

But the question remains: what do we do with Dilan, who once shamelessly lied about thousands of subsequent families traveling to and from their families and has now been tackled by the legal tyrant Bob? A singer who also happens to be the publicity figurehead for a major travel organization. Or should we call D-Reizen a subsequent travel organization from now on?

The Hague's squabbling circus. Maybe she wants to stay in it. But with whom? JA21 has no place because Eerdmans just landed the NSC behemoth Boomsma. Everyone in The Hague wanted to draft this political heavyweight, but Joost won. Congratulations, Joost.

We could also station Dilan as a sniper at the Pyramid of Austerlitz. From there, she could take down the troubled wolf Bram with a well-aimed shot. Or would she be working on our king's quarters? Perhaps he'd like to do this himself. Not only to rid the nation of this beast, but also to fire the first meaningful shot in his illustrious hunting career.