On Thursday I posted a translation about a Dutch minister’s expressed desire to import culture-enrichers into the Netherlands from the French banlieues. H. Numan sends his own take on the same topic.
Stultitiae Laus
by H. Numan
What I’m about to tell you is so mind-boggling insanely stupid, I couldn’t think of any title but In Praise of Folly. Where do you think the largest mental asylum of the world is located? It’s smack on the borders of Belgium and Germany. The elites have decided that the Dutch are guilty of all pollution in the world, and the (other) Dutch (not themselves!) will atone for that sin. At Schiphol they will erect a statue of no-longer-liberty: a woman clad in burka, carrying the torch of hatred. The one in America says: Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses. Ours will say: Give me your bums, your rapists, your criminals.
So let’s start with our minister for Funny Walks Social Affairs Karien van Gennip. She launched a plan so shockingly insane I have no words for it. She wants to import French and Spanish riffraff out of the banlieues to work in The Netherlands. Yes, you read that right. She wants to alleviate our high-tech labor shortages by importing people who do not want to work at all and are barely literate. At best they are barely coherent in French. Which, for all the linguistic skills we Dutch profess to have, is no longer a lingua franca in The Netherlands. They probably had to revive president Macron when he heard about this crazy plan. Otherwise he’d die from laughter. Eh bien, ce n’est pas un problème. Envoyez-les immédiatement! He probably said that, when he recovered. I’m not sure what they said in the Escorial. Probably something similar, in Spanish.
I’m not going to explain why this crazy plan can’t work. It’s done to death already. It just illustrates how mentally isolated the elites are. She wants to import more of them, as if we don’t have enough already. She’s visualizing several hundred thousands of pimps, drug pushers and rapists who will, in her dystopian mind, become hard-working citizens reviving the economy. Why?
She got the idea when she was working in Paris. Some of her staff were from banlieues, and very eager to please. (Six inches or more, I warrant to guess.) She may even have toured a banlieue. In an armored limousine accompanied by a beefcake bodyguard. Why not give those poor oppressed people in French and Spanish (yes, merely importing French riffraff isn’t enough) slums a second chance? Given the fact that most of them have criminal records thicker than the koran, that’ll be more like a six thousandth chance. Needless to say, this plan was ridiculed by even her own party (CDA). Not to mention Geert Wilders. Basically ever non-elite would like to re-enact a scene from Game of Thrones. The one where Cersei does the walk of shame. Only this time with Karien van Gennip.
She is not the only women who embarrassed herself. The leader of the VVD (conservative party) was mortally offended by the aforementioned Geert Wilders. He called her a ‘tassendraagster’ (bag carrier) for the prime minister. The humiliation! She, Sophie Hermans, is a strong independent woman! Never mind that she was weaseled into a secretarial job by her daddy. After a stint as secretary to the prime minister she was promoted to chairman of the VVD. Provided that she, as a strong independent woman, did exactly what Mark Rutte told her to do. She was born in 1981, is unmarried/no relationship/no children, so she will end her life as a strong independent crazy cat lady. Sophie likes All in the Family very much: her younger sister took over her secretarial post to the prime minister. Well, strong independent woman, if you can’t stand being called tassendrager, find another job. Wilders, for example, is called a lot worse, on a daily basis. He made mincemeat out of this pathetic woman.
It’s very interesting to note that Parliament abhorred Wilders’ strong words, and rushed to denounce him and defend that strong independent woman. When Wilders was viciously slandered in far worse terms the day before, not a peep.