Over here, you know, here, in Europe (hidden behind the soon Brand New British Empire, that will try to arise out of its ashes, only to fall dramatically back in a cloud of grey dust, ready to be bought by Donny the Dealogist for 10 bob, 6 shilling and three pence) we have a premonition of the successor of the present Ambassador of the USA in our country -a guy called Hoekstra, pronounced like Hook and bra, but with ‘str’ in the middle- after he has left us to become one more incompetent director in the Trump administration.

It is the Bagel Guy! Nobody in the universe will fit the job description of a representative of the Government of the US better than he (foul mouth, hates women, doesn’t know shit of whatever, is a media personality, lives in New York, is antisemite, will spoil any relationship with former friends and loves to threaten people without reason).

The Bagel Guy will be happy over here. Not only do we have women, we also have a lot of shops with Bagel in their name. He can just go on behaving like he did and add he is representative of Don the Dealer. Nobody will be surprised. The only fact he has to know: the Netherlands are not for sale.

Friend of life and beauty and foe of spoilers of life and beauty. Golden marriage. Grandfather. Pianist and micro poet. Dutch, European.

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