Reverend Breglul is coming to take your butts
Sigh.
Cough.
Sigh.
This is the story of a rhetorical trick that was already worn out when it was first performed and – if we continue like this – will continue to appear in all kinds of newspapers, on websites and in bookstores. It is the story of the most tiresome ‘opinion maker’ who continues to appear on the NPO. It is the story of a figure with more annoying opinions and arguments than Asha ten Broeke, Sander Schimmelpenninck and Marga Bult combined.
To give you an idea of the scale of delusion – imagine reading the following news item in the morning: ‘Weird and distasteful comparison with plane deaths crashes on Schiphol runway, no survivors.’ And imagine that half an hour later another message like this appears – ‘Comparison between cancer deaths and plane crash victims still nonsensical, keeps going’ – and again thirty minutes later. Then assume that this continues all day and night, and eventually more than fifty absurd comparisons follow in 24 hours. Finally, imagine having to read silly stories like this all day long.
You don’t feel like doing that at all. And neither do we. But it’s so addictive to piss off Rutger Bregman because every bullshit-with-the-truth sentence that comes from the pen of that Drei Groschen Dominee evaporates every sincere moral ambition and makes you want to get a load of butts to smoke away and cough all the noxious fumes directly into the face of that talking pack of reformed muesli. We have no choice and it is all the fault of the Rutger Bregman industry. “First of all, we need to get angry again.” Angry at Rutger Bregman, yes. But we no longer have the strength for it.
