Sex witch

Virginia Giuffre's brothers reacted with irritation this week to Donald Trump, who claimed that Jeffrey Epstein once stole their then seventeen-year-old sister from his spa. They stumbled over the word "stolen" because, in their view, the girl wasn't an object. Does Trump agree? What do you think?

Personally, I was stuck on the term "spa," which I think you could also just call a prostitute brothel. With Mr. Trump as its pimp, who personally tested the hookups every week at the time. His Royal Highness Prince Andrew undoubtedly disagrees and prefers to call it a Bible-based Sunday school.

The brothers also said that Virginia wasn't stolen but recruited. And not by Epstein, but by Ghislaine Maxwell. Virginia herself put it differently: that she was recruited by Jeffrey's sex witch. I think the concept of recruitment is a bit closer to the truth in this case. Prince Andrew will soon testify that he and Virginia were pen pals for two years before they hesitantly met at a youth campfire on that cozy Virgin Island. At least fifty letters preceded that. According to the prince, they never physically went any further than her tying his shoes. He couldn't do that himself. He'd never learned that at the palace. He had a footman for that.

The Giuffre family has also begged Donald not to pardon that creepy Maxwell. They consider that a high probability. Especially if she suddenly can't remember certain pedophile guests. She's already called Rutte to ask how to do that. The so-called "white-willed forgetting." Donald had given Ghislaine the number of Mark, whom he's considered his bonus son since the heated NATO summit in The Hague.

I learned the delightful concept of a bonus son this week when I read that Bram had started barking hoarsely and foaming at the mouth during a televised argument between Gordon and some Talpa intern. For the record: Bram isn't the Utrecht big bad wolf in this case, but the disgraced top lawyer Moszkowicz, who now scrounges up a living as a gossip columnist for the literary news program Shownieuws . "Bram's brains are on fire," I thought pityingly when I heard about the schoolyard incident.

What the argument was about? I don't know. So, why not look back? I really don't have time for that. I have more important things on my mind. Like the shocking transfer of NSC pensioner Agnes Joseph to Caroline and Mona's struggling BBB. The Binnenhof was shaken to its foundations this week. She left party leader Eddy van Hijum lonely. Late on Wednesday, October 29th, our Eddy sits completely alone in his completely deserted party office in The Hague. Zero seats. He watches the TV with the sound muted because the ever-louder cheering of Henri Bontenbal drives him crazy. He already knows he'll be our new prime minister. Eddy sees that even in Enschede, no one voted for him. Absolutely no one. So even Pietje Omtzigt was at his wits' end. The only phone call he receives that evening is from Yesilgöz. After losing fourteen seats, she seeks solace with other election victims. Eddy holds his phone a meter from his ear. That VVD woman's screeching voice is unbearable. Especially since she lost.

I'm longing for next week. Why? Vitesse is making a last-ditch effort in court to stay in paid football. I sincerely hope they win. Simply because they're part of the team. It's wonderful to have a club with, first, that crazy village jeweler Karel Aalbers and then the most incompetent Russian and Georgian fantasists in that overpriced stadium. Monnikenhuizen was so damned cozy. But Arnhem deserves a football club without a blind, charlatan board.

I really mean it. Just continue next year. As far as I'm concerned, with Eddy van Hijum as chairman and Yesilgöz as mascot. They know what losing is.