@samgerrits@EvaHoeke Waarbij Jantje eerst de 2 makkelijke antwoorden invult want die weet hij wel (1×9= 9 en 10x9=90). Vervolgens telt hij zijn fouten verticaal naar beneden en controleert het aantal fouten nogmaals door ze verticaal van beneden naar boven te tellen. Rara: 0 fouten!
A British writer penned the best description of Donald Trump I’ve ever read:
“Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?”
A few things spring to mind. Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem. For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace – all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed. So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief.
Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing – not once, ever. I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility – for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman. But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is – his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty.
Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only crows or jeers. And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.
There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface. Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront. Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul. And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist. Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that. He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat. He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.
And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead. There are unspoken rules to this stuff – the Queensberry rules of basic decency – and he breaks them all. He punches downwards – which a gentleman should, would, could never do – and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless – and he kicks them when they are down.
So the fact that a significant minority – perhaps a third – of Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then think ‘Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that:
• Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.
• You don’t need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man.
This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss. After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum. God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid. He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart. In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make a Trump.
And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish: ‘My God… what… have… I… created?' If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set.”
-Nate White
@life_of_esther @alfagrl Onze gemeente leegt de groene bak in juni, juli en augustus elke week i.p.v. om de week. Daar maak ik graag gebruik van. Visafval e.d. mag in een krant.
@MOment_Comm @boudewijnsteur Frans werkte eens samen met een aankomend muzikante in zijn show. Zij zong dit lied, in dit geval "Voor hem". Deze zin weigerde ze echter te zingen! "In mijn lichaam heeft HIJ....etc 😉
@sylviawitteman De officiële naam is Mopshond (Engels: Pug). De doorgefokte verkorte snuit veroorzaakt ademhalingsproblemen en ook de te lange tong is hiervan het gevolg. Ik meen dat er in Nederland inmiddels een fokverbod geldt voor dit ras.
If the 10-year-old daughter of a White right-wing fundamentalist Christian was raped by a Black man, you can be damn sure her parents would be arranging for an abortion on the spot.
@Rob_hero @Susan_Hol Ik kreeg deze melding omdat ik nog net feen 3 maanden daarvóór mijn 1ste booster had ontvangen. Ik wilde ook vooruit plannen. Even gewacht met inplannen tot het 3 maanden en 1 dag na de 1ste booster was...toen lukte het wel.
What I like about these Downing St. photos is that even if you had no idea who these leaders were, you could effortlessly pick out which one is the wealthy scion of a political dynasty, which one’s the Churchill wannabe and which one was a middle manager for a peanut butter firm
@AnneliesNijhuis@mzelst Niet alleen voor de statistieken. Om groen vinkje te behouden. Bovendien is het bij long-Covid klachten belangrijk een officiële bevestiging van de GGD te hebben. Dat laatste wens ik he uiteraard niet toe. Voor de 8-jarige is het niet nodig.