Fon Zwart

Culi-schrijfster van vroeger. Heeft pen & pan ingeruild voor glas & vork en wereldreizen voor stedentrips in Europa. Op ‘X’ soms villein, maar IRL best lief… 🫣

[Fon Zwart @fonnetje]

Lieve/beste twitteraars,
Fon’s uitvaart gisteren was prachtig: precies zoals ze het in gedachten had. We hebben op gepaste wijze afscheid van haar genomen en ik wil iedereen bedanken voor de mooie, lieve en ontroerende reacties, hier op Twitter en elders.
De wereld moet het nu zonder haar inbreng doen en dat zal wellicht niet eenvoudig zijn: zoals Fon altijd zei: klagen moet!
Het ga jullie allemaal goed, deze pagina’s blijven in de toekomst leeg!
Marcel

[Fon Zwart @fonnetje]

Lieve/beste twitteraars,
Op mij rust de droeve plicht jullie te informeren dat Fon gisteren gestorven is. Niet onverwacht - op 88-jarige leeftijd - maar door haar zeker ook niet ongewenst: ze was lichamelijk op en hoewel ze tot het einde haar mening met vuur is blijven geven is de koek nu defintief op.
Voor degenen die haar uitvaart willen meemaken is er een livestream to volgen op woensdag 1 april om 14.45 uur via: https:/live-ceremonie.nl
Plechtigheid ID : 156337
Wachtwoord : YZwartWolff
Voor eventuele informatie graag mailen naar [email protected]
Marcel Wolff (broer)

[Fon Zwart @fonnetje]

He’s an idiot elected by idiots!

[Ed @younakaEVH]

@LePapillonBlu2 Chickens or a person who can’t take responsibilities don’t deserve to be a leader of a nation.

[Fon Zwart @fonnetje]

De opgespoten lippenbrigade…

[Maritza @BlueHereMaritza]

@atrupar Mar a Lago Pill-grimage…

[Fon Zwart @fonnetje]

The stupidity of that brainless ninconpoop occupying the #WhiteHouse it getting worse by the day (maybe even by the hour…). Why are his handlers not stopping him from making him and his presidency the laughing stock of the world?

[UAVoyager🇺🇦 @CrimeanVoyager]

Reporter: Who is Witkoff talking to in Iran?

Trump: With a person… we supposedly took him out, but he’s still there. Nobody’s ever seen him, and we’re not really sure… it’s complicated.

🚑 Someone get a doctor for grandpa!

[Fon Zwart @fonnetje]

@SandraZuidema @parool Hiske was veel te mild! Wij waren op deze zonnige zondag de enige lunchgasten (wat ook iets zegt…) en écht, ik heb een beetje verstand van eten: en dat (verplichte!) vijfgangenmenu van #Tannay was een aaneenschakeling van pretentieuze malligheden op deftig serviesgoed….

[Fon Zwart @fonnetje]

Vandaag geluncht bij #Tannay (voorheen‘De Gouden Reael’), op de Westelijke Eilanden, dat van @parool recencente Mara Grimm een 8 1/2 kreeg. Nou, wij vonden het eten qua culinaire pretentie een 10 waard en qua waarde voor je (vele) geld hooguit een 3+. Wat een ballentent!

[Fon Zwart @fonnetje]

And this rubbish is posted by an demented idiot who resides in the White House… How much longer can sane Americans keep tolerating this?

[Real America's Voice (RAV) @RealAmVoice]

🚨 @POTUS: "The Democrat running in Texas, James Talarico, turns out to be a FRAUD!"

[Fon Zwart @fonnetje]

Wat een vreselijke rat is die @SecGenNATO geworden! #Rutte was al een verschrikkelijke PM van Nederland, maar in zijn huidige functie is-ie zijn #Trump kontlikkerige zelf aan ‘t overstijgen… 🤮

[Aaron Rupar @atrupar]

"I understand the president's frustration" -- Mark Rutte is completely committed to appeasement of Trump, even when he's asked about Trump trashing NATO

[ᗰᗩƳᖇᗩ @LePapillonBlu2]

This says everything

[Gandalv @Microinteracti1]

Robert Mueller died last night.

He was 81 years old. He had a wife who loved him for sixty years. He had two daughters, one of whom he met for the first time in Hawaii, in 1969, on a few hours of military leave, before he got back on the plane and returned to Vietnam. He had grandchildren. He had a faith he practiced quietly, without performance. He had, in the way of men who have seen real things and survived them, a quality that is increasingly rare and increasingly mocked in the country he spent his life serving.

He had integrity.

And tonight the President of the United States said good!

I have been sitting with that word for hours now. Good. One syllable. The thing you say when the coffee is hot or the traffic is moving. The thing a man who has never had to bury anyone, never had to sit in the specific silence of a room where someone is newly absent, reaches for when he wants the world to know he is satisfied. Good. The daughters are crying and the wife is alone in the house and good.

I want to speak directly to the Americans reading this. Not the political Americans. Just the human ones. The ones who have lost a father. The ones who know what it is to be in that first hour, when you keep forgetting and then remembering again, when ordinary objects become unbearable, when the world outside the window seems obscene in its indifference. I want to ask you, simply, to hold that feeling for a moment, and then to understand that the man you elected looked at it and typed a single word.

Good.

This is not a country having a bad day. I need you to understand that. Countries have bad days. Elections go wrong. Leaders disappoint. Institutions bend. But there is a different thing, a rarer and more terrible thing, that happens when the moral center of a place simply gives way. Not dramatically. Not with a single catastrophic event. But quietly, in increments, until one evening a president celebrates the death of an old man whose family is still warm with grief, and enough people find it acceptable that it becomes the weather. Just the weather.

That is what is happening. That is what has happened.

The world knows. From Tokyo to Oslo, from London to Buenos Aires, people are not angry at America tonight. Anger would mean there was still something to fight for, some remaining faith to be betrayed. What I see, in the reactions from everywhere that is not here, is something older and sadder than anger. It is the look people get when they have waited a long time for someone they love to find their way back, and have finally understood that they are not coming.

America is being grieved. Past tense, almost. The idea of it. The thing it represented to people who had nothing else to believe in, who came here with everything they owned in a single bag because they had heard, somehow, across an ocean, that this was the place where decency was written into the walls. That idea is not resting. It is not suspended. It is being buried, in real time, with 7,450 likes before dinner.

And the church said nothing.

Seventy million people have decided that this man, this specific man who has cheated everyone he has ever made a promise to, who has mocked the disabled and the dead and the grieving, who celebrated tonight while a family wept, is an instrument of God. The pastors who made that bargain did not just trade away their credibility. They traded away the thing that made them worth listening to in the first place. The cross they carry now is a costume. The faith they preach is a loyalty oath with scripture attached. When the history of American Christianity is written, this will be the chapter they skip at seminary.

Now I want to talk about the men who stand next to him.

Because this is the part that actually breaks my heart.

JD Vance is not a bad man. I have to say that, because it is true, and because the truth matters even now, especially now. Marco Rubio is not a bad man. Lindsey Graham is not a bad man. They are idiots, but not bad, as in BAD! These are men with mothers who raised them and children who love them and friends who remember who they were before all of this. They are not monsters. Monsters are simple. Monsters do not cost you anything emotionally because there is nothing in them to mourn.

These men are something more painful than monsters.

They are men who knew better, and know better still, and will get up tomorrow and do it again.

Every small compromise they made had a reason. Every moment they looked the other way had a justification that sounded, at the time, almost reasonable. And now they have arrived here, at a place where a president celebrates the death of an old man and they will find a way, on television, to say nothing that means anything, and they will go home to houses where children who carry their name are waiting, and they will say goodnight, and they will say nothing.

Their oldest friends are watching. The ones who knew Rubio when he still believed in something. Who knew Graham when he said, out loud, on the record, that this exact man would destroy the Republican Party and deserve it. Who sat next to Vance and thought here is someone worth knowing. Those friends are not angry tonight. They moved through anger a long time ago. What they feel now is the quiet, irrecoverable sadness of watching someone disappear while still being present. Of watching a person they loved choose, again and again, to become less.

That is what cowardice costs. Not the coward. The people who loved him.

And in the comments tonight, the followers celebrate. People who ten years ago brought casseroles to grieving neighbours. Who stood in the rain at gravesides and meant the words they said. Who told their children that we do not speak ill of the dead because the dead were someone's beloved. Those people are tonight typing gleeful things about a man whose daughters are not yet done crying. And they feel clean doing it. Righteous. Because somewhere along the way the thing they were given in exchange for their decency was the feeling of belonging to something, and that feeling is very hard to give up even when you can no longer remember what you gave for it.

When Trump is gone, they will still be here.

Standing in the silence where the noise used to be. Without the permission the crowd gave them. Without the pastor who told them their cruelty was holy. They will be alone with what they said and what they cheered and what they chose to become, and there will be no one left to tell them it was righteous.

That morning is coming.

Robert Mueller flew across the Pacific on military leave to hold his newborn daughter for a few hours before returning to the war. He came home. He buried his dead with honour. He served presidents of both parties because he understood that the institution was larger than any one man. He told his grandchildren that a lie is the worst thing a person can do, that a reputation once lost cannot be recovered, and he lived that, every day, in the quiet and unglamorous way of people who actually believe what they say.

He was the kind of American the world used to point to when it needed to believe the story was true.

He died last night. His wife is alone in their house in Georgetown. His daughters are learning what the world is without him in it. And somewhere in the particular hush that falls over a family in the first hours of loss, the most powerful man and the biggest loser on earth sent a message to say he was glad.

The world that loved what America was supposed to be is grieving tonight. Not for Robert Mueller only. For the country that produced him and then became this. For the distance between what was promised and what was delivered. For the suspicion, growing quieter and more certain with each passing month, that the America people believed in was always partly a story, and the story is over now, and there is nothing yet to replace it.

That is all it needed to be.

A man died. His family is broken open with grief.

That is all it needed to be.

Instead the President said good.

And the country that once stood for something looked away 🇺🇸

Gandalv / @Microinteracti1

[Fon Zwart @fonnetje]

@Lindaliciousss Wellicht is niemand in mijn omgeving aan de #Ozempics , of .heb ik een nieuwe bril nodig…

[Fon Zwart @fonnetje]

Waaraan “zie” je dat mensen #Ozempic gebruiken? Slikken ze pilletjes of injecteren ze zichzelf in jouw bijzijn?

[larissa rogers @larissa_rogers1]

In mijn omgeving zie ik steeds meer mensen Ozempic gebruiken. Ben nooit slank geweest en zal het ook nooit worden. Eigen schuld. Hou het wel een beetje onder controle samen met een diëtiste en wat sporten. Maar Ozempic waag ik me niet aan. Bang voor afhankelijkheid van het middel

[Fon Zwart @fonnetje]

How much credit do you give to the President of the US of A who openly says that he’s happy that one of his opponents (the director of the FBI) has died? How crazy are you Americans? I won’t ever set foot in that hell hole you’ve created!

[Fon Zwart @fonnetje]

Vinden jullie Rob Kemps een goede vervanger van Frank Lammers in de #Jumbo reclamespotjes? Of gaan jullie, net als ik, nooit naar een Jumbo filiaal omdat er gewoonweg - net als #Lidl en #Aldi - nooit eentje in de buurt is?

[Fon Zwart @fonnetje]

De inrichting van dat huis van Gerard Joling, hemeltjelief welke binnenhuisarchitect heeft dat verzonnen? Bestaat er qua huis inrichting nog wel iets tussen het #JandesBouvrie minimalisme en de #Jordanese uitbundigheid?

[Fon Zwart @fonnetje]

You have to be a heart- and brainless American idiot to post this!

[DocumentingLibs @USADocumented]

This vile leftist hopes President Trump either dies or suffers a debilitating stroke, ending up in a nursing home abandoned by his own kids.

You have to be deeply disturbed to spend your day fantasizing about this.

[Fon Zwart @fonnetje]

That’s true, but only if you’re white…

[Pholo B @uNgcoboSani]

@UlrichJvV Unmatched I tell you....

South Africa is the best country in the world.