GeenStijl: Arthur van Amerongen – Whoreman

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Tomorrow evening, Joris “seven vinkjes” Luyendijk will talk to Zomergasten Sakir Khadr. According to the VPRO “this documentary photographer and filmmaker of Palestinian-Dutch descent, stunning, cinematic work and raw, intimate images of conflict zones”. The authoritative and unexpected blog The subsidy money continued recently wrote that the best man is on a controversial American terrorist list used by many countries, and No style it was previously reported that Khadr was fired from de Volkskrant because of reckless behavior in a war zone, or something similar. So it will be another summer evening of top entertainment at the VPRO: fantastic melancholy stories for the central heatingfor I heard from Pelleboer that King Herfst has already entered the desert motherland and is lost.

Anyway, I almost exploded with anger when I read the ad in my Vrije Geluiden TV guide, with its imitation leather cover. Why am I never invited, as an interviewer or an interviewee? The informed reader will of course know that I am referring to this pathetic cry for help an interview with Flappie Maas, who with a number on his ears can participate in competitive women’s sailing at the Olympic Games in Paris with Jan Paternette. I report: “Cornald Maas finds it very strange that he receives so few requests for big interviews. The AVRO presenter admits this in the VARA guide. Maas finds himself interesting enough for it. Rarely which caused a design interview to be strange to me. Oh well, there are three certain things in life: taxes, death and hysterical biting and grabbing the professional empty CEO ‘we’re going to win this year’ Maas about the Eurovision Song Contest.

And as for Badr Khadr: I am also raw and intimate! And I was also often in conflict zones, and especially on the Zeedijk when it was still tight there. Take a ride on that Soul Train!

My middle name is Kinnesinne and I am extremely jealous of Luyendijk, who knows me well. He traveled a lot with me through Lebanon and Iran and we almost would have traveled together from Amman to Baghdad for the Second Gulf War, if I had not arrived there much earlier. Joris told me over a glass of araq in the Holiday Inn in Amman – where we were waiting for visas for Iraq – that I was his role model when he was still a student. After that I only met Joris once, on the street in Amsterdam. Joortje was at his peak and told me – his former idol after all – that it was time for me to progress. I then cried for half an hour, the reader will understand that.

Luyendijk recently announced that there is no interview program as special as Zomergasten anywhere in the world, in which people talk for three hours. Had the man ever heard of Joe Rogan? His interview with Duncan Trussell lasted five hours and nineteen minutes! Would Luyendijk have even heard of Lex Fridman? Fridman’s podcast has 4 million people and the good man doesn’t shy away from three-hour interviews with Ivanka Trump, Kevin Spacey and Tucker Carlson. His interview with Elon Musk lasted eight and a half hours and the pleasant conversation with Sam Harris lasted more than five hours. Religious critic Harris is one of the “Four Horsemen”, with Richard Dawkins, Christopher Hitchens, and Daniel Dennett. That is very different from Uncle Erich “Willkommenskultur” von der Burg, who was in the first episode of Zomergasten and was allowed to talk a little with VPRO mastodon Peter van Ingen. Anyone who wants to see a good parody of Zomergasten and Van Ingen – with his carefully replicated movements and his passion – should go to YouTube The heather man from Jiskfet. Hilarious!

With the beard of the prophet: how amazing to see the handful of fossilized people couch potatoeswhich is also rooted among them TV Chairman Berend Boudewijn, to give you a big scare! As the main film I would choose the cult classic Plum blossom shoot, a film that really affected me, along with Deep clouds in Debbie does Dallas.

Belly over Plum: “America had Deep Throat, Holland had Plum Blossom: the first big-budget porn film from the Low Countries. A professionally made film with beautiful camera work and a heartfelt message about the liberating effects of eroticism. The film revolves around Myriam (Diana de Koning), the nymphomaniac wife of an older gentleman, who has sex with men and women in her luxurious town in the Betuwe Plum Blossom’s beautiful eroticism attracted at least two hundred thousand visitors in 1982, after which the film was also. has become huge on video it is literally and truly a labor of love by Willem van Batenburg, who repeated his success a year later with ‘a Schot in de Roos.”

I also request the following sections: a collection of situations a woman In Hadimawith indeed the forgetfulness Poepchineesextract from The fall of Onan, Barend Servetus visiting Queen Juliana who cleans Brussels sprouts, Rob Muntz as Hitler in Vienna (also VPRO), Christmas with Tiny and Lau, Willems Restaurantfrom program of Radio Bergeijk about bullying, Ajax vs Feyenoord in 1983 (8-2, I stood there crying in the pouring rain, what a legendary game) and the music wouldn’t be missing either: Herman Brood, Frank Zappa, Dr. John, Feeling Where and the Wu Tang Children. I was joking out loud about the Soul Train. That was demonstrated by the excellent Don Cornelius. What a hero he was, and what a good voice. So too a fragment from the Soul Show! Oh yes, and Urra of course!

Oh yes, and to top it all off, an extract from the amazing, funny and, above all, deadly lecture by Gerrit Komrij – after all, the godfather of GeenStijl – during the Anal Pride that will take place this weekend in the amusement park woke 020.

Here is an excerpt from it the entire text:

The niece and the transvestite and the hermaphrodite have become pieces of furniture, transplanted from the neighborhood cafe to the living room. They might as well live in that Dutch living room because they’re so soft, so crisp, and so out of tune without sounding offensive. And, above all, because they are so comfortable. It helped that all the TV gays, realizing their deepest gay nature, were also crazy about attention, that nothing could make them happier than a compliment and a pat on the back, with the real a sight of them in a picture with the Queen.

In fact, homosexuality, or at least its narcissistic backbone, is ideal for TV. No wonder the cousins’ screen went black. It starts with the public finding out that gay TV people are ‘suitable’, it ends with gay TV people thinking they are doing groundbreaking work. In the meantime, homosexuality itself, with its disturbing and sinister aspects, has disappeared. Bleeding between the audience and the stars.

I cut these pieces together, like the proverbial Mr. Brugman, and I also have a good television head, as shown in Michael Lieuwma. In at TV Brussels! Plus I have a good radio head, these guys for three hours he knows how to interest you and keep it that way.

And I would express my unconditional love for Israel, something that always goes down well with Zomergasten viewers. Don’t worry, Israel, den Tuur is standing behind you!

Since I am now known as the court spy and the joker of the fascist Netherlands, I think it would be wise to put my academic, progressive and analytical Tuur in the spotlight. The one who, like Tintin today, risked his own life and joined Hamas, Hezbollah, the Muslim Brotherhood in Egypt and the Moroccan crackpots in Brussels.

And I would be promoting my De Tuur glitter, which will be launched during my life and well being on my 65th birthday on November 4th. This will be a full magazine in which friends and foes will talk. Hanny Roskamp she interviewed me for 4 hours and I think she found the real Tuur. I broke down crying several times, especially when she scolded me about my (apparent) sympathies and sympathies for the far right. She even suggested that I turn into an income model, just like Jeroen Pen, alias Scottish, crooked. And of course, his career has a downward curve just like mine, although I still have to introduce him to De Andere Krant and Ongehoord Nederland. That’s what friends are forboy

Anyway, I never get invited, even if I really am a ranking gun. That’s why I had to laugh when I read the Zomergasten episode in it Jelle Brandt Corstius in conversation with writer Sana Valiulina from Estonia, only attracted 150,000 viewers. My great friend Conny Mus (peace be upon him) said: “It would have been better for VPRO to make a VHS of it and deliver it to the homes of those few viewers because that is much cheaper than broadcasting live.”

Ratings authority Tina Nijkamp spoke about ratings drama and nightmares for JBC. He provided the worst Summer guests ever, because never before in the history of this program, which has been around for 36 years, has a score been so bad. Schadenfreude, the Germans call it so nice, because I have a mild allergy to the descendants of Hugo Brandt Corstius, and especially to Aaf, who was my former colleague at de Volkskrant. Many times she has shaken my firm belief in my heterosexuality, to the point that I even briefly considered becoming an active follower of Greek principles. But I won’t bother the loyal readers of GeenStijl with that. My only loyal fans. For them, my absolute choice as the main film for my performance in Zomergasten: Cloak of Love by the famous director Adriaan Ditvoorst. Peace be upon him.