Hansje Teeuwen: The Tragedy of a Sad Jester – Joop – BNNVARA

A comedian turned puppet of the far right

We need to talk about that clownish decline of yours. Back in the day, remember, when you were really funny? Yes, back then we laughed at your unusual sense of humor, your sharp opinions, and those experts. But what happened, man? A comedian turned puppet of the far right – that’s not a joke anymore. That is a tragedy.

And let’s talk about your latest hit: the seats on the eastbound train for Jews. Well, Hans? We knew with your enforced Islamophobia that you had crossed the lines of taste for years. But now, you have finally fallen through the ice. You spill your bad jokes as if you’ve always known it: the audience isn’t laughing at you anymore, they’re laughing at you. Pathetic, huh?

It’s pretty amazing to be such a grotesque version of yourself. Where you once defended freedom of speech with humor and courage, you now kick back. And you know what’s worse? You can’t even see it anymore. The longer you stand in front of the tap dance on the far stage, the more you seem to believe in your own reflection. That mirror, Hans, it must be terrible. I can see him already: a clown without an audience, mocking freedom of speech as his red nose shrinks.

You know what interests me? That you now consider yourself a hero in the fight against the ‘great enemy’ – you know, those imaginary orders of Muslims and Jews who would take over the world. You have become so confused that you don’t even realize that even though you say you are fighting anti-Semitism, you are spewing anti-Semitic rubbish himself. Seats on eastbound trains, Hans? How about a one-way ticket to the truth? Or better yet, go back to that time when your jokes were light and sharp, without all those hateful interruptions.

But alas Hans, you are too far gone. The man who elevated absence to art is now a character himself. A tragic figure, caught in an endless sketch with no audience, no laughter, no soul.

So, Hans, sit down, take a mirror, and smile at yourself. If you still can. In any case, we won’t be doing it again.