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Life cannot be captured in letters, yet I write, God knows why. Like a Neanderthal chalking on the walls of his cave, I hammer on my keyboard. It is not harmful, writing is a healthier pastime than injecting heroin, it only becomes poignant when the writer starts to take himself seriously. This is the case with some of the columnists you read in the newspaper, let’s highlight one.
In case the name Sander Schimmelpenninck doesn’t mean anything to you, we’ll take a look at the Wikipedia-page of this Volkskrant piece maker. ‘Sander Cornelis Graaf Schimmelpenninck was born in 1984 in Hengelo, as the son of Albert Hieronymus Schimmelpenninck and Marie Liesbeth Henriëtte Helène Scheiffers.’
You would think that with such an origin you are already everything, and you don’t have to lower yourself to the status of a media maker. Anyway, even members of the royal family aspire to be an influencer these days, apparently our civilization wants to go to the abyss as quickly as possible. I am not bitter about this, on the contrary, it is very exciting to be able to look around in such a destructive era.
Actually, I don’t know anymore why I wanted to write about Sander Schimmelpenninck, because I don’t know why I write either, I just type another hundred words. Sander Schimmelpenninck is a serious opinion maker, that’s a fact, the rest is opinion, Sander’s opinions are everywhere, from Twitter to talk show.
Fortunately, history never cared about columnists. Imagine new laws appearing at the speed of Sander-Schimmelpenninck-opinions-in-the-newspaper. On Thursday you are still allowed to smoke in your own garden, Friday suddenly no longer. The fact that you don’t have a garden and don’t smoke makes the meddling bearable, yet you wonder why a stranger is so busy with you.
Sander also philosophized in all sincerity about why he writes.
2023-07-14 09:11:15
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