Now Belgium finds itself again on a crossroad, facing a split in direction over it's future. To the left is Doctor Quinten "the Gaffe" Fontaine, a walking embarrassment that tries his hardest not to break everything he touches, and fails. With him are his socialist bedmates, seductive succumbi who whisper words of heavenly excess in the name of the worker. On the right is the broken CCU, that even at it's greatest point quickly sets itself aflame over control of the party. Rather then work together and dominate politics, they bite and scratch like common alley cats. What's worse is the demons on their shoulder, de Broqueville on one side and the long dead Beauffort on the other. Instead of sweet excess they offer power, take violently from his fellow man. The middle road is long overgrown, dead with the likes of Van de Wyngaert, Wolff, Vanderhoof and Daret, never again to be raised except as a spectre to scare young socialists from the true path of the worker.
Frankly the actions of this young government make me ashamed to be a Belgian. It starts with the Gaffe, whom while gleefully guts the strength from the Presidency with a twisted joy that only a butcher of proper legislation can be goes on to state that "[Madame Savarin] may have been considered a dictator, but she was a hero for saving Belgium" in one breath. Now, I don't know HOW she was a dictator, as these rumours were started by "Weak Man' van Prinsterer in some kind of malicious vendetta. The stupidity of these words compounded by the return of actual fascists not a week later.
Now this does not give much faith to the voting populace of Belgium, of which they were not their second, or their third, but their forth choice as president. An interesting note is that my good friend and fellow writer has a book named The Second Man that may or may not be based on these events. Whichever it is, it is assumed to be a well written and witty book that is a stark satire of the sad state of affairs. But the promise (however faint) was for naught, as the President enacts a leadership contest and challenges the will of the Parliament (indeed, perhaps spits in the face of it) when he appointed not the agreed to van der Werve, but the equally competent Duke d'Ursel. He further slapped the established traditions and leadership in the face by appointing van der Werve's right hand man, Muller, as the deputy Prime Minister.
This caused the PPB to go on strike to no real notice of anyone, the CCU to withdrawn their support from the fledgling government, only to be replaced (perhaps unsurprisingly) by the BSU, whom waited in the wings like a vulture. Ready to swoop on the dying corpse of Government, they steal the previous agreements and rip them in their despicable beaks. But that was not enough, as the still unfortunately in control Prime Minister "Weak Man" declares unilaterally that all members of the Fascists were to be tried for High Treason. Now that is not the most intelligent move in the eyes of this paper, as these men, be they old, decrepit and defeated as they are, are no harm to the government. In order to protect democracy and free speech, the Prime Minister cracks down on both. I feel bad for Lebeau, pity, as the pathetic shell wanted only to come home to die in his country of birth, not usurp power in some crazy concocted scheme.
Seeing that all this has happened in just a single short month, I announce that I, Samuel Vanderhoof, shall return to politics to protect this nation from this mad, mad world. This paper shall continue writing, and in the views of unbiasesness I shall not comment on myself, however the wit and colour that you expect in your Sunday Post will be everpresent into the future.
De Graaf, Ghent Daily Editorialist
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