A vaccination museum in Brussels?
Back from the World Expo in Osaka, Pietje Schramouille paints a portrait of a Belgium that has gone, in a few decades, from the kingdom of chips to the temple of the jab.
Belgium is the land of over-realism, of compromise and of compromised fools. A region created just 50 years ago owes its economic glory to the medical sector. Louvain‑la‑Neuve saw the birth of IBA’s cyclotron and, a stone’s throw away, GSK has created what is practically a new town, employing 9,000 people. Walloon Brabant, south of Brussels, is nicknamed Wallifornia.
Pfizer, in Puurs, owns a manufacturing plant that produces, among other things, the group’s Covid‑19 vaccine. All while creating 250 new jobs. Bingoal. Same for Johnson&Johnson, which churns out jabs in Geel. We little Belgians, the bravest of all the Gauls, have become, unwittingly of our own free will, the engine of the vaccine machine.
A not-so-universal Expo in Osaka
158 countries are represented there. Including Belgium. No more waffles and chips. The aim is to showcase medical and vaccine expertise[1]. The official inauguration was graced by the presence of Peter Piot, an eminent Belgian doctor and former senior UN official[2].
I quote the Belgian INR, in other words the RTBF: “Since the health crisis, Japan has seen Belgium as a world leader in vaccine production, explains Justine Theunissen of BelExpo, from Osaka. Practically all the vaccines available here come from our country. Our reputation for waffles and chips remains, but this new identity has taken on a special dimension. That is why medical innovation is the central focus of the Belgian pavilion, under the theme Human Regeneration.”
Yippee!!!!
From Bruxhell, land of child sex crime in the nineties. Then the land of terrorists in 2001. Now we have become the masters of vaccination. Besides the ephemeral Japanese palace, it is high time to build a vaccination museum in Brussels. At the end of this month, the chip museum opens. When will there be a memorial dedicated to our Frankie VDB, the king of the jab? Let’s use the museum of African art that nobody wants any more, since it’s his garden. There would be a Van Ranst hall, a Coppieters terrace, a Belkir toilet, a Gilbert cloakroom, …
A chamber of horrors with a photo of the resisters, including BAM. Covidians will be able to get their skin pierced at will, and have their ARM registration numbers or a portrait of Klaus Schwab tattooed on. Ursula will hold masked balls there to widen her circle of friends.
In the end…
One day the world will wake up and realise that the child sex criminals, the paedo-satanists and the terrorists will have claimed far fewer victims than those who organised this Covid. We Belgians will remain accomplices for having hosted companies with American capital. I am not a conspiracy theorist. A conspiracy is hatched in the utmost secrecy, whereas here everything is announced, made official, broadcast, …
One day, we will laugh about it together. I won’t be here to see it. But one day, my grandchildren and my great-nephews and nieces will ask me: “Why did no one in the family believe you?”. I will stay silent. I will cry and simply say: “Sorry”. I will go into the forest and scream with rage.
Pietje Schramouille
The opinions expressed in this opinion piece are solely the responsibility of the author and do not necessarily represent those of BAM!
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[2] Inauguration de l’Exposition universelle 2025 à Osaka : le pavillon belge, vitrine de l’excellence en innovation médicale - RTBF Actus
