Or Orson Welles. Or somebody.
Last night the Belgian state broadcaster’s news program announced that the Vlaamse-/Flemish-speaking part of Belgium had seceded from the country.
Over the next hour and a half, the … anchors …cut to live footage from the Royal Palace, where an emotional crowd had gathered to protest for the survival of their country. A reporter in Kinshasa, capital of the Congo, commented on rumors that King Albert II had fled to the former Belgian colony. A crowd waved Flemish flags behind the live reporter at the Flemish Parliament. The ring road around the capital, Brussels, was blocked, NATO headquarters on red alert, and police controls thrown up along the border between Flemish-speaking and French-speaking regions. A parade of prominent politicians and public figures opined on the grave development, and there was even a report of julbilation among Catalans keen to separate their region from Spain.
Except whoops, it hadn’t really happened.
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