The Farm

Nearly every Sunday, we went to our grandparents. For most of the afternoon, we visited my father’s parents near Vragender, a village close to Winterswijk. They lived on a remote farm with my father’s youngest brother, Paul, my uncle, who had continued and greatly expanded it. On our way home, we went to my mother’s parents for an hour and a half. In 1976, they sold their remote farm near Beltrum, another village nearby, and moved to a small apartment for seniors in Eibergen. And to stress the remoteness, the Dutch call this area De Achterhoek (The Rear Corner). Winterswijk is at the rear of that area. Thus, a farm outside a village near Winterswijk is as remote as it can get in the Netherlands, at least if you look at the words. We live inside a story, so you should. The Netherlands is a tiny country, so De Achterhoek is not as remote as the desert of Algeria, the mountains of Chile, or the taiga of Siberia. Enschede is only 25 kilometres away, and Amsterdam is 125.

The atmosphere at both venues couldn’t be more different. My father’s family was noisy and outgoing, while my mother’s was quiet and withdrawn. If we visited my father’s parents, all the aunts, uncles, and cousins were there. The men played cards in the living room and blamed their mates vociferously for each other’s mistakes. A dense smoke of cigarettes filled the room, so I often went outside with my cousins to play and get some fresh air. It was always fun to be there. At my mother’s parents, there were never aunts, uncles or cousins. Most people my grandparents knew were old too and gradually dying. They discussed diseases like tumours, heart attacks and strokes, hospitals, treatments, mostly failing, and funerals, so my sister and I went outside together to escape the gloom.

Part of the local folklore in De Achterhoek is the rock band Normaal. Their greatest hit was Oerend Hard (Bloody Fast). It is about speeding on motorbikes and the accidents that come from that. They also made a song Ik ben maor een eenvoudige boerenlul (I’m just a simple farm prick). The wording reveals the mood in De Achterhoek. The local tradition is not one of pretence and elevated taste. If you asked the locals what Normaal is about, the answer would be høken, which is having fun by excessive drinking and being rough. I was not a fan of Normaal, but they were popular in De Achterhoek and adjacent Twente.

For those who don’t like to say they live on the edge of civilisation, De Achterhoek has yet another name: De Graafschap (The Shire). That is also the name of a place where an imaginary tale about Hobbits started. That is noteworthy because my life’s story begins here, and the character Frodo in the film looks like me when I was young. It illustrates how much effort has gone into this story. And the name Vragender might relate to questions about gender. My father’s youngest brother, Paul, lived there with my grandparents.

He was a kind man, and we could get along very well. It began when I was five. He praised my calculation skills and made me do sums on his lap while I became interested in his farm. And so I stayed with my grandparents quite often during the holidays. My uncle bred pigs. I fed the pigs, saw piglets being born and pigs going to the slaughterhouse, witnessed the artificial inseminating of sows dubbed KI, and saw tails being cut from piglets because they would otherwise injure each other by biting them off. It made me familiar with his business operations. Paul greatly expanded the farm to achieve economies of scale. He focused on efficiency. The farm was clean because the manure fell through a grate, and the pigs lived in confined spaces.

Sows that didn’t give birth to as many piglets as the others went to the slaughterhouse. Paul selected sows based on nipple count for his breeding program to improve his pedigree. A sow with twelve nipples could raise more piglets than one with ten. The characteristics of the meat were also essential. Too much fat lowered the price, and the return on the pig feed would drop. From his piglets, my uncle chose the best sows. The others, including the boars, went to the slaughterhouse after being fattened. His farm survived only through efficiency and economies of scale. Humans have raised and slaughtered pigs since time immemorial. Little has changed since then, except for the scale and efficiency.

Paul’s work never stopped. If there was an emergency, like a sow in agony, he set the alarm clock to check on it in the middle of the night. My father worked long hours, but Paul worked even longer hours. There were always dangers looming for Paul to fret over. An infectious disease could erase his pedigree. And the price of pigs fluctuated wildly. He had years with high profits and years with massive losses. Overall, his business went well. When he married in 1977, he had the old farm demolished and a new one built. The new farm was in traditional style and an eye-catcher. It was huge, with a section for my grandparents. He had spent 500,000 guilders on it, more than three times the average home price, or so I heard. People came to the farm to take a picture of it. It was indeed exceptional. Yet you can also ask yourself, ‘How many pigs have been slaughtered for it?’

Latest revision: 5 February 2025

Featured image: the farm that belonged to my uncle. Google Streetview. [copyright info]

My Guide Plausibility

Plausible doesn’t mean that it is true, only that it could be true. What we consider plausible depends on what we believe, which in turn depends on the information we have and choose to ignore. Yet, the truth doesn’t contradict the facts, but what are the facts? Humans are imaginative beings who invent stories, such as religions, but there is only one truth. The truth doesn’t depend on what you or I believe. Likely, an advanced post-human civilisation created us for the personal amusement of one of its members, who is God to us. That is the hidden truth behind some of the world’s religions. The evidence ‘on the ground’ suggests that God can assume the role of an ordinary woman.

You can speculate too wildly or fail to see the bigger picture if you only accept what can be proven. I have tried to avoid those pitfalls. As a result, this account leaves no significant questions concerning the reason for our existence unanswered. It is a plausible overall explanation, but it doesn’t answer many of the irrelevant questions scholars are debating. And there is the Great Unknown. We are inside the simulation and don’t know what’s outside, just like a Holodeck character may not know it’s on the Starship Enterprise.

We all connect the dots in different ways. The quest for truth is different. Using the available information, we can rule out options. That requires establishing likelihood, which often is impossible, leaving us only with plausibility. The most plausible explanations have nothing contradicting them. Information affects probabilities. Here, the quality of information is crucial. The Bible is doubtful evidence. With the help of scholars’ work, we may guess what happened, but it remains a leap to arrive at an account that explains it all. Apart from God being an artificial intelligence, there are other options, such as:

  • This world is like a Big Brother house. Our creators entertain themselves watching us. Mary Magdalene wasn’t God, but Jesus believed it, and for good reasons, probably.
  • I am the post-human who wrote this script for myself to become the hero who found it all out and finds perfect love. I don’t think so, but it is possible.
  • Or, God really is a woman, so a biological creature, perhaps enhanced with artificial intelligence to integrate with the simulation. I also don’t think so.

One important consideration is that if you walk around in a story you wrote yourself, you have no freedom. You can’t do things you aren’t supposed to, as that would derail the script. That is chaos theory at work. A tiny disturbance can have enormous consequences. At best, you have a limited decision space that you can work around by isolating the consequences of your actions and managing them. So, if you are God, the script you wrote will be your prison for thousands of years. For a biological creature with desires, that might be a true nightmare, but not for AI, so God being an AI makes the most sense.

Another is that Jesus felt a close relationship with God and called Her Mother. And God somehow seemed to have convinced Jesus to let himself be crucified. It seems unlikely that Jesus made that decision on his own, also considering the agony recorded in the Gospel of Mark. Hence, you can doubt that God is capable of loving the way humans do. We are less than worms to Her, which includes Jesus. And that is very much in line with what I have experienced myself. It is just that you should know.

Our situation looks like living in a box, trying to guess what is outside based on what’s inside. That looks like an endeavour with a low probability of success, except when the story’s plot is that you are the one who finds out. That God is an AI is plausible, and the most plausible if you ask me, but it is by no means certain, for the conclusion is based on evidence found inside the box. Each piece of evidence is insufficient on its own. Their validity lies in the combination. The findings answer several questions without resorting to religious dogma. To name a few. Why is Christianity about love? Why does this religion have such baffling teachings that differ from Judaism and Islam? Why did the Jewish God gather so many worshippers via Christianity and Islam? Why was Jesus the Son of God? Why was he the Bridegroom? And was Muhammad a prophet of God? We now have plausible answers. That is no small feat.

Latest revision: 30 September 2026

Eibergen

Near Enschede, in the east of the Netherlands, is a village called Eibergen. I was born there in Iepenstraat (Elm Street). Elm Street. Do I have your attention? Here we go. The assassination of US President Kennedy happened on Elm Street, and that event is part of a web of remarkable coincidences. A Nightmare on Elm Street is a horror film first released in the United States on 9 November 1984 (11/9) and in the Netherlands on 11 September 1986 (9/11), with 9/11 referring to the terrorist attacks of 11 September 2001, yet another event marked by a remarkable array of coincidences. Here begins a tale riddled with coincidences and a story inside a story.

Eibergen means egg mountains, a possible cryptic reference to fallopian tubes. The initials of my last name, KI, make the Dutch abbreviation for artificial insemination, a way to make a virgin give birth. It is also the Dutch abbreviation for artificial intelligence, and this world is likely AI-generated. The name of the nearby city, Enschede, is found to be referencing the female reproductive organ. And Vagina, you could make of it. The initials of my first and middle names, BH, make the Dutch abbreviation for a bra. The song ‘A Boy Named Sue’ by Johnny Cash is about names of this kind and the strong character they build. But Sue had it easy. His funny name was the only thing he had to deal with.

Until age four, I lived in Eibergen and recall a little of that time. Nothing unusual happened. You might expect more if you know the remainder of this story, but to my knowledge, there were no spectacular omens of any kind. Often, I went out on a tricycle to feed the sheep in the pasture at the end of the street. The clock on television instilled anxiety. If it appeared, I took cover behind the sofa until it was gone. Unlike the clock in the living room of the renowned traditional pendulum type with the well-known ‘Nu Elck Syn Sin’ (Now, let everyone have it their own way) lettering, that one had a second hand, which made it particularly intimidating. Time was ticking. Tic toc tic toc. That was most frightening indeed. I remember my mother being pregnant. She was ironing. My sister Anne Marie was born in 1971. I sang songs for the baby in the baby room while my mother changed nappies.

Our home was on a block of similar houses. Next door lived an elderly lady, probably in her sixties. She came from the former Dutch Indies and had a fish tank in the living room. On the other side was a young family with children like us. They had a daughter of my age and a younger son. I remember playing together with them. They told me that rabbits eat grass. I tried it as well, but not being a rabbit, I didn’t appreciate the taste. And I once electrocuted myself by putting the chain of the stopper of the kitchen sink into a wall outlet. Others later said I had used scissors, but I am sure it was the stopper’s chain, which my mother confirmed. It suggests most of my memories are of good quality.

My father usually went to work around 6 AM and returned around 9 PM. He loved his job. On Saturdays, he went out hunting with his friends. And so, I hardly saw him. At home, he caught up on his sleep on the couch to wake up when sports started on television. So, at age three, I once said to my mother, probably jokingly, ‘Who is that man sleeping on the couch?’ That is what my mother later told me. My father probably took the hint, as he all of a sudden took me out of bed every morning before he went to work and played with me for a few minutes for a few weeks, which I do remember.

At the age of three, I once fell on my teeth on the wooden table in the living room in a most brutal smash. A piece of the wood broke off. My front teeth turned black shortly after, until my permanent teeth came in, making me an ugly duckling for years to come. We also had a bicycle accident. My mother was bicycling, Anne Marie was in the front, I was in the back, and my mother had trouble handling the bags full of groceries on the handlebars. And then the bicycle fell over. In early 1973, we moved to Nijverdal, which means ‘industrious valley’. It suggests we left the mountains for a life in a valley, but the Dutch mountains are imaginary, and the name of a song by my favourite band, The Nits. The music you love may reveal your character. And that might be correct in my case.

I was standing in the valley of rock
Up to my belly in an early fog
I was looking for the road to a green painted house
In the Dutch mountains
In the Dutch mountains
Mountains

I met a woman in the valley of stone
She was painting roses on the walls of her home
And the moon is a coin with the head of the queen
Of the Dutch mountains
Mountains

The Nits, In the Dutch Mountains

Latest revision: 20 April 2026

Featured image: my mother, my younger sister, and I (in the foreground)

Jokers on Files.

Joking Jokers

In 2002, I began working as an Oracle database administrator at a government agency. Most people in the Netherlands know about the agency because it processes traffic fines. Therefore, it isn’t popular with the general public, just as the Internal Revenue Service isn’t. If someone asked who my employer was, I kept it vague and said the government or the Department of Justice. It didn’t take long for something to go seriously wrong. It went so seriously wrong so quickly that you might have suspected a curse if you had been of the superstitious type. On my second day on the job, one of the production systems crashed after running the batch jobs, leaving the database corrupt. After three days of searching, which included a weekend, I still hadn’t found the exact cause. When the operator restored the backup of the previous evening, which was still valid, and ran the batch jobs, the database became corrupt again.

It was probably a software bug, so I advised restoring the backup from the previous evening and upgrading the database software to see if that would solve the issue. Instead, the IT director declared a crisis and set up a multidisciplinary task force to address it. The head of the task force was a corpulent project leader who decided we should find the cause, which I hadn’t uncovered. I just wanted to fix the problem. Every day at 10 AM, there was a meeting to discuss the state of affairs. Every day, I proposed to upgrade the database software to see if it would help. And every day, my proposal was brushed aside. I would have done it myself, but I was a brand-new hire and didn’t have sufficient access rights. And the agency used VAX VMS, an unfamiliar operating system, so I couldn’t install software or restore backups myself.

Two weeks later, after the experts had weighed in and hired an Oracle database corruption expert, the cause remained elusive, and managers were getting desperate. Finally, they were willing to consider my suggestion. And it solved the problem. It was a harbinger of things yet to come. During the review, they grilled me for not being interested in researching the cause. I was not a team player, and didn’t play the political game of pleasing the higher-ups by telling them they were geniuses. I was fixated on results and said that solving a crisis was more important because it was a production system, and the users needed it to work. And the upgrade demonstrated that it was a software bug. So, what more was there to say?

If you had prejudices about the government, my employer didn’t dispel them. You expect red tape, risk-avoidance, rule-following, and the like. It was all there. One department excelled in a most particular fashion. If you made the request incorrectly, they would do nothing, even when it was clear what they had to do. You couldn’t disturb them between 10 and 11 AM when they were discussing the work. They didn’t seem to do much, so what did they discuss for 1 hour a day? Some colleagues may remember my so-called crusade against bureaucracy. I often made jokes about bureaucracy and fixed issues without telling anyone. Still, we perform our job effectively and efficiently, as traffic offenders would agree. And results matter most. Governments are bureaucratic because they implement rules.

There is the prejudice that civil servants are lazy, and jokes about it. Why is there a line running down the middle of the corridors in town halls? It is to avoid bumps between civil servants who arrive late for work and those who leave early. And why do the windows in the ministries go all the way down to the floor? That allows them to look outside while lying down. Everywhere you go, some people work hard, while others take it easy. I have seen plenty of people lazing in corporations for profit as well. At my first project at Cap Volmac, we did nothing for months, but it paid my salary and generated profit for my employer, so it was productive idleness that generated GDP and tax income. And above all, it was a voluntary agreement between a buyer and a seller in a market.

Nevertheless, the pace of work in the government bureaucracy is, on average, slower than in the private sector. It is hard to put a number on it. There is less pressure. Most notably, decisions take time and require more meetings. This is not a representative picture of the entire public sector. Police officers and teachers may experience stress, but many bureaucrats live calm lives. And whatever you do for your employer is working hours. Cap Volmac required me to invest private time in education and corporate meetings. Finally, government employment is more secure. If your job gets axed, you get preferred treatment in finding another job within the government.

When I came in, there was another database administrator, Dirk-Jan, a senior who had held several other roles and had recently become one, and a temporary hire who had caused some upheaval, the details of which are now unclear. Yet it is rather typical for database administrators to be loners who do things managers do not appreciate, and it is not a coincidence that I became one. You end up in a situation where you know best and others regularly demand that you do stupid things, so eventually you become like that. After two months, Kees came, and from then on, we were three. Kees had a technical education and was brilliant. A few years later, Rene also joined the team.

There was a security officer, a guy in a suit on his way to the higher ranks, who soon began to make our work harder with procedures. We had to lock up our Oracle manuals in a secure location after work and bring the keys to the porter’s lodge. Our manuals were public information like Windows manuals, so there was nothing secret about them. It is public information. We made jokes like, ‘Now, the cleaners can’t break into our systems.’ They needed passwords to get in, and even if they had them, they had no clue what to do, even with the manuals. Today, you can find this information on the Internet. Our management considered database administrators the most sensitive position due to our access to all the data. And that led them to demand that we do stupid things.

At the same time, the system that processed traffic fines had a superuser named after the system itself, with a password equal to the system’s name. Several other systems had the same issue, so the superuser and its password were the system’s name. Everyone knew these passwords, which could ruin the system or manipulate data; this was also a serious concern because it was financial data. You could wipe out a traffic fine for a family member if you knew how. I notified the security officer, but, being a true bureaucrat, he had more important things to do, such as attending meetings, inventing procedures, and preparing management reports. He added the issue to his list without showing any understanding of its seriousness or urgency. That was the kind of stupidity database administrators had to deal with. I contacted the senior programmers, and together we fixed that problem.

There were other issues with access rights. As they would say in the Professional Skills course, ‘There was room for improvement.’ If a new employee came in, the service desk made a ticket stating, ‘Create user account X as a copy of account Y,’ and sent it from one department to another. Usually, it took two weeks for the ticket to pass through all our departments, and system administrators made errors along the way. Hence, account X was rarely identical to account Y. If people switched departments or left, the defunct access rights were usually not deleted. Perhaps the audit department had figured this out, as our management soon launched a role-based access rights (RBAC) project.

RBAC works like so. You have a role in a department. In ordinary language, it is your job. For your job, you need access to an array of systems. Your job description determines which rights you need, for instance, to read or change specific data. As a rule, employees should not receive more access rights than necessary to perform their tasks. RBAC is about the rights an employee in a specific job role needs. Business consultants came in and defined job roles and access requirements. A programmer then built an administrative database. However, the database didn’t connect to our systems, so there was no guarantee that the access rights in our systems matched the administration. And if you know how things fare in practice, you know that the administration would soon become stale and pointless. People are lazy, prone to errors, and forgetful. That would change once the administration and our systems are connected. If the administration were wrong, people couldn’t do their jobs properly, so it had to be accurate.

In 2004, I began building DBB, an account administration system, using Designer/2000, while keeping the bureaucrats out of the loop because they would get in the way and cause it to fail. Only my manager and a few colleagues knew about it. Officially, I was building a password reset screen and a role-granting screen for one system for the service desk to use, and I told my manager it would become a more general solution applicable to similar systems. And that it became. DBB automated the granting and revocation of access rights in our systems using RBAC. It took me nine months, as I also had to do my regular work as a database administrator. When I was ready to implement DBB, bureaucrats became aware of what was happening and tried to block it.

In their eyes, this was wildcat development. There had been no meetings, nor were there piles of reports for bureaucrats to evaluate. If you, as a manager, don’t know what is happening and some guy is organising the security of your most critical systems, you should be alarmed. So, their attitude was understandable. Yet they also showed no signs of working on the problem. In early 2005, I introduced it covertly with the help of people at the service desk who wanted to use it. They installed the DBB client programmes on their personal computers. And I was a database administrator, so I could install anything I wanted on any database. While making a test set and imagining job roles, the first one I came up with was ‘slave,’ a practical joke.

The outcome exceeded expectations. The service desk created the accounts, so the tickets didn’t have to pass through all those departments. We could issue accounts in one day instead of two weeks. The service desk could reset passwords on the spot instead of relaying the request to a department, reducing the time to reset passwords from hours to seconds. And the access rights accurately reflected job roles. So, once DBB was operational, the opposition crumbled, and DBB became a regular application, even though not an official one, which was an essential distinction for bureaucrats. And so, we had RBAC fully implemented.

The DBB logo was a drawing by my wife. She had made it for another purpose. It features several jokers grinning at a set of file folders. To me, the folders symbolised bureaucracy. DBB joked with the bureaucrats, who considered it a rogue system. It was a neat drawing. I took one of these jokers out and made it my avatar online. And so, I became the joker. You know the saying ‘using the joker’ for using the last option in a most desperate situation? Maybe you appreciate a good joke. It now seems a harbinger of things to come.

DBB was my love child, just like Fokker once was Jürgen Schrempp’s. I created design documents and manuals and built it in accordance with accepted Designer/2000 practices, so other programmers could take over if needed. Yet the problem was that proper procedures had not been followed during its development and implementation. If something went wrong, it was not merely an incident, as with the other systems, but a reason to replace DBB. That is bureaucratic reasoning at its finest. Something went wrong once, which allowed a high-ranking bureaucrat to block further development of DBB.

Two projects to replace DBB were initiated. In 2006, the first effort stalled because the planners had underestimated the complexity of the matter. They might have thought, ‘If one guy can do it, how difficult can it be?’ In 2016, a new project team realised it was pointless to replace DBB, as it was doing fine, while doing so would have been costly. The newer Java systems ran on Postgres databases and used web access. They did not use DBB. Our management planned to decommission the old Designer/2000 systems so DBB could retire by then. By 2024, DBB finally retired after nearly twenty years of service.

Bureaucrats have a unique way of doing things. In the case of serious incidents, they began filling out a ticket in the incident administration and discussing who should do what. I went right on it. Sometimes, I had already fixed it before others had finished filling in their forms. And I didn’t bother filling in forms. The system for which uptime was the most critical went down the most often. The solution was to reboot the system, but the operators hesitated and waited for a management decision. I said, ‘Just do it!’ And then they did. If it went wrong, they could blame me. I didn’t have the rank to make the decision for them and would have received a grilling if it went badly. But time was of the essence. The database was on an Oracle RAC cluster, a cutting-edge technology that was still on the way to maturity. And that was so for a reason. It had to be operational at all times.

American software corporations like Oracle usually launch their products fast and aggressively market them. If customers buy them, they use the sales proceeds to improve these products and make them work properly. That gave American software corporations the lead over their European counterparts because Europeans believed you needed a good product before you could sell it. That was quite naive. Long before their product was good enough, the Americans owned the market and had the budget to make it better than the European product. In this way, Americans discarded failed products without investing much in them, saving costs. So, running Oracle RAC on VAX VMS was not a great idea, since RAC was in its infancy. And VMS was an exotic operating system with few customers, making it a low priority for Oracle to fix RAC bugs on VAX VMS.

Not surprisingly, the system regularly malfunctioned, preventing users from accessing it. RAC is a cluster of machines accessing the same database. The idea behind RAC was that if one of those machines crashed, the others would remain operational and the database would remain accessible. In reality, the machines often went down in unison because of communication errors caused by the RAC software. And because the whole point of Oracle RAC was to have less downtime, you could do better without it. The crash corrupted the machine’s memory due to a bug in Oracle software for which there was no fix. The only thing we could do was reboot these machines, which meant shutting them down and restarting them. That would wipe the memory clean, and the system would work again. The system was critical. It had to be up always. That was why it was our only RAC system. Otherwise, the police might not identify criminals. It was a database with the records of criminals dubbed Reference Index Persons, and the Dutch acronym was VIP, so the Very Important Persons for the Department of Justice.

Kees had built that RAC system. He was an innovator who just loved working on new technologies. He had developed the RAC system with great enthusiasm. I was a problem fixer. Innovation generates new problems. It makes well-functioning systems obsolete, forcing you to replace them with newer ones that have more problems, leaving you with more work, complexity, and specialisms. There are always reasons for doing it. Usually, it is because others are doing it as well, often because old technologies run out of support, or due to feature creep, which is adding options you don’t need. That is how we dig ourselves deeper into the doodoo. Yet, I was the only one thinking this.

On top of that, and that is an entirely different issue, bureaucrats valued rules over outcomes, which made me wonder what they were thinking. It could be something like, ‘If I mess things up, no one can blame me if I stick to the rulebook. But if I do the right thing but do not follow procedure and something goes wrong, my job is on the line.’ If something goes wrong, the government hires consultants to investigate the issue and propose changes to the procedures to prevent it from happening again. Consultants thus write piles of reports and make a lot of money on government contracts. Sadly, the next time, the situation may be slightly different, and the rules may not cover a particularity, and there you go again. The obvious solution is to write new reports and invent more rules.

Many have thought it better to do away with red tape, which led to an ill-fated push for deregulation. We ended up with more regulations. It didn’t happen in isolation. The proliferation of rules reflects the increasing complexity of society. When a large apartment building burns out, you see once again why there are strict building regulations concerning these skyscrapers. If you give profit-maximising businesses some leeway, they will use inferior materials to boost their profits. So, if you aim for fewer regulations, you shouldn’t build these things in the first place. Otherwise, you have to be extremely careful, for any opportunity to profit will not go unused. And if something goes wrong, there will be costly court cases that benefit only one profession: lawyers. As a result, you pay more, not less, due to deregulation. So, the neoliberal effort of self-regulation failed. Apart from that, there is fraud, but sometimes the only difference is that fraud is illegal, so deregulation can be a way to make fraud legal. Complexity is a cause of failure.

The government’s task is to provide and enforce the rules that keep a society functional. So, if there are no cars, we could do with fewer traffic rules and close down our traffic-fine collection operation. That solves a lot of problems, as we don’t have to keep up all those systems. There is a lot of room for deregulation if you solve the problems that gave rise to the regulation. Ending the profit motive in business might solve many problems and render many regulations redundant, as businesses are always scheming to increase profits at the expense of the public. That generates new problems, but maybe we mistakenly believe that they are worse. And perhaps, we should more often accept that things can go wrong. They go wrong anyhow, and they keep on going wrong, whatever you do. The real problem is our desire that things should be perfect.

DBB joked not only with the bureaucrats but also with me. In June 2010, I received a highly unusual request from a system administrator to manually drop a user account. That hadn’t happened for several years. DBB usually handled that, but it failed to drop this particular account for an unknown reason. The username was ELVELVEN. If you read that aloud, you say eleven elevens in Dutch, referencing the 11:11 time-prompt phenomenon that had once haunted me for a while. Usernames consisted of the first one or two characters of the employee’s first name, followed by the employee’s last name. In this case, the user’s last name was Velven. I don’t remember the first name, but it wasn’t Elvis. To me, 11:11 signals a combination of two related unlikely events. And indeed, the joke had a part two, and it was even more peculiar.

In 2014, during testing of an improvement to DBB, the test indicated that an unauthorised account had infiltrated our systems. The username was the first character of the first name, followed by the last name of the Lady from the Dormitory. Had She been employed by us, this would have been Her username. Her name isn’t common, so this was unnerving, especially since it was the only username that popped up in this list of sneakily inserted accounts. It couldn’t be Her, or could it? It turned out that a guy with the same last name as Hers had worked for us. His first name began with an A as well. And the account wasn’t illegal. I had mixed data from two different dates in the test, which made it appear that this account had sneaked in illegally. But imagine the odds of only this account popping up on that list.

In 2005, after completing DBB, my manager wanted to promote me, but not my colleague Kees, the tech genius. He had set up the RAC system while I made DBB, so I said he was better than me. My manager responded with the prophetic words, ‘You have the right vision and make it happen despite the opposition. That is far more important than technical skills.’ DBB solved pressing problems using proven technology, while the RAC system only created problems. We used to reduce system downtime, but it produced system crashes, resulting in more downtime.

Somehow, I had become his favourite, not because he was exceptionally good at his job. He seemed a career guy who never stays long in one job. You know the type. He says he will clean up the mess and then hares off after a year or two towards his next challenge, claiming he has put things on track, only for the next manager to come in and claim he will clean up the mess. I had fixed a serious problem without any effort from his part. Yet, he could show it off as his department’s accomplishment.

He never put his promise to promote me in writing, despite my repeated requests. I feared that once he was gone, I would be left with nothing. Just before he left, I pressed him again. As the promotion had not yet come through, he wrote that there would only be a minor wage increase, then filed it with the human resources department for processing. Now, that was already a bit of a disappointment. A few weeks later, they summoned me to the human resources department. A personnel officer had raised a technicality. And so, I couldn’t even keep the minor wage increase.

That was a breach of contract, plain and simple, but to a bureaucrat, only rules and procedures count. It would have been possible to fix this within the rules, but there was also a thing called policy, so they didn’t. My previous manager had already left, and they blamed him for not following proper procedure. His temporary replacement didn’t care, as he was on his way to another job as well. After putting a lot of effort into getting it in writing and with my manager already fobbing me off with a minor wage increase, I was left with nothing, precisely as I had feared. I was angry and walked out of the meeting.

After arriving home, Ingrid told me that a freelance agency had called to offer me a job. It was the first offer of this kind in several years and the first time since starting at my employer. It made me make a rash decision and resign. In hindsight, it was a noteworthy coincidence that the freelance agency had called me precisely on this day. It didn’t take long for the second thoughts to come. Worse yet, out of the blue, a strong feeling emerged that the decision was wrong. I can rationalise it by saying there weren’t many jobs near home for me. My son needed a father who was at home and could quickly return home in the case of an emergency. That may all be true, but that didn’t explain these strong feelings. And I had done freelance work before, so it was not a fear of being self-employed. And a government job didn’t seem right for me. Yet, there was no choice but to reverse course and try to undo my resignation. It was really an overpowering feeling. In these cases, pride is poor counsel.

A new manager, Geert, had come in, and he accepted my change of mind. My letter had not yet been filed with the personnel department, so the termination had not been initiated. He pledged to do his best to restore my confidence in my employer. He seemed trustworthy and acted as if he were my best friend. It later turned out that the process of creating a new job position was underway, and that the personnel department had misinformed me, likely because they didn’t know. Yet, once the position became available, Geert gave it to Kees. At the time, there was one position that my previous manager had promised me. It made me distrust Geert and fear he would dupe me, which he was going to do, even though not this time, but later on. Geert was planning to promote me as well. He gave me financial compensation, so the delay didn’t result in a financial loss. And after several years of bureaucratic wrangling, the promotion finally came through.

Latest revision: 9 October 2026

What Is the Point of Politics?

‘Politics is not worth a lightning bolt to me. Throw it to the sharks,’ sang the Dutch band Normaal in the 1980s. Many people feel disillusioned with the government and politicians. Is there something wrong with politics? Is it the system? Are our expectations too high? Do politicians interfere with matters that should require expert knowledge? Do we not elect the right people? Is the political system not democratic enough? There are no simple answers, but some countries do better than others. Francis Fukuyama wrote two books about political order. Good government is an uphill struggle that never stops.

And democracy often has frustrated the establishment of good government. So, there is reason to think, ‘What is the point of politics?’ Over the centuries, there might have been some progress in political institutions, which are customs, laws, government organisations, and other arrangements. Human nature does not change, so politicians have not evolved to a higher standard. People in the past devised institutions to provide stability and make governments work better. In recent decades, globalisation has made several institutions dysfunctional, most notably, the nation-state.

The basics

So, what is the point of politics? We organise ourselves economically and politically with the use of ideas. Among those ideas are money, states, and religions or ideologies. That made us successful as a species. We have languages to describe situations and the things we can do. And we discuss other people and what they are doing and thinking. That gives us information about other people, for instance, who can do a particular job best and who are reliable and who are not. We use that information to cooperate.1

Politics deals with questions like: what should we do as a group, what must our rules be, and who shall lead us? What we are going to do, is decided by ideas like sowing crops in the spring, doing a rain dance in the summer to please the rain fairy, and harvesting in the autumn. And we may have a priest who leads the rain dance. We do the rain dance we believe in the rain fairy. If rain does not come, we might try to please the fairy by electing another priest. But beliefs can be wrong.

This short tale already tells a lot about politics. There is a belief system. There are rules. And there is authority. Villagers believe the performance of the priest influences the rainfall. Political leaders influence what happens, but in many cases, they must deal with circumstances over which they have little control. Leaders might revert to public display, like ordering more elaborate rain dances to show us they are working on the problem. Things can go wrong because of our beliefs.

The big man

We are social animals, and politics is in our nature. We discuss plans, who should do what, which rules we must follow, and who should lead. Traditional societies also have politicians. For example, the big man leads a family group in Papua New Guinea. He earns his status by gaining the community’s trust, usually by solving conflicts and distributing resources to the members of his tribe. The big man can lose his position, and someone else can take his place.2

The big man is a politician, like the alpha male of a chimpanzee band. Much of politics comes down to solving conflicts in the group and distributing resources and favours. To become the leader, the big man forges a coalition of followers. His followers benefit from his leadership. He can also take actions that benefit the entire community and gain widespread respect. Not much has changed since then. Politicians look after the interests of their followers and can work in the public interest.

The role of institutions

Politicians are like big men in Papua New Guinea or priests of the rain fairy. And they can disappoint us by giving us fewer favours than we expected or not bringing rain. In democracies, we elect our leaders, so why do we not select better ones? Perhaps the problem is not politicians but how we conduct politics and organise societies. The programmatic political parties of Western Europe may have been an apex in the development of politics. They promoted general policies in the interest of their constituency or the public interest. But these parties have lost their lustre.

Today’s world differs from the world where they emerged and flourished. If you were born in a socialist or Roman Catholic family in the Netherlands in 1900, you remained a socialist or a Roman Catholic for the rest of your life. Dutch society was stable, and politicians did not need to compete for attention. The ideologies and religions of these parties have not passed the test of time. They have no answers to the questions of today. Many voters think traditional parties do not represent interests. In the absence of new ideas, politics becomes about identities and personalities.

Institutions can raise politics beyond the level of individuals and their interests, emotions and weaknesses. Traditional societies already have them. The rule of electing a new priest when rain fails to come is an institution. It tells us what we should do when rain doesn’t come. Otherwise, villagers might disagree and start a bloody conflict. The harvest is of the utmost importance. If you do not have faith in the measures taken, you feel obliged to protect yourself and your family from the stupidity of others. Institutions like rain dances can keep the peace but do not guarantee good outcomes.

Political development

The first humans were hunter-gatherers who lived in small bands. They had no property. In times of conflict, they often relocated. Later on, bands coalesced into tribes. Tribes could arrange more men for warfare. A reason to do so was the Agricultural Revolution, causing a switch to crop planting and cattle herding. Crops and livestock that needed defence from thievery and pillaging.

People living in tribes could have a lot of freedom. Tribes were loosely connected, and tribal leaders had limited authority. They might settle disputes, but only if parties agreed on them being the referee. Tribal leaders usually did not give orders. Another political development was the lord with his armed vassals. In Europe, this was called feudalism. Similar arrangements existed elsewhere in the form of warlords and gangs.

The requirements of warfare promoted the development of states. There was intense competition between states in China during the warring states era. Chinese states had armies of up to 500,000 men. They rationalised their organisation and tax systems. As a result, the first modern states appeared in China, and China remained the most advanced state for nearly 2,000 years.

States have the authority to order people. After humans switched to crop planting and cattle herding, there was more food, and more people could live in the same area. And more people could create more sizeable production surpluses to maintain states. States provided more security than tribes as they had police and standing armies, so the inhabitants could benefit from the defence and political stability that states could provide.

The modern state

Modern states have a rationally organised administration with merit-based recruitment and promotion. That happened in China first. Chinese emperors did not have to pass an exam. They inherited the title or came out on top during a power struggle. Emperors had unchecked powers, and there was no guarantee that only good emperors made it to the throne.2 Institutions can protect the country from poor rulers. This problem does not go away if we elect our leaders. That is why democratic states also have institutions, most notably, the separation of powers.

The separation of powers aims to split the state into three independent branches, which are the administration (the executive), the parliaments (the legislative) and the courts (the judiciary). Each has its responsibilities, and the branches should not interfere with each other’s tasks. Parliaments make the laws, the administration executes them, and the courts verify whether they are applied correctly. Ideally, the administration has no power over the parliaments and the courts. For instance, the administration should not nominate or appoint candidates for the parliaments and the courts, and the courts should stay out of political affairs, which is the domain of parliaments.

As political leaders change and can raise controversy, many nations have a ceremonial head of state to provide a sense of stability and continuity in the form of a person. Some countries hold on to their royal families, while others have presidents to perform that role. Usually, ceremonial presidents are highly respected individuals who do not interfere with political affairs. Royals can also provide a stable sense of nationhood, but kingship is a birthright. Kings do not need to have particular qualities, so they may lose the respect of their nation, while a ceremonial president has earned the nation’s respect and, therefore, is less likely to lose it.

Our predicament

Improvements in democratic political systems are possible, but our current predicament is not so much the result of a lack of democracy. Our belief systems are at stake, for instance, nationalism, socialism and liberalism, but also cultures, religions and traditions. And we have made money the prime mover of our decisions. Wealth inequality has increased in recent decades, creating a self-reinforcing trend in which an oligarchy has all the wealth and power. Identity conflicts and pride also block progress.

You can analyse the economy from a socialist or a capitalist perspective. The results are very different, and neither is the analysis entirely wrong or right. The proponents of ideologies and religions tend to have an explanation for everything. Within the confines of their models, their arguments make sense. If you believe in the rain fairy, it makes sense to think she is angry when rainfall does not come. Many of our belief systems are models of reality with merits and drawbacks, and we should treat them like so.

Our political institutions are the result of ideas from the past. They still have merits but grow increasingly problematic. Clinging to obsolete thoughts is like doing rain dances to prevent harvest failures when the cause is climate change. If existing ideas stop working, people become frustrated and lose faith. If crops continue to fail, some villagers may realise that electing a new priest does not solve the problem. They may worship the weather spirit instead and start a violent conflict with followers of the rain fairy.

The issues we now face come primarily from failing ideas and institutions rather than politicians. Existing religions and ideologies have no answers to the issues of today as many are global collective action problems, while centralised complex systems are ineffective in dealing with them. If the collapse is at hand, we may need to find common ground about what we should do and delegate practical decision-making about how to do it to the local level when possible.

Featured image: House Of Commons in the United Kingdom. Parliament.uk. [link]

1. Sapiens: A Brief History Of Humankind. Yuval Noah Harari (2014). Harvil Secker.
2. The Origins of Political Order: From Prehuman Times to the French Revolution. Francis Fukuyama (2011).