JORAN--THE GOOD SON?

Rough translation
with Bablefish/Thanks CM


by Floor Ligtvoet

For many Americans Joran Van der Sloot is guilty, no doubt about it. He was the last to see Natalee Holloway in Aruba before she disappeared without a trace and is thus considered to have assassinated her. He is big news for the American television broadcasters, but who is Joran really? From what kind of nest does he come? - Portrait of a rebellious adolescent who plays fast and loose with the truth.


"Wanna have a good time?" a small, bloated Aruban with a yellow cap roars into the microphone. Around him on the dance floor, five hundred slightly high young people let it all hang out. Most come from America. It is ten at night and the peak time to be amused in the popular bar Carlos n Charlie's in Oranjestad that is synonymous with drink games.


Super fast five little girls in summery skirts and very thin shirts are lifted up on the podium. They get tequila shots and mugs of beer handed to them. .Then they must wiggle their ass twice to get the next beer and tequila shot.


Soon the first little girl starts to totter. The public crows with pleasure. Out of this bar the previous year Joran led the Alabama blonde Natalee Holloway.


Now the American is already missed almost year. Joran is the last known to see her. For this reason the police force considers him as a chief suspect in her disappearance. Joran did not improve matters for himself by lying to the police force.


After some flirting at Carlos n Charlie's and necking in the car, he explained, he brought Natalee back to her to hotel. Instead he left the little girl alone on the beach, he later admitted. The American media jumped on an all out hunt for Joran. Weekly photographs and old video of the Dutchman filled the American news shows. He is called a liar, a rapist, and an assassin. Joran's possible involvement in Natalee's disappearance proves to be a ratings hit.


In one go the seventeen-year-old adolescent is world-famous. (And believe me, he LOVES it...every second.) Who he is and from what kind of a nest he comes, is well known. Still for Anita van der Sloot, Joran’s mother, in the family house in the rural district of Noord where the dog smells the visitor before the gate opens. "Quiet", Anita quiets the loudly barking dog, "It is OK."


The small blonde woman enters to a large dining table to sit. She is really not in the mood to talk. The family has already had so much crap poured out about them. But the flow of rumors concerning Joran does not stop. A day earlier a high-level police source whispered anonymously, that joran had been treated for lying. Nonsense, asserts Anita firmly. Her son has undergone only counseling to improve his study habits. (Wrong...you sent him to counseling for his anger management and behavioral problems, Anita. Quit LYING!!!)


Joran's father, former judge in training Paul van der sloot arrives after a long workday. Tired, he gives a deep sigh: "Joran lies no more than every other adolescent." (Oh, so that makes it ok? It's one thing to lie about a curfew or getting drunk...it's another thing to lie about a missing girl that your son was last seen with. Quit minimizing the situation.) Paul wants rest at home. The family has the last year stood under enormous pressure, he complains. (Oh boo hoo...how do you think Beth and Dave have been handling this? At least you can SEE and TALK to your son, you arrogant self-centered piece of crap!)


Their oldest, Joran, is surely not an angel. Every detail from his personal life is entirely taken out of context. "We must refer to the disappearance not the murder." He talks gently and in a controlled way concerning his child, but Anita excites herself concerning the bad tales that circulate on the island. Joran gambling - and sex-addicted?


He is simply a delicious youth! A delicious adolescent, who lives for friends, sport, and family. Oké, he has adolescent traits. Not always sticks to his appointments. If he is supposed to be home at one at night her turns off his cell so his parents can't call him. If he gets in trouble later, he gives his concerned mother three thick kisses. (Delicious Youth? Thick kisses? What is this some sort of Oedipus complex? Eewww...I knew something was odd about them.)


They don't have to worry, he is home now. Anita is enraged that her son is accused of rape. "He was in fact very loving with his girlfriends" (Oh yeah, I'm sure he gave them lots 'o sweet pimple lovin') Joran had always many little girls around him but the contact was frequently only friendly, she says. "They went with each other for as a brother and sisters" Paul wants to show Joran's room. However, friends, both little girls and boys, could always spend the night he says as he crosses the garden to the outbuilding. (I wouldn't consider 15 year olds having sleepovers as little boys and girls. What do you think goes on Paulus? Or do you know? Or do you engage in the activity promising the girls a few hundred bucks?)


Since he was 15 Joran had here, beside the swimming pool and at a reasonable distance of the parental house, his own bedroom and bathroom. Paul opens the door carefully. "Look, here slept four or five during the sleepovers. It was always completely normal. (That's what Michael Jackson said, too.) On Aruba it is normal to sleep over at someone else's place. Minors are on the island entirely dependent on parents or friends with a driver’s license pick up and bring them. (When I was a teen, OUR PARENTS picked us up at a reasonable hour to bring us home. I had a curfew. What in the hell are you teaching your child? If anyone's to blame regarding your psychopathic son, it's YOU and Anita!)


During a conversation in Arnhem Joran says he was always super-glad have his own room. “The privacy was very fine, especially if there were friends." (All the privacy he needed to have Freddy come by and tape him having sex with different girls.) Of course he had also ordinary friendships with girls, says he as he hears his parents reaction. "One girlfriend slept ten times in my bed without ever something happening between us." (Great parenting...just let your underage son let girls sleepover...you are what is making our society wrong.) Attraction must come, as it happens, however, from two sides, finds he. If that is the case, however, he does not see, honestly said, the problem.

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Joran was already from age 14 having sex with girls. Also American. (Ah! Something to boast about, yet they are smearing poor Natalee. "She's no virgin! She's no goody-two-shoes?) "On the island there lives a little the feeling that they are easy. There are guys who go to the beach to hook up with them. He has done that himself "but” he emphasizes, "I have always treated them with respect." (I drug them and kiss them goodnight before I dump them somewhere.) So if the girl does not want sex, then OK, its back to the hotel." (Real nice gentlemen...you can't get any? Get rid of the bitch! Am I right?) It should have been that way with Natalee but she wanted to stay on the beach, he says. Thus he left her behind. Joran has always affirmed he did not have sex that fatal night with natalee because he that evening had no condoms on him. (Lie. They went to his house.)


Typical Joran, says Aruban Melody Granadillo (19). The little girl with long dark brown rolling curls is his ex-girlfriend. In their eight month long relationship they always used condoms. (Oh Melody, I'm sure your mother would love to read this about her daughter...a slut, but yet she is safe! Wow...) "He is completely clear on this." The Dutchman was her first love. For months on end they spent every day with each other. Taking a mouthful of ice (isn't chewing on ice a form of sexual tension?) she gestures to the green Wilhelminapark bordering the sea. There they could sit interminably and talk. I know him better than he knows himself. Joran is playful, in his heart a child. A possible assassin? No, that never. (That's what they said about Ted Bundy and Scott Peterson.)


Joran is often misunderstood she observes. Take his openness: "people take it as flirting." His friends also found him arrogant. (Because he is! He's a bully and a sociopath.) That is not him according to her. He is only self-assured. Walks straight up, head high. Eventually Melody broke the relation because Joran was unfaithful. (once a cheat always a cheat...once a liar, always a liar. Why are you still friends with someone you can't even trust??? Where is your self dignity?)


Magda, administrator of the Aruba Racquet club, shrugs her shoulders. That is the mentality here. If it clicks with someone, it happens simply, even if you already have a girlfriend. Aruba seems like a village where, via-via, everyone knows everyone. Every week a new cargo of anonymous tourists arrives at Reina Beatrix field that want celebrate only. For numerous young, sexy American girls Aruba is the party island is where they forget their sores. As long as the holiday lasts, the world of drink games and flirts is the reality. Local boys, such as Joran, have this party culture available seven days per week. Seduction always lies in wait. (Predators stalking their defenseless prey...)


On the gravel fields of the Raquet club boys beat their tennis balls rock-hard over the net. For Joran the tennis association, where mainly Dutch come, was a second home. After school he spent much of his time playing soccer, tennis and swimming. He was a spontaneous, nice kid, says Magda. "Although he could be quite obstinate and tenacious." She is reminded what Joran’s friend thought. They restrained themselves with Joran when they were tired of arguments. Joran is a good talker, dominates nearly nearly everyone, ' but also slicks', laugh Melody.


That is my strength, Joran knows. Talking "I frequently get what I want done." (In other words, he always gets what he wants...even a cover-up to save your ass from prison.)


Convincing debate is what I learned at the International School, according to his mother. Joran applied that art also at home, and with impact. He wanted once to go to the casino, but his father was then opposed. There rose spicy arguments, after which Paulus accompanied his son to the casino and eventually brought he him weekly to free poker tournaments in many casinos. (Nah nah! I got what I wanted dad!)


At all hours of the day Arubans in the casino run money through the many fruit machines (slots). Tourists play especially blackjack - or poker tables. Joran’s father thinks initially that his son does not participate in the poker tournaments for the gambling but for the pizza they served during the breaks. (Oh sure...that's the entire reason. Do you know that gambling is considered an addictive disorder?) You can then eat for free all you want. Joran started staying and coming home with a friend. Then he could stay away at longer, and really gamble. His father later realizes this and is bewildered. "I had no idea that Joran gambled also in the real casino."


His parents try constantly to find a balance in raising their children, they say. "I am perhaps something stricter than Paul", says Anita, "but as Paul and I both say ' no' and the children come with good arguments, then they know that we are open for a solution." Joran is proud of that. “My parents try to see everything also from our side. I have always found that good of them.“ (And you and all the evil people have the AUDACITY to judge Beth's parenting? Check yourselves fools...you are looking like nothing but pathetic dumb asses at this point. Get your self a good PR person, because you need to keep your pie hole shut if you were smart. Ahhh...but look who we are dealing with here. A so-called attorney that couldn't even pass his exams. They only wanted him as a glorified paralegal/secretary. Gotta keep up those appearances, Paulus. Your intelligence scale has dropped quite a few points.)