Tonight we will know who The Mole is

And Kiek can hardly take it

Today is D-Day. Just a few hours until the big whatdafak moment. Because believe me: that's going to happen. We think. At the editorial office, we've been talking about it for days, and the discussions are heating up. For real: is it seriously Jan? Olcay? Or Ruben? Why have I been a fanatical mole fan for years and still don't know for sure in the finale who The Mole is?

A final plea. Ending in a Yes, a No, and a Maybe.

Ruben

I still firmly believe that the messy musician has been put in the spotlight by the creators way too quickly. The audience went loco because of Ruben's suspicious actions that were extensively shown during almost ALL episodes. When it became known that Jan and Olcay were on the ‘hairy satay stick’ (his words) in the finale, I knew for sure: the creators wouldn't do this. As a director, you don't let your film die out like a candle. Ending in a cliché; you just don't do it. I will eat my new Prada pumps if Ruben is The Mole. There, I said it. Ruben becomes the No.

Olcay (the Maybe)

That chick is completely crazy. Pleasantly disturbed, however, but absolutely unpredictable and therefore perhaps the funniest (after ‘Ratatata’ Immanuelle) WIDM candidate ever. She did strange things. She was the first candidate ever who didn't take notes for episodes. She gave away a black exemption. Such an uncontrolled projectile would be the perfect Mole. Would the creators also find her suitable for this role? Hmm, I find it difficult. Olcay Gulsen becomes the Maybe.

 
Jan (the Yes)

The people's friend. The potential boyfriend with puppy eyes of whom I said after week 3: “It's nice that there is always a candidate every season of whom you are sure that it's a candidate.” Jan, you have flashed me. Made me look foolish. I don't know. I followed the money. And what worries me are those hard euros with you. Because despite your Oscar-worthy pike dives and the fact that you can immediately start as motivational speaker and are the funniest group person ever, I miss the hard cash. You haven't brought in a dime, Jan. You become my Yes. And if it becomes clear tonight that you are The Mole, you are rightly the best ever and I would seriously start worrying about your lying skills as your girlfriend.

 
Tonight at 20:30, mole buddies, we will be freed from our suffering. The reveal of the seventeenth season, live in Vondelpark. The winner, the loser, and of course the reveal of the motherfocker I've been obsessed with for three months. Jan, don't disappoint me boy, I'll do something to you.