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What infuriates the ruling clique in President Radev’s consultations is that he is doing something.
They are angry so they can’t find a place, they give Radev on TV, they have to walk on his feet and discuss anything with him. They think you are accumulating points. He is also jealous of the carved table in the Presidency, and his place on it, the coat of arms on the back, they are jealous that he is the head of state.
And the fact that you can schedule elections in person means they don’t fit under your skin.
Ruling demigods and entire deities are used to everything that depends on them. In your hands should be not only the bread and the knife, but also the packages, the bars and the guns. And the patriotic tricolor, flying over the homeland, should also be in your hands. No other person should be measured except yours. That is why Borisov is gone, why the patriots are gone, they love each other so much that they admit nothing but themselves. And Radev’s raised fist: how can you forget something like that, how can you swallow a fist like that?
Karayancheva’s tales are only about Punta Mara, enough to register red dots in front of the shameful painter and activist of the coat of arms.
Not to mention Mareshki, he now has a circus show to do in the Presidency. Sofia’s circus burned down a long time ago …
One thing was clear: his pathetic mother of democracy with such parties and such leaders.
Many years ago, when I was little, I used to love going to Grandpa Dacho’s house in our town. He was a relative of my grandmother and we often passed by them.
Grandpa Dacho participated in the September 1923 uprising, but then he took a different line and persecuted the partisans before 1944. His life, to put it mildly, was colorful.
This dear old man of mine was going to give his pig a drink every night. He carried a bottle of plum brandy lemonade in the back pocket of his pants. The pig drinks water, takes a sip from a mortal until the brandy disappears. I … next to him.
And then, flushed and moved by the unique atmosphere, neither in leggings nor in sleeve, Grandpa Dacho just shook his head:
– Whoever is involved in politics, sooner or later goes to the political garbage dump.
He was correct. But how do I know that one day this political dump will be everywhere?
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