FLASH
Shkruar nga Sokol Pepushaj
Those who are marching towards tomorrow's power are those, yesterday's thieves...
The most famous thieves are moving like shadows towards May 11, the day when the horoscope writes the fate of the next 4 years of government.
On one side of the coin, they see America as the loyal lover of the Balkan Mafia, who can offer them another 4 years in the luxury hotel; on the other side, they read a powerful storm over the mountains covered in mist.
Sadly, SPAK's silky tongue, until a few days ago, has completely gone numb.
Doubt moves like a shadow against the background of irony, that yes, America, with its silence about all these criminals who could be legislators after May 11, could be both the hero on a white horse that provides for the many sinful Spaniards, and the dragon that breathes into the flames to ignite the fire of justice that the mafia extinguished with water, Surreli.
Whatever the "dish", this taste is liked by everyone.
Any bite ordered as part of the mafia's menu is nothing more than one, two, or three steps behind the actors of the panic ritual, who every time they retreat, take a leap and attack their victims more ferociously.
They have educated the little thieves to accept a little isolation, because evil has no end, and the blackest, hides in the whitest: hope.
Somewhere in the body of hope, fear also develops.
The coward does not come out with a gun 'face to face' today, but he does the job. Out of his own fear, he does not measure twice. Nesti Angoni, for example, a coward who hides in the suitcases of some millionaire prosecutors, has filled his holster and is pursuing many village pirates.
Those who rejoice when Nesti shoots well see as divine approval the behavior of the thieves about the only hope of saving themselves, since the anonymous spy, Babloku, knows everything, and here the suspicion becomes more frightening, is it not this man himself who steals what he needs and punishes whomever he wants?!
One of Edi Rama's many friends, who bought a Harvard degree online, has joined the opposition near the garbage cans and from there, awaits tickets to prison, reading titles from the novels of Alex Soros' kingdom at the door of SPAK.
If you don't get angry, Fatmir Mediu has also captured the spirit of the times and arranged it in a mafia laboratory.
Sentenced to an unexpired prison sentence, accused of 26 deaths and 290 injuries, branded as a criminal who forged the labels of Chinese bullets to kill American soldiers, today he appears to Albanians as the surgeon who comes with an American scalpel to castrate the tumor in the house of "political terror."
The metastases in the cancerous cells of the body of diplomacy are appearing to us as a science copied from the time when Charles McGonigal was our village teacher, and our Bablok, the smoke of the burning state, was wrapped in a patriotic sheet.
So, those who are marching towards tomorrow's power are those, yesterday's thieves.
They are all one substance, they have the same development and sensitivity, and where they have hope, they also have fear, in America. /Pamphlet
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