The shackles, which until yesterday he considered tools of justice against his enemies, are now closing in on his wrists...
The arrest of Edi Rama has begun to be celebrated. Everyone is eagerly waiting to see when the head of two governments, this of the Republic of Big Thieves and that of the Small Thieves in Prison, will be brought to justice.
The chains of corruption no longer bind either wild animals or tame animals that walk without rules on the path of theft. The road that used to be full of exits next to McGonigal is today surrounded on three sides by investigations by Western services; while in the east, someone, America they say, has erected a high iron wall in front of it, like the one that divides it in part of the border with Mexico.
In America, for the thieves of the prime minister's family and all the patronage, the greenback has turned into dried leaves, as investigations have advanced, bringing the arrest and seizure of the mafia boss closer.
Hand in hand, Babloku is crawling towards the hole he has dug with his own hands.
The propaganda laid out by Soros like a red carpet has become a mud puddle, where Babloku looks for owls and frogs and his illusions tremble.
The shackles, which until yesterday he considered tools of justice against his enemies, are now closing in on his wrists.
The promises of the Sorosian mornings have withered. Those of 12 years ago are still there, in the wall of deception that is collapsing and engulfing all the ministers, officials and candidates for deputies, contingents of the kingdom that are even hissing at the king like an acrobat playing on rotten ropes.
Everyone lights fireworks of enthusiasm for each friend who goes to prison.
Experimental justice for catching sharks with spider webs is the only ticket the mafia media is selling for the May 11 show.
On top of the idea of an expiration date, today we want to hang up the shackles for all those who, for 34 years, signed the fate of the nation.
Anyone looking for the calendar of the ruins of democracy, for the great holiday where Edi Rama, all roads lead to prison, to stop at May 11, even though this year, May could come in April./ Pamphlet
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