FLASH
Shkruar nga Sokol Pepushaj 
We are crazy about Fatmir Mediu and Lali Eri, who, in every public appearance, remind us that America loves them...
The arrest of Sali Berisha, Ilir Meta, Fatmir Mediu and Ilir Beqjas from today and tomorrow is delaying their lives for a few days, since the embers where the thieves are cooking, SPAK itself takes them out of the oven, to heat Edi's baking tin Rama and the "soup" ration for mafia propaganda journalists.
Analysts, fortunately, have recently been hiding from the screens, because they know where they messed up, but the bravest ones still come with crutches, enough to light some "smoke" packaged "made in America".
They boast that they have been trained by the Americans, that they only take enough from the SPAK, they highlight the names that will be arrested, and finally, they attack the hopes washed away by the energies that are waving in the wind like dry rags on the branches of the fig tree. Lali Erit.
The fig tree has no figs and the pan is empty, because everyone has eaten there, so even SPAK's accent fades in communication, so it is not understood, he works for Bablok while closing his eyes to his family corruption, to Non-Grata who Lindita enlists Nikolla to scratch his back with some behavioral remarks, for Ilir Meta who continues to sell and hide stolen property among his friends, or for Lali Er who only pays the taxes of the tyrants to the mafia for the non-existent incinerator $80,000 a day.
This is painting, but plagiarism counts.
Fatmir Mediu and Lali Eri drive us crazy, who in every public appearance sell the idea that America loves them, or every other thief who, for all our misery, lights candles with their assets that SPAK cannot see, after they have transferred them where their children are born and where our assets are invested.
What needs to be said about the wounded souls on the ambush road is the fact that the governors, politicians, officials, mobsters, have tied the donkey in the east and the horse in America, since they have never had obstacles to move and hide the stolen thing .
After the painting "Catch what you catch", we read that absurd ticket of the goddess Themis, that "no one is above the law", published on the Facebook of the American Embassy here three years ago, when our Nastradin had his own nails for the paintings on the counters, but also the FBI hat on the bald head, sweaty from the friction of strategic investors who have the worst vices, grab what they see.
With our eyes and soul in the beautiful poem that the villagers have been reciting for three years in the lawn of logic and divine feelings, that "no one is above the law", we close the writing with a piece of prose, that yes, the mafiosi have their right to love America, but when they brag about it to us, as if they exaggerate a little./ Pamphlet
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