It's the end of Edi Rama. Day by day, all of humanity awaits his confrontation with justice.
It couldn't have happened any other way, as he strangely left the public refugee list in Paris and was secretly listed as the Wolf Valley of the Balkans.
Known in foreign investigative files as Alex Soros' donkey, McGonigal's horse, the cart of crime, the dragon of drugs, and in SPAK documents as the lion of the forest, the tiger of tenders, the wolf of public funds, the cat of fish, today, he has lost the instinct of the dog that sniffed out bargains far and wide.
Without the dampness of the news that America withdrew its army from the war on crime, a detachment of American justice experts, with their presence here, have undressed Babloku.
He has no appetite for a charter flight above the clouds, nor for power over SPAK, nor for a 33,000 euro bottle of wine, after the key to the secrets of the meticulous investigation of the former FBI chief Charles McGonigal's file opened the cork for the "devils" he had put in the bottle.
Babloku is being tortured on the way to prison.
The Americans locked him up as a monk, they dehumanized him worse than Ilir Meta.
Even the scent of power is fading, as there is nowhere in the market to find diplomatic perfume to cover the stench of corruption.
Their voice does not stir, their tongue stutters, and they produce neither salty nor poisonous juice.
Hell, this is war, and it's not the first time that thieves have been stripped naked on the way to prison./ Pamphlet
Lini një Përgjigje