FLASH
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The inevitable end of those who do not believe in the end...
There are characters who enter politics as if they were sent from heaven, but who come from the basements of history. They are those who consider the collar as the savior's costume, who talk about the flag while signing contracts for destruction, who recite for the nation but who want power, eternally, without being accountable to anyone.
Milorad Dodik is neither the first nor the last.
He is one of the many political filth that has misunderstood politics by considering himself a deity. He thought he could mock the law, internationals, fellow citizens and reason. But the law is not always deaf. Sometimes, even in the Balkans, it is mentioned. Although late. Even for a Dodik.
Now without a mandate, but still full of empty words, Dodik cries on social media about rigged justice. Like any exposed autocrat, he behaves like a victim, talking about the people, about an attack from abroad, about a conspiracy that does not exist. In fact, everything that is happening is a logical consequence. It is not punishment, it is cleansing. History has a strange way of disinfecting. And it always starts with those who seem most untouchable.
The same formula everywhere. They are always the same: strong in words, low in morals, rich in luxury, poor in conscience. The same scheme. Power with propaganda, control over justice, manipulation with the flag, with religion, with nostalgia. A network of parasites who say they are servants of the nation but treat citizens like sheep and themselves like emperors. A caste that when it falls, does not fall with shame, but with the same arrogance that kept it in power.
Dodik is not unique either. There are plenty like him who behave like knights of justice while crawling through the corridors of power to protect themselves from prison. Such people always have an excuse, an enemy to invent, a journalist to buy and a righteous man to smear. But the end comes. Sometimes it comes with a verdict. Sometimes with a file. Sometimes with a call from the embassy. Sometimes from the street. Sometimes from a vote that can no longer be cast.
Power is not eternal. Nor is immunity an eternal shield. And when the powerful fall, they fall badly. Devastated, alone, disgusted. None of them leave like men. They all jump out of political windows like rats fleeing a sinking ship. And ironically, they blame the ship. Not themselves for bringing it to the bottom.
In the end, all that remains is a stain. No honor. No legacy. No glory. Just a bad memory that the next generation recounts with contempt. If there is one lesson from the Dodiks, it is this: history is patient with you for a long time, but when it is your turn, it tears you apart mercilessly./ Pamphlet
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