FLASH
Shkruar nga Sokol Pepushaj
I don't know yet where the end will come from; from the teeth of dogs, of tigers, of wolves, of any donkey that still lies, or from the McGonigal file...
Bablok is already between hounds and dogs that do not bark at SPAK, nor the opposition, nor donkeys, nor their fate, but God's. Not that he has left them without food, but that he wants to bind them with irons and they do not obey him. It is the big, furious kennel that annoys him, takes him out of the location of logic, ignites the blood of his thoughts before the swings of the unjust world that demands transparency of wealth for all these predatory animals.
Bablok's wars and sacrifices are dead...
During the day among the hounds and at night among terrible dreams, he fights with the triumph of the currents of Rraja, the fandaksura fixations of Taulant Balla and the ghosts of Fish, Tigers and Wolves.
That Taulanti was burned without ripening and resurrected without being crucified on the cross of justice is not an example that inspires neither the poor, nor the oppressed, nor the sheep and donkeys, nor the dogs that bark at television studios and state bunkers in care of the labels that free media condemns thieves.
The highlighted values of Bablok's worthlessness for the large herd of wandering hounds, or the support and support of a small herd when there is no excitation of normal dysfunction, are the divergence and the evidence of horizons that frighten.
Bablok only has in hand the "weapons" of insecurity, where even his hopes have been turned into explosions that infuriate the hounds of power, who no longer even exchange him for donkey meat.
Saliu and Iliri can't get rid of the savagery, because they have their own problems and their days are numbered, so Bablok doesn't have the Heaven above his head, nor the Earth under his feet.
It's really bad, he walks freely, no matter what, no matter where he goes. The peak of victory has become a bush and the once loyal dogs are now hiding behind every bush, ready to bite.
I don't know yet where the end will come from; from the teeth of dogs, of tigers, of wolves, of some donkey that still lies, or from the McGonigal file.
What is known as one and one make two, is that on the way of governmental wickedness through the jungle full of corruption, the signals of the sensors do not stop blinking, the blessed day has come, what is expected by all Albanians, Edi Rama is being torn apart by his own hounds ./ Pamphlet
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