FLASH
Shkruar nga Sokol Pepushaj
Even if the blueberries of Shkëlzen Berisha, the pears of Frida Krifca, the cartridges of Fatmir Mediu, the medicines of Ilir Beqaj or the apples of Olta Xhaçka, have numbed the "teeth" of Altin Duman, there is nothing to predict, since here they are all one substance , from the prosecutor and the judge, to the diplomat and the government.
Ilir Meta to prison...
This is the leitmotif of the satirical novel about justice, the megaphone media of the mafia and Western diplomats, every time the pressure of the Albanians raises the "lid" of patience.
Through dozens of corruption files, accusations of physical elimination of opponents, or the thick language of diplomats to the infinity of breaking the rope, where they are also forbidden to use the American flag, the march of the sheikh mobster continues to take giant steps.
It seems that justice is clashing with the shadow of a king, climbing on the pillar of pyramid acrobatics and waits until Surrel's Odysseus becomes pigs to the anti-Americans, they go to the slaughterhouse themselves.
Cirka Yuri Kim, with a "sword" in Bablok's throat, according to our mythology, has foreseen the will of God the People, to end the war between justice and injustice, but it was never understood when that day will come.
The days are like yesterday and today, accusations disappear like the first hundredth.
Not even the fire of public opinion, is lighting a candle of hope neither to SPAK, nor to Western diplomats, that when is the day for Ilir Meta to show where all those riches came from or where this heroism comes from through victories over those who have them publicly cut the ticket to the cell hundreds of times.
There is a turning point in this alcove.
The villagers have left all jobs. Nothing is produced, except hatred for Ilir Meta and the thieves who have become the gas of the World.
All over the social networks, they have exploded in suspicions that justice and foreign diplomats have been bought with Albanian tax money.
Even if the blueberries of Shkëlzen Berisha, the pears of Frida Krifca, the cartridges of Fatmir Mediu, the medicines of Ilir Beqaj or the apples of Olta Xhaçka, have numbed the "teeth" of Altin Duman, there is nothing to predict, since here they are all one substance , from the prosecutor and the judge, to the diplomat and the government.
But we who know the stages, why not remove the cap from the bottle where the Devil lives?!
Circa, who lived here as the Fatima of the second century after Sali, wrote somewhere between the lines that yes, Ilir Meta can ride in a tank, he can buy SPAK and the silence of diplomats, but not public pressure!
Justice is mired in a political-mafia debate.
It makes any small movement to save its skin from public pressure that is not stopped by diplomats or mafias.
In these times this is likely. The public wants Ilir Meta to justice./ Pamphlet
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