FLASH
Shkruar nga Edison Ypi
The only trades that Doctor Kërrma practiced during his life were: lying, stealing, deceit, scheming, envy, and treachery. These qualities were born and forged in the Stalinist ghettos, apart from which Doctor Kërrma knows no other habitat of life and political struggle.
Doctor Kërrma is not at all prominent, outstanding, rare, etc. Such attributes for Doctor Kërrma are platitudes spread by Doctor Kërrma himself and the ass-licking basins he carries around.
Doctor Kërrma is an absolutely mediocre politician, rather ridiculous, banal and ordinary in every respect. The others, neither leaders, nor missionaries, nor historians, are plum brandy drinkers at the riverside café.
Today, Doctor Kërrma is nothing more than 100 kilograms of rotten meat. However, he is still a scoundrel. He is not bad, for example, for a scarecrow that scares away the laraskas, a boutique mannequin, a museum object to remind future generations of who blackened Albania and Albanians as much as he could.
Everything that can be said today about Doctor Kërrma in the past is at the level of intellectual curiosity about a liar, talker, and thief who came and went, and only lied and stole.
Doctor Kërrma has no prominence, no ability, no talent.
The only trades that Doctor Kërrma practiced during his life were: lying, stealing, deceit, scheming, envy, and treachery. These qualities were born and forged in the Stalinist ghettos, apart from which Doctor Kërrma knows no other habitat of life and political struggle.
Party secretary in the Dictatorship was something so vile, hateful, and unworthy that there was nothing to compare it to. There has never existed, not even in the scum of the social cesspool, a position as filthy, as filthy, as frightening, and as shameful as being party secretary. As a rule, party secretaries were always the most banal, the stupidest, the most perverted, the most ignorant, the most scoundrel, the most hateful.
Doctor Kërrma belongs to the typology of ambitious provincials who, upon arriving in the capital, in an attempt to fill social and material inadequacies as quickly as possible, rushed to become and became communists, often party secretaries. Not for free. Leaving behind in the existential bazaar stall: manhood, dignity, faith, morality, humanism, everything.
There were cases during the Dictatorship when even party secretaries from the communist scum would throw a tantrum, do some trick, or show some disobedience, however minimal.
There is no evidence, no trace, from anyone or anything, that the cowardly Doctor Kërrma in the Dictatorship has made even the shadow of any dispute, no matter how insignificant, no matter how superficial, no matter how negotiable.
Doctor Kërrma was so zealous in conformism that in a short time he was accepted at all levels of the communist nomenclature. Even as the Dictator's doctor. And even on the boat with the Dictator's family in Voloreka, and everywhere else in the criminal and bloody communist superstructure. But never and in no single case was he accepted by any civic island where there was talk of social ferment, political events, science, fashion, art, literature, music, rosy gossip.
Doctor Kërrma did not usurp the Democratic Party for the good of Albania and Albanians, or because he was longing for pluralism and other nonsense. He did it only to control the flames of frustration that never became urban, civic, or European, but remained forever with a bag in his hand on the body of a "Zisi" between Milot and Laç, on a chrome "Skoda" between Mamurras and Fushë-Krujë.
Albanians voted, trusted, and applauded Doctor Kërrma as an official, as a manager, as a horse to pull the transition cart. Not forever. For a certain time. Because horses are changed. Little did the man know that Doctor Kërrma, in a short time, would go from horse to rider, and from rider to owner of the cart along with the load, the wheels, the road, and everything in sight, as if his father had left him; and after getting rich by stealing, he would declare himself a Missionary, a messenger of God. But you've made us sick, Doctor Kërrma, with these folkloric stunts of yours!
The shame and horrors of Doctor Kërrma are not over. But who is left to count them, tell me?
The serial bankrupt in everything, Doctor Kërrma, is struggling to escape the punishment he deserves from Justice with procedural tricks, a river of lies, and stolen money. He won't be able to.
Doctor Kërrma's dilemma today is:
Which funeral should I attend first: the party's, my own, the electorate's, the pulpits', the properties', towers', skyscrapers', villas'?
If he had been a serious man and a visionary politician, Doctor Kërrma should have stayed as far away from business as possible. But he did the opposite. And here he is. In total disarray.
Soon, Doctor Kërrma, who never gets off Sancho Panza's donkey, will be bitten by hyenas, pecked by ravens, and licked by cats.
They will say about Doctor Kërmë:
"He was what he was: a liar, a scoundrel, a thief, a capoband, a servile, a scoundrel, a scoundrel, a total failure, a biological scum, a social scum, a human carcass..."
Ky eshte fatkeqesia e vendit dhe popullit tone. Ky bashke me keta kermat e tjera qe per 36 vjet e rropen dhe e masakruan kte vend dhe popull. Por nje gje eshte e sigurt nese nuk I mer perendia ne si popull jemi te pa zote per ti perzene, faktet e kane treguar. Zot ndihmoje kete vend kte popull, meri kta kerma nje ore dhe me pare te digjen ne ferr.
Ia ke thene te gjitha.Fatkeqsi dhe mallkim per vendin.
Të vetmet zeje që Doktor Kërrma ushtroi gjatë jetës janë: rrena, hajnia, hilja, dobiçlliku, zilia, pabesia. Cilësi këto të lindura dhe të farkëtuara nëpër gjirizet staliniste, veç të cilave Doktor Kërrma s'njeh asnjë habitat tjetër të jetës dhe luftës politike.Ishte se ç'na ishte: një rrenacak, një llapaqen, një hajdut, një kapobandë, një servil, një puthador, një lepepeqe, një dështak total, një skarcitet biologjik, një fundërrinë shoqërore, një kërrmë njerëzore..."–Thotë E.Ypi, si gjithmonë duke vjellur vrer për Saliun. __________________ Por për Ramën nuk thotë asgjë, as për protestën. Rama që i lëpihet e ulet në gjunjë Melonit
Ja pasko bo mire epitafin bufit.
Por ama...ortak me perbindeshin tjeter, birin e Sorres, edvinrama. Kete nuk kupton ypi...
Titulli : Doktor Kerma, eshte pak. Rama, ka disa gabime dhe as nuk krahasohet, por KÈRMA, i vuri plugun komplet Shqiperise, saqe une mendoj, se edhe armiqte me te terbuar te ketij vendi, do ishin treguar me te permbajtur. Mjafton te kujtosh : Rendin ne kohen e ketij KRIMINELI, po Ndertimet rreth Lanes e tek Tajvani. Nuk kam arritur ta kuptoj qe si ka mundesi ti ndodhin keto probleme, kur perhkrah, kishte grupin e konsulenteve e Arkitekteve te VICIDOLLIT, me nje experience nga Nju Jorku, Londro, etj.