FLASH
Shkruar nga Edison Ypi
It was good that the Doctor didn't get off his horse at that time. Who would dare let the devil out of the bottle? No one! Except the Doctor.
16 years in opposition is such a long time that it would have exhausted the patience of the French, Russians, Mongols, Cubans, and Chinese, and would have dragged Napoleon, Stalin, Genghis Khan, Fidel Castro, and Mao Zedong alive.
The doctor has done it for so many years, he will do more, and no one will touch him with a fingernail.
The doctor has a thousand reasons not to leave.
Just remember what titanic efforts it took for visa-free travel through Europe and entry into NATO. He fought tooth for tooth in a titanic confrontation with the heartless and cunning West that was in no way in agreement. He achieved this thanks to the demonic will tempered in the anvils of the Labor Party. What is enough and more as a merit that gives him the full right to never let down his guard.
They abandon the holy war with windmills, and only the scoundrels, the midgets, the technicolors dismount. Those who do not know, nor dare, to fight. Not our Doctor of the rope who only knows how to kill and plunder, to slay and blood, to set fire to and burn, everything that he fancies as if it touches the autocratic power in the slightest.
Someone who doesn't have the right talent for lying leaves politics. But never the mother and father of deceit, the grandfather of intrigue, the uncle of the scammer, the one whose every letter is a trick, every syllable an intrigue, every word a lie, our Doctor.
There is no problem in leaving politics, even some scoundrel who knows neither how to steal nor how to hide. But not the Doctor, the genius of theft, the patriarch of concealment, the sultan of giving, the mastermind of making grapes and plums out of public money stolen with excavators and bulldozers. There is no reason for the thief who buys villas and businesses around the world with stolen money to leave politics. The possessor and squanderer of millions of Albanian dollars who throws them here and there to find the right diluent to remove the Non Grata stain, without moving an eyelash, not even a nerve, even when he forgives with one hand, as much as, with rags and loot, all the villages of a commune in Librazhd do.
Some idiot who doesn't know how to beat is leaving the presidency. But not the Doctor who raised beating to Art and applies it according to the principle:
The one who beats, but during the beating the victim does not bleed, does not break at least four ribs, does not cause at least three cuts on the face like Tony Montana, does not break three teeth, is not called a beating but a tickling, is not considered violence but a caress and as a result, is not recognized as worthy, is not given any reward, is not thrown a single bone, is not promised a job, for example at customs, where he can steal as much as he wants.
The one who best meets these conditions for a beating, the Doctor, doesn't have to give up his chair to any deadbeat who bleeds from just a knife to the throat, a soldier's boot to the stomach, or a head banging against a wall.
He also abandons the presidency, whoever does not know how to kill. Whoever knows how to kill, does not leave, he stays. Those 26th of Gërdec and the 4th of January 21st are a drop of water in the sea of blood of thousands killed in 97 when the barracks that the Doctor erected collapsed and turned to dust and ashes at his feet in one day. No soldier, no officer, no clerk, no one obeyed him. The Doctor did well not to get off his horse at that time. Who dared to let the devil out of the bottle? No one! Except the Doctor.
It is the leaders who are weak, soft, and cowardly, who leave even if only one person doesn't love them, doesn't like them, can't see them with their own eyes. The doctor is not one of them. The doctor, even though he knows that 1 million people don't love him, doesn't play by the communist's instincts like Oso Kuka does at his meal and never gets off the horse.
The Doctor, with his nepotistic, regionalist, clientelist, mercenary maneuvers, established a state of thugs, gangsters, and ignorant people, who took Albania by the throat just as the Doctor took the presidency. And like Poe's Black Raven, he will never let it go. The Doctor did well to place the power of the Halabaks like a rock in the middle of the road to progress. The Albanians of the mountains who only spit fire from their mouths and sparkle from their eyes in football stadiums deserve no more.
There is no reason for the Doctor to leave. He has proven that he keeps his word. He never betrayed the Labor Party. He never disgraced Marxism-Leninism to which he gave the Mountaineer's Oath. He remained loyal to it even in the darkest days. A communist with a red star on his forehead. Like a dog, Stalin's great-grandson and Lenin's great-great-grandson. There is no more heroic proof than this loyalty. Therefore, he should never leave. The Doctor does not leave the war. Only the one who is born a traitor, the shadow, the gene, the DNA of the Doctor, leaves the war.
That the Doctor stole the land from the owners and gave it to the newcomers was a mistake. But he is forgiven. To leave for so little, just because of hundreds of deaths after 7501 conflicts over land ownership, is what they say: The horse farted at the inn door. God forbid the Great Doctor would abandon the war for two cents.
There are those who are saying that the Doctor should leave because his life is over after those rams that shake but don't fall. The naive people who say this don't know that the Doctor can eat those rams without falling, right where they are. When the ram doesn't have a clue.
He's resting. He's fallen asleep. He's dreaming. There's no need to abandon the armchair of thievery. The genius doctor of tricks, why can't a ram eat what's being shaken?
There is no reason for the Doctor to leave. He is not a missionary, nor a saint, nor a leader. He is a more than banal, vulgar political race. A black sun that does not warm, nor shine, only blackens. That sneaked into our lives. When the Party of Labor and Serbia gave it to us without asking. When our minds were not drunk with Freedom. When we understood the trick, but it was too late. We were hindered by excessive talk, dreams that were not shared with us, sleep that never came to us.
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