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The funeral of the woman who killed Sali Kulla will take place on May 11th.
It spread all over the walls and pillars...
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Without any deep or shallow sorrow, we announce with the greatest pleasure the death of our former lover, turned into a corpse by the incurable and inevitable disease of thieves and scum who deal with politics, Morbus Halabakus:
Age: 35
Name: Party
Last name: Democratic
Out: From the bloody womb of State Security.
Founding Father: Ramiz Alia
Godmother: Labor Party
The assassin who followed and killed him: Sali Kulla
The reason he killed her: He didn't know what else to do.
Godfather: Kadri Hazbiu.
The doctor who cut the umbilical cord: Greek.
The priest who baptized him: Serb
Profession: Nurse.
Faith: Infidelity.
Skills: Wooden tongue. Worship of Stalinism. Deep knowledge of applied socialist realism, especially in the way one licks one's superior's shoe, how one bangs one's head against the wall of a subordinate, how one farts out of fear. Meticulously following the immortal teachings of the whore comrade.
Origin: Dictatorship, violence, Bolshevism, poverty, beatings, prisons, exiles, espionage.
The philosophy that guided him: Unbridled materialism, clientelism, regionalism, Machiavellianism, Byzantinism.
The way they governed: As a terrorist sect blacker, more savage, and more foul than any invader, united around theft, extortion, lies, slander, fear, threats, beatings.
Communication strategy: International lobbying with lawyers paid astronomical amounts with stolen public money who have no idea what Albanians are like, where Skrapar and Puka fall and where Librazhd and Leskovik are located.
Predecessor: Labor Party
The successor: Death, dying, annihilation, what Sali Kulla did to him, who defiled him, degenerated him, shamed him, killed him. He buried him, buried him, and planted a poplar tree over his grave.
The word "danger", the stupidest artificial invention under the sun, does not disappear in 1 day.
At first, he was completely confused. He was out of his mind. He didn't know what to do.
Then his eyesight went away, his vision became dim, he confused one with the other, the loyal with the traitor, the opportunist with the resister, until in a short time he became completely blind.
A little later, they washed his ears, he became deaf, let alone talk, and even if a bomb fell at his feet, he wouldn't hear it.
A nose for smelling, a taste bud, he never had.
Because he ate like an animal whatever came his way and bit everything indiscriminately, including rocks, iron bars, and hard objects, his teeth fell out early.
He didn't fly, what's that word, nor did he ever walk. He just crawled like a snake, here and there, around here, his legs that barely held him up, he didn't use them, they remained like atavisms.
The funeral of the woman who killed Sali Kulla will take place on May 11th.
The start of the procession will be accompanied by cheerful music by "Shejtanbudallejt e Çmendur", alias SHQUP.
At the funeral, everyone will hold a card in their hands that says: Rest in peace, my party. In a little while, God willing, it will be your turn, Sali Kulla.
The music will feature selected pieces from the Red Army funeral choir.
Some Chinese who came especially will play parts from the operatic masterpiece "The East is Red".
The army band, led by conductor Beqir Balluk, specially raised from the grave, will play with drums, trumpets, and fanfares, "Barabaj's March":
Allallah, you disgraced cat, allallah,
Pav the way with nettles and with a stick of turf,
Buzz, oh chain and whip, you bastard,
Bark, laro, kaba: Hosanna, Barabbas.
Traitor, you incited us, left us without a homeland,
You have broken us, you have broken us, you have taken away every religion from us,
Poverty, meanness, slavery you gave us,
Derbederr, wolf and pig: Hosanna, Barabbas.
You crush us and squeeze us and you drink our blood,
You slaughter us and tear us apart and sacrifice us for fun;
O kokuth e lubi: Hosanna, Barabbas.
In the dungeon, among the corpses and the filth,
In hell, tar and tyrant, you-harbofsh,
With tam-tam and alarm and with deafening noise,
Buzz, oh chain and whip, you bastard,
Bark laro, kaba: Hosanna, Barabbas.
Before the body is lowered into the grave, thousands of funeral attendees, regardless of region or ideology, will spit on the coffin until their throats are dry.
Epitaph on the grave: Reagan made it possible. The persecuted protected him. Sali Kulla killed him.
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