FLASH
Shkruar nga Edison Ypi
To show no compassion when you irreparably harm thousands of others, and then when you risk yourself experiencing the howling sensitivity of a broken tooth nerve, calling him a monster is a compliment.
Tomorr, Korabi, Nëmërçka, the Adriatic, the Ionian, along with the rivers and streams, plus the ponds and lakes, the sky, the clouds, the earth, the underworld, all together amount to nothing more than the lies and thefts of this monster born from the bloody womb of total lack of Morality, evil and infinite vileness.
Someone who screams, shouts, and mumbles nothing but colossal lies and pharaonic fabrications about grand successes and imaginary victories to Albanians can be nothing but a monster.
What more or less than a terrifying monster could a lunatic be who, after thinking he has invented the wheel by shrinking the party and inflating himself, "chooses" the mirror as the leader?
Immersed and drowned in the depths of words, labyrinths of connotations, swamps of deceit, lost without a name and a molehill within the forest full of bushes of empty rhetoric with dry vocabulary, wooden language, dead logic, what else could this fool be if not a monster?
To show no compassion when you irreparably harm thousands of others, and then when you risk yourself experiencing the howling sensitivity of a broken tooth nerve, calling him a monster is a compliment.
Hallucinatory speeches, surreal speeches, stale jokes, supposedly spontaneous gestures studied in front of the mirror, uncontrolled outbursts of nerves, and other monstrosities that grab the attention of the ignorant few and alienate the normal majority, make him funny, a clown to some extent, never an orator, certainly a monster.
The wicked man in question thinks that the weak make one powerful, gossip makes one silent, intrigue makes one wise, the thief makes one rich. He is wrong. All are the bed where he sleeps, coughs, vomits blood, the born monster, already in the grave.
Having stolen billions yourself and endlessly complaining about someone else, hoping that they will understand, that they will believe, that you will throw it at them. Keep going, keep going, you made me laugh, you terminally ill devil.
You have been poisoning Albanians all your life with the manipulations of the Sigurimi and the nomenklatura, slandering thousands of normal people for the sole reason that they don't want to dance your macabre dance, you monster. So you are the extended hand of the Sigurimi, and with extreme shamelessness you call yourself a democrat. Stay wise. Calling you a monster is not enough.
To shout and scream without stopping or tiring with communist fervor, Bolshevik determination, revolutionary momentum, as in a party meeting, at anyone who seems to be getting involved in your theft, when you were fighting internal and external enemies like Don Quixote with windmills, maybe you are something else, but to me you seem like a monster.
Today, after 30 or so years, having around you the stalwarts of the Security Service, the People's Voice, and the nomenklatura, what else is needed to be a bloody monster?
Monster God, you are at a low stage of evolution. You are in the age of raw meat. It will take you millions of years to get out of the cave and learn the basics of civilization.
The pieces of meat tell you you are smart, agile, and strong. In fact, even the monkey in the jungle is smart, agile, and strong. But it is a gorilla.
You stole and only stole. You did nothing else, you perfect, disgusting monster.
Don't think you don't believe what I'm telling you. You're not in vain, Monster.
Your abominations, your shame, your crimes, would cause tears to stone, wood, and the grave, you monster. But you neither blush nor turn pale for the endless lies and evils, which no meter can measure, nor scale can weigh, you black-faced monster who never gets enough of blood.
Albanians will suffer even after your departure, you monster. Years will have to pass until you are forgotten and they begin to live normally without you above them, you monster. They will endure. Autumn begins with clouds and rain, but it is full of fruit.
Don't take revenge on them, you have a merit: Your troubles, your misfortunes, your evil deeds, are not small, mediocre. They are, as befits a monster like you, all-encompassing, catastrophic, cataclysmic.
Don't let the thought of being a liar, a thief, a gossip, a swindler, a bargain hunter, cause you to suffer so much, sacrifice, and suffer so much. You have always been disgusting and superfluous, like a piece of rotten meat that the butcher threw to the dog.
Hey,Or Yp,nuk je mire me duket!? Shko vizitohu bre se ke alucinacione.Mos te ka ndryshu perberja anatomike e trurit ,bre!? A ke me BAGLA te mbetura ne fut,te pa nxjerra?? Nxirri bre se do te zihet fryma,hahaha…. URREJTJE PATOLOGJIKE. Hahahaha….
shqiptaret investigatore exellent te kodit moralit ne shoqeri ,.....por nderkohe askush nuk lufton te keqen ,........sepse ne gen ka ligesinë , si nuk u mor shembull nje politikan ose qeveritar i moralshem , si nuk lavderuan as edhe nji ,kjo ndodh sepse jemi shoqeri perverse e ligë ne gen , ...se ndryshe do reflektohej ne ditet e sotme ,nje mirësi , një vllazëri, nje e drejte ,por vetem negativitet ,hajdutllek , ligesi ,prandaj edhe ypi e sorrollopi i analisyave sa do bukur te shkruajne mbeten don kishotër, libri me i lexuar ne botë?
me ke pelqy sa here pe satiren dhe mesazhin tende sot e ke dhi Ke henge dhe ti nje luge corbe te prishur e do vjelles gjithe Jeten
Ore mire ka bere qe i ka shkruar, po shume paska duruar! Gjithsesi populli nuk harron prandaj po behen sh prokurore e gjykates se do vijojne serite SPAK 2 3 4 e forever si Batman Forever. Ku nuk verteton te ardhurat per pasurine ne kohen X te konfiskohet, ndryshe do rregullojn me zarfa magjistratet
Mir ja bën këtij populli debil që nuk ngrihet ti tregojë vëndin.Kemi 30 vjet që dëgjojmë vetëm dërdëllitje nga të sëmurë mendorë si puna jote.
Shume pershkrim i drejte Z. Ypi. E kuptoj shume mire revolten tuaj, sepse PERBINDESH, MOSTRA, BERISHOVIC, pasi shkaterroj gjithecka ne kete vend per interesat e SERBIT E GREKUT, kjo PROSTITUTE POLITIKE, po shkaterron edhe PD. Skulptura, e paraqet me mire, ku bijen ne pah, NOCKA me VOKSHIN, i pari duke i pastruar kepucet dhe Vokshi, zonen koqeve. Z. Ypi, QELBASIRA, ndoshta nuk i ka bere mire llogarite . Po e rrit presionin dhe kur te shpertheje tenxherja, po qe gjalle haleja, do perfundoj shume keq, por sidomos familja.