FLASH
Shkruar nga Martin Leka
What did Sali Berisha and the Democrats win with the stamp?
This is like the Pyrrhic victory of the seal of the Democratic Party. Or like Lleshi from Shebe e Mirdita in the 1900s.
Seals and logos are merely symbols. They matter, obviously, but elections win people over. Neither the seal nor the logo are voting.
In the messy architecture of today's opposition, the only victory of these three legislative and local mandates was that of the seal. The footage of the celebrations with 7-8 people at the headquarters of the Democratic Party, already from Foltore or Rithemelim in the official Democratic Party, was the most grotesque picture of the opposition's disobedience. A man in folk costume dancing as if he were a professional drunkard was like an old postcard, where the only people interested could be some ethnographer or some tourist among the many who could only like the red vest.
As if to complete this great victory (of Pyrrhus), a militant had tattooed on his forehead flowers, the seal of the Party. While other militants had put the stamp on their social network statuses and profiles.
I don't think Sali Berisha agreed with this kennel of folk vulgu. Because Sali Berisha does not need to celebrate. He is the seal of the PD itself. Even the belt of Berisha's pants hanging on a tree in the alley of Sala, those who go make the nightly procession under his balcony today, they will be the same.
From a legal point of view, the decision of the Court of Appeal seems doubtful. In this case, but this is a personal opinion, the court made more of a political decision than a legal one. The very odyssey of this court case "once belongs to one and once to the other", shows that the decision is easily contested and just as doubtful. So the decision seems more to be "politically correct", based on numbers of supporters and not on legal evidence.
Lulzim Basha, on the other hand, has only lost the seal. Today he may feel alone, but not lost. In order not to be both lost and alone, he must reflect. His attitude these hours after the decision has been generally correct, as a period of reflection after an apparently unexpected and surprising decision for him and his supporters. Accusations have been hurled at Lulzim Basha, from imaginary agreements with Edi Rama to occult connections with all kinds of organisms and organizations.
I think Lulzim Basha and his supporters have two ways: either to join Sali Berisha's party with a seal, or to continue their political project. Between these two paths, I think the second one would be more productive. At the height of the war with Sali Berisha, Lulzim Basha received over 100,000 votes. I believe that these will not only exist, but at a different pace, in the context of the time and situation, they will only increase, becoming an irreplaceable factor and an important part of the political establishment.
Rama on the other hand, it's not that he doesn't care about this whole atmosphere. Although it seems obvious, I believe that in the underground tunnels of politics, some messages are readable. Edi Rama is much more comfortable facing Sali Berisha than Lulzim Basha. Not because of strength of numbers than because of personal political profile. Having a clear synopsis of the electoral weather, a confrontation with Sali Berisha would make Edi Rama more comfortable in his sure victory. In any case, the configuration of today's opposition makes Edi Rama's left-wing party the winner. This in the internal plan. Externally, Rama is still more comfortable with Berisha non grata than with Basha grata.
And then, what did Sali Berisha and the Democrats win with the stamp? Sali Berisha knows that not with one, but with 100,000 stamps, he cannot become prime minister and his party cannot win the elections. He also needed the seal as a last revenge against his greatest enemy, Lulzim Basha (not Edi Rama). The seal was the epilogue of the "work" that Berisha did with his creation, the Democratic Party, since 2013 and especially these last 3 years. Berisha's predicted victory is more or less like this:
Lleshi, a man from Shebe and Mirdita, had gone to Shkodra's bazaar, in Shkodra in the 1900s.
His mind was full of rifle shots, in vain.
The merchants got scared, gathered their loot and goods and ran away.
When he comes to Sheba, he stands proud before anyone who asks him about the bravery he has done.
- Oh, are you the one who shot a rifle in Shkodër?
- Yes, God, he said.
- Did you win?, they asked him again.
- No, he said, I didn't win, but I ruined the bargain...
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