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Shkruar nga Edison Ypi
Lest you worry, that Non Grata issue is not as dire as it seems.
Jump out the window Doctor. Don't prolong it. Throw it away, you will only get good things. Stop talking. Now throw it. It is the ideal moment. Everything is over. All the roots dried up. All the maneuvers were done. All the tales were told. Throw it away. Not because I want to. But because the heroic throwaway ending is what it deserves. Vojo Kushi jumped on the tank. Salam Musa jumped at the ball. You threw the gang of the alley. Think deeply. To jump, i.e. to rise by falling, has been proven to be the shortest and fastest way to success.
It has been so many years that the Democratic Party cannot be brought to power. And you never have to bring it. There is no sign that it can happen; not here to the horizon, not now to eternity. I didn't come to this conclusion because a friend told me on the phone or a saleswoman when I was buying pumpkins. To learn the future, I don't need a friend, a pumpkin, coffee grounds, or a crystal sphere. I don't learn the future, I don't hear it, I don't even understand it. I, along with everything else, feel the future. In flesh, in blood, in claws, in every cell of my body and brain.
Throwing you out of the window, Doctor, is not punishment. Your jump from the eighth floor is catharsis, purification, salvation, liberation.
You made mistakes Doctor. From the beginning. When you gathered in the Democratic Party, where were all the spies, thieves, pigs, snakes, trash, filth, scum, scumbags, swindlers, communists, well rats, journalists of the People's Voice, all kinds of committee secretaries and instructors? of the party of the districts, and you entrusted the key positions, the livers were left to the wolves. We noticed that your way of doing politics lacked a concrete foundation, nobility, principles, morality. However, we persevered. We waited for you. We said; It's the beginning. No experience. Let it work. But you kept making mistakes. Even worse. You did nothing to mitigate the collapse of the pyramids. Your country crumbles in five minutes. The lives of thousands of Albanians fled for dog fat.
Don't let yourself be chased without poisoning your life by letting the hounds loose to weave intrigues, invent unknown stories, nicknames, and a thousand black ones. Why? Because they voted for you, they helped you, they tolerated you, they forgave you, but they didn't make you a mat like the basins to move around?
However, now you have a chance to forget it all; Ridiculous threats, brawls, nauseating rhetoric, obscene calls for revolution, paid airmen to talk to themselves at masturbating counters with no one opposite or at least different in front of them, and a whole lot of other insanity that doesn't turn them on. the mouth.
Lest you worry, that Non Grata issue is not as dire as it seems. Let's face it, I have a young man in my neighborhood who I've been told drinks brandy, shouts, beats his wife, kicks toads. From the day I told the jevg that I can't see it with my eyes, the jevg comes to me three times a day and asks me to explain with facts why I reject it, why I don't accept it, why I can't see it with my eyes, why I announced it Non Grata.
They can't save you from Non Grata and from any other taxis, those scumbags paid to hang around like languors with drool running down their mugs. You paid them and rewarded them with villas and businesses for propaganda sheets in newspapers that no one reads a single line.
From Non Grata and all, you can only escape from the window.
Jump to escape.
Let me say that even though I have never met you, I have dedicated all those viral articles to you for which I have not received anything.
To allow and enable him to overdo it with the right until the right is thrown on the other side, this is the genius trick of his stature. He has done it and is doing it hundreds of times. How did you not understand such a simple thing? Or have you figured it out and are thinking of making another 8 of those that we fools can't guess?
Don't worry about the hounds bothering me. I have taken the measures. Your hounds eat me what is not said, drink what I should not, shave what is not told.
Go Doctor, go.
Jump out the window.
You have nothing to wait for. Albania has changed. It was full of women as well as men and hungry bellies. It's full of spaghetti-strap, elegantly saturated women who spend half their time in gyms and swimming pools.
When you have just been thrown, chasing your kolotumbas in the air, the street halabakas will scream in horror all the vowels a, e, ë, i, o, u, y. It will be the most beautiful music you have ever heard at any rally.
Drop Doctor. Do not be afraid. At the moment when your group of admirers will anxiously wait for your dismemberment on the asphalt at Syri live, some halabakas from the alley will open a sheet and wait. Wonder will tear the sky. It will look like a miracle of God. Like a blind man who suddenly sees. Like a deaf person who suddenly hears. Like a fool who suddenly understands. And so it will remain in the chronicles. But in fact, I will prepare the halabaks and the sheet for your good, so that you can be saved, my lord. To convince them, I will tell the halabaks of the saving sheet that they will go down in History as the Doctor's saviors. And when the Democratic Party comes to power, which means never, they will be appointed customs officials.
I wanted to say a few more things, Doctor. But I'm afraid that if I tell him, you forget to throw, or even worse, you throw and fall out of the sheet.
Drop Doctor. Throw it away I tell you. Only after throwing will you continue to live heroically. Throw it away. What are you waiting for?
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