Huh, Sally, Huh!

Albanians rejected you from the north to the south, from the east to the west because only you did not understand that your hope for rebirth is gone once and for all. Shkodra overthrew you and Tirana denied you, Tropoja abandoned you and Vlora gave you monks...

There is a finger that has been wagging menacingly for at least 57 years in the eyes of Albanians. For a quarter of a century as the communist finger of the party secretary and for the following 32 years as the finger of the president who held his party in fist. This is Sali Berisha's finger that threatens, accuses, blackmails and deceives. The finger that promises to put out the eye of others in the interest of his eyebrows. It has been 57 years since this man, once an extremist of the regime and now, the director of all extremism, instead of measuring good and evil, right and wrong, honest and worthless, virtue and morality with only his own yardstick: what do I have to do with what I do!

As never before, back in charge of a personal project and for personal trouble, Sali Berisha led his party to a defeat that would shame any defeatist and that has made every political defeat of anyone else before him look like victory. Huh, Sally, Huh!

Albanians rejected you from the north to the south, from the east to the west because only you did not understand that your hope for rebirth is gone once and for all. Shkodra overthrew you and denied Tirana, abandoned Tropoja and gave you monks Vlora, our Elbasan, Durrës, and Kamza, did not give nam to your lost mole Gjirokastra, Lezha, Malësia e Madhe, Korça, Dibra, Berati, Vau i Deja, and elsewhere, and everywhere, and 95 percent of Albanians rejected you as an evil memory.

There was only one path left for Sali Berisha to follow if he had a shred of humanity left, because the man breaks, but does not humble himself. But once again, as always, you humbled your vices and appealed to your old vice to not accept what all Albania knows, but to sell your parallel world as reality. "They stole me! Narco-state, crime, state machinery, activists and patronage", the early river of your mediocre excuses, now an even more mediocre stream and a psychic stream that evokes pity, has once again flowed across Albania to flood the scoreboard.

Huh, Sally, Huh! But this is your personal loss because Sarreqi and Perashi, Parruca and Xhabija, Dërguti and Dudasi, Zdralja, Rusi, Skënderbeg, Bahçalleku, Jjuhadoli and Ndocej made you lose your mind in Zall i Kiri. Ciao and Salam Sali from Postriba, Guri i Zi, Dajçi, Rrethinat, Bërdica, Ana e Mali, Shala, Shoshi, Pulti, Velipoja! Hi and Salam, Sali from all of Shkodra and the people of Shkodran who insulted and humiliated them for the last time.

You said sold! You said hostage! You said thugs!

You, the man who held Shkodra hostage for your ambition and to sell your power as expensive as possible. We, the government, the Albanian socialists, Edi Rama as party leader, Benet Beci as mayor, me as the political leader of Shkodra district, let's have a meeting. It's not a challenge. It's an invitation. Not after four years, but only after 24 months, to come to Shkodër and see Our Lady of Shkodër awakened from the lethargy where the stupidity, parasitism, and ignorance of your government have left her for three decades. Hurry up, because after four years you won't recognize Shkodra if you haven't become non grata by then from the people you numbed with the tale of anti-communism, you, the last Albanian communist.

 Now you and your circle without a party, frozen like a wren in winter, roll in the dust and take a dust bath to raise your next storm and throw dust in the eyes of the Albanians for the quality of the elections. Approach for energy, but neither Muli nor Noka and Paloka, do not believe in what you say, but follow you because they have nothing to do and do not know how to say it. You, the modern-day anti-pharaoh who, contrary to what history says, is ready to see buried under the pyramid of your illusory power all the followers who come after you out of misery and longing, naive idealists and cynical accountants, that ever-increasing handful little people who listen but don't believe your nonsense.

Follow me, you once said, but you are the one who calls out for me. You lost, Sali, you lost, but you didn't get it. You have been the pride of this country for three decades, and this country did itself the honor of rejecting you. Lose, lose for shame Sali! But for you this is not a problem. Shame doesn't stay with you. Hello Sali! Don't forget to enjoy the sunset, even though you don't deserve its beauty, you can come and relax in Buna.

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