FLASH
Shkruar nga Lorenc Vangjeli
This breed of idiots who, regardless of where they work, choose to be neighbors with each other in luxury residences in Tirana, in the south of the country or abroad, must understand that they have a gloomy horoscope and will be neighbors with each other again in the cell.
In the span of 72 hours, Erion Veliaj, mayor of Tirana, had two personal disasters. He was separated from gallstones and from some of his directors who ate apples behind his back. Even Veliaj, just like his superior Edi Rama, has every right to use the same expression tomorrow for subordinates arrested on suspicion of theft with a banal pattern and disgusting proportions.
Without violating the prime minister's right of authorship, even his deputy Belinda Balluku can express the same regret for the series of embezzlers of public money, of some of her right wing.
Edi Rama can repeat his early finding for both Balluk and Veliaj adding that the responsibility for each is individual and each must answer individually before SPAK without hoping that his party can become an umbrella, a shield or anyone's lawyer.
Leaders in Albania, as a rule and not an exception, are prisoners of the self-description they construct for themselves. And then, captive to that public portrait, many of their movements are explained precisely by this limitation of freedom to do otherwise, even when circumstances dictate otherwise. Rama is said to have no empathy for anyone. "I Gjati let you go!", Rama himself mocks with this self-portrait of his, which already forces him not to move a finger when he sees that on the eve of his fourth rebirth, a Laraman aradha with anonymous employees, allegedly made a Disgusting money in Lek. Berisha, on the other hand, has chosen for himself the harsh colors of a man who does not surrender to anyone. In order not to disappoint this self-portrait, he made the blunder of his life months ago and locked him in the cage of his house.
Even worse, Ilir Meta, the man who had the power to rewrite Albania's history in the 2017 elections, fell prey to a series of mistakes inspired by the identity he had created for himself as a man of his word. Meta allowed his party to fall while he himself was rising to the head of the Albanian state as president. Balluku and Veliaj, the two godfathers of each other, are also victims of their own imprisonment.
The first is convinced that it belongs to the legacy of the SP from the past, and this forgives her arrogance and revenge.
The second, rolled up his sleeves like Obama, is self-described as a working man, modest, bowed and "Lal" to his friends who love him for his interest and his enemies. Both multiply this portrait by miking the interests of public voices that sometimes praise the collapsing roads and sometimes swear that the grass in Tirana is greener than its cousins in Tokyo.
From today onwards is the moment for Rama's speech and judgement, mainly for reports in the SP and governance. With his opponent Berisha shrunk by the weight of Non Grata and his former enemy brother Meta full of dilemmas and anxieties about the future, he sees his power being questioned for at least two essential reasons:
From the coming to light of a power that he cannot control in the cell such as justice and that is now cynically balancing the power. From the weight of sins, often ridiculous in the drama of the acts committed by people associated with his power.
Paradoxically, it is not the big corrupt government in this country. At least half of his ministers don't even have the minister's portfolio in their pocket and can only command the assistants and the printer in their offices or the driver in the car. Only six or seven of their colleagues at the top and their most senior subordinates below them, have "something" in their hands that they can wash their hands of. Together with them are the local authorities, the mayors of important municipalities, who give voice and image to the belief that when wolves are talked about all day long, the jackals throw the dance of destruction day and night.
The long line of directors of Veliaj, those who will be added from the list of Balluk and others around, is only the visible symptom of a disease of the system. This multiple tumor has been created mainly due to the superimposition of the banal politics of the day, the fight for every hair of Chelov's beard on the screens on the real problems of the country, the shift of attention only to the maladies of the opposition and the creation of the conviction that it is never to become an alternative for power and above all, due to the gradual creation of a caste of "technicians" who manage money, but who have no political connection to the party that recruited them, no connection to public recognition and very often, no self merit apart from knife in the belt syndrome at the feast of power.
As a result, random up there where they have risen, these little prime ministers of the Republic of Directors, have entered the path of the wicked with charts in the sky, measuring themselves with the box of the new zenzi. That kind of vulgar man who drinks expensive wine but doesn't know it, who smokes cigars not because they are fans of tobacco, but because cigars are in fashion, who call it their own status even the lovers they share and who, above all, use it the sea of yogurt that has fallen into your hand, as cream for your own back.
This breed of slobs who have never been slobs, who regardless of where they work, choose to be neighbors with each other in luxurious residences in Tirana, in the south of the country or abroad, must understand that they have a gloomy horoscope and will be again neighbors with each other in the cell. In a country like Albania that never forgets revenge, God counts the tears of the poor twice: once when they cry for poverty as a lot, and always when they feel robbed and forced to be spectators of the vanity of disgusting scumbags.
But justice is dealt with all of them. Unlike them, for Rama himself, Balluk or Veliaj, only the doubts of a prosecutor or the decision of a judge are not enough. For them, the Albanians judge, all those whose names are on the voting list and who once in 4 years become their superior judges. Rama still has his self-portrait in his hand for the day when he will be placed before three million judges with votes. Alone or together with the aesthetic disgust caused by news of apples, pears, figs, tangerines, wet cherries or strawberries that his subordinates eat behind his back, this is his decision. He probably feels that the breed of sobs, anonymous and arrogant, are nevertheless capable of giving him his fourth rebirth at the funeral. For Edi Rama, they are not like the small stones that Veliaj's gall had produced, but they are the weight of dirty stones, crooked wood and ignorant hunchbacks, which threaten his very moral and political power over Albania.
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