The recomposition of Edi Rama's anti-Americanism seems to me to fade in the halo of power around the light of the Trumpist days...
Yuri Kim, somewhere 2000 years before Jesus Christ, had written about Surrel's King Medus, some novels to read to the American FBI and DEA, as paradoxical wonders of the digital world.
You will all be surprised what thief and criminal we kept at the head of the country for 12 years.
Everything he touched with his hands and eyes, he turned into wealth.
It was not the time of gold, because the gold, the State Treasury, had been stolen by Ilir Meta, another King who also died poor.
SPAK, an alchemical structure of Sorosian science, had no obligation to change men into women and women into men, but Clinton clan opponents and outspoken thieves in jail numbers.
Even President Donald Trump, rose like a monster in the flames of winding passions, over the deformation of dark ideological studios, so much that he distorted the principles and bullets of selfishness of the mythology of Edi Rama, the legendary figure of the modernization of the diplomatic mafia.
Kim, the diplomat, was a coward of the bullets of global politics.
He traveled somewhat far from Charles McGonagall, surrounded by millionaire patrons, and now recently, he has created enough distance even with Edi Rama, with his eyes on the guiding stars that are scorching all the still murky shenanigans of the railway that begins construction on January 20.
Every courage, today feels troubled.
The saga of Alex Soros, it will be impossible to cross the Rainbow, to reopen the golden door of harmony and diversity and hide the masks of dark efforts through the colors of hope.
The recomposition of Edi Rama's anti-Americanism seems to me to fade in the halo of power around the light of the Trumpist days.
They worked, we endured.
Whatever they did, they made everything rich, we are leaving behind the era of Yuri Kim and Surrel's King Medus.
Even the loud video, where Edi Rama threw away the American Flag like a rag, we see as a tragedy unfolding among the rocks of the Balkans, where the snake still moves stealthily, to poison the minds of anyone who dares to listen.
Reality is in front of the mirror.
Nobody is being lied to, projects are not being cheated, anti-Americanism is not being recomposed.
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