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Shkruar nga PamfletiIn Rama's Albania, justice has aesthetic standards: wood is banned with criminal investigation, while concrete on public land is decorated as a government vision. When the law becomes decoration, the state turns into a farce...
In the republic of Bablok, justice is no longer a separate power. It is a tool with two mugs: one to boil enemies and one to serve afternoon tea to friends and lovers of the party.
When Shkodra prosecutor Elsa Gjeli dares to dismiss an absurd case about a wooden kiosk in Theth, where the land is private and the building does not have a single concrete brick, for Rama this is a national scandal. The order goes straight: Investigation! Punishment! Discredit!
But, when Olta Xhaçka and Artan Gaçi build a luxury resort with "strategic" status on 10 thousand square meters of land, partly state-owned, for Rama this is... patriotic tourism! The judge who turns the file over to the investigation, Flora Hajredinaj, becomes the object of attacks from the zombie media that do nothing but lick the shoes of the government. And while SPAK behaves as a notary of government interests, Rama is silent. He is silent with the elegance of an artist who has given the order for the montage: here we wait, there we strike.
If in Theth the wooden kiosk was called a “criminal case”, while the concrete resort in Himara was called “lack of evidence”, then justice in this country should be equipped with a color catalog. Criminal cases will be classified according to political tone: if you are with the party, the concrete is a decorative tree; if you are outside the clan, even a wooden door becomes a weapon of mass destruction.
But how does this justice work with new standards?
Simply put: Prosecutors who remain silent on government matters are promoted, those who dare to enforce the law, like Elsa Gjeli, are declared enemies of the state and lynched in public. Judges who uncover corruption face "appellate decisions", supported by the "chance" of a justice system that has lost its compass and finds it only with the order of the boss.
This is Edi Rama's justice: an institution that gracefully bows when the Olta and Gaçët pass by, and raises its fists when a voice emerges that does not read from the official propaganda notebook.
A system where SPAK declares innocent those who have signed over public lands, but invents crimes for a wooden structure in a remote village.
In this country, justice is no longer blind. It sees very well, but only what it is told. And it does not listen to the voice of the law, it only listens to the voice of the prime minister.
This is no longer democracy. It is a tragicomic performance, where Rama is director, actor, screenwriter and self-critic. The others? Tools on the stage of a state that has decided to mock every principle that once kept the republic alive. And justice? It has become a show with free tickets for friends and public torture for enemies./ Pamphlet
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