The prime minister has a certain problem: he does not distinguish between friends from the elite, ministers from the elite, voters from the elite, internet commentators from the elite, and journalists from the elite.
When, as the mayor of Kruševac, he awarded the Vidovdan plaque to Vučić three years ago, Bata Gašić said: "The greatest and best Serbs of all time lived in Kruševac." Then they were led by Prince Lazar, and today by Aleksandar Vučić" — explained Bratislav, and after that, logically, he became the Minister of Defense, since it was estimated that if someone can spot the reincarnation of Tsar Lazu among millions of Serbs, he can also distinguish a mortar from a Kalashnikov. , a tank from a bulldozer, tens from masons and atomic right from atomic left.
Now, it is not known exactly who was the Minister of Defense during the Kosovo battle, but Bratislav G. would have performed that function very well, if he was born in 1367 in Kruševac, and somewhere before leaving for Gazimestan, he awarded the Vidovdan plaque to Tsar Lazar, along with words: "The greatest and best Serbs of all time lived in Kruševac. Now they are led by Prince Lazar, and in 600, 700 years they will be led by Aleksandar Vučić. The man is the emperor!”
The only problem would arise due to Bata Gašić's unusual tenacity: he would surely have successfully survived the Kosovo battle, but he would have had a hard time surviving the Kosovo girl.
Imagine Bata walking in the Kosovo field during the after party, encountering that lady from Uroš Predić's picture who sings to the wounded in a kneeling position, and in order to spread the gloomy atmosphere among the convinced knights, he pulls a line from a rich collection of his own styles: "I love Kosovar girls who like this they kneel easily".
The course of history would have taken a completely different course if the Kosovar girl had brought Orlović Pavle's sword and beaten Bata Gašić from the groin to the throat, just as any smart woman in the modern world would have slapped Bata Gašić if he had told her that he adores women who easily kneel down.
If that day in Trstenik, Zlatija's colleague stood up and whistled at Bata with a microphone, everything would have been different: it would have proved that the authorities are threatened by journalists, who, well, are not afraid to slap a defense minister on the leg with a microphone.
The matter, however, got out of control, so now the prime minister enters the scene in the episode: "Boli me Bata".
It hurts Bata that he has to replace Bratislava, and it hurts Bata that journalists, man's worst friends, like some shamans hang around the government building every fortnight. And just as Bata likes female journalists who kneel down easily, the prime minister likes all journalistic hypocrites who easily lie down and pretend to be dead, so right now he is most annoyed by journalists who stand up easily.
And that's why he declared yesterday that he will not obey anyone, not even journalists, but is looking for a new adequate defense minister, who must be a greater expert in obeying him personally than Bata Gašić. Whom he emphasizes every time is his friend. Although every reasonable person would say to someone who compares him to Tsar Lazar, and his friend, in a friendly way: "Son, what a scumbag you are!"
The prime minister has a certain problem: he doesn't distinguish between friends from elites, ministers from elites, voters from elites, Internet commentators from elites, and journalists from elites. Even though that type of people, popular high schoolers, break-ins and children of primary school age.
Surrounded by that elite menagerie of a wide range, whose rise exceeds the boundaries of known galaxies, Prime Minister Vučić seems somehow lonely: when one day he discovers that the elite is only a temporary category, it will be too late for him.
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