The day after the Parliament...
You invite investors to invest in your country, and at the same time you send them a message that in the next 4 years you will work to make it fall apart.
You invent enemies paid from Washington, and in the same Washington you are begging the International Monetary Council on your knees to approve another loan that you will pay back in blood to the grandchildren of the people you have been "protecting" for years.
Certainly not your grandchildren, you took care of that, that's all you care about.
You are begging for loans that should maintain the semblance of regularity and functioning of the system, and you are sending a message to those from whom you are asking that you are working to ensure that the state, which is the guarantor of those loans, disappears.
And then, for years now, no one has come to you, bum investors that no serious country wants, and who are so frivolous, in agreement with you, every now and then they take the lump that you swear by for hundreds of millions of marks and disappear, like in cheap cowboy comics.
They don't even appear on your chest, and they get millions of lawsuits before international courts for unrealized projects where you took pictures and hammered shovels on imaginary cornerstones.
No one comes here with their money anymore. Only sweet-talking charlatans come, who leave with this little of ours.
And when you're left alone, when the local millionaires you've made leave your luxurious table after another arranged floor, your on-duty pats on the shoulder, you become aware that only one unpaid salary, which you give to those who give you votes just for that, separates you from the moment when hunger will get its teeth, until the moment when the system you made yourself will eat you.
...because, history remembers different moments and events, but only one similarity, disposing of someone else's pain was never a small joke.
(6yka.com)
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