DPS stopped being just a party a long time ago, it is a view of the world, a philosophy that grips a person, and it happens to everyone that at some point in their life they turn out to be a DPS member.
But what is it? What makes a person a DPS member when he is a sympathizer of Dobril Dedeić, for example. What is it that remains when you boil dpsovac, that bit of powder at the bottom of the retort that the scientist shakes and understands.
There is one thread in every dpsovac that can be called lying, but that is not enough, because the other parties also lie. There is something deeper in dps than a lie, especially when it shuts up and emits a prpa. Now, let's say, in this affair, what is shaking around, how it is only content silence, what kind of DPS om with which they defend themselves from the evil nafaka.
The passivity of the members requires aggressive punishment from the top, that is the essence of the sado-maso structure called dps. But, I repeat, it is also a feature of some whippersnappers, river crabs, not only people, entire societies and tribes lived according to similar principles for hundreds of years. DPS only helped to embody the given state of mind in a new guise, and to find a contemporary political function for unsavory silence.
This is the abstention of the dps councilors on the vote on the cutting of cypress trees in Bar, for example. It's an effort to calm things down, a completely predatory maneuver. There is no way to piss a man off more than to be reserved about a parking lot in the city center. Well, it's not a nuclear warhead, but a schoolyard with a mere ambition to live. Kill him with dignity, vote against him, because he deserves so much.
But no, dpsovci refrain, they are the ones who let the water down the drain, petty plotters from the local bar who have failed to build a kindergarten for decades. So when they finally came from Podgorica to make it for them, let's slaughter it, but since all the oxen are busy at the moment, let's cut down the forest.
Real dps is only possible in micro environments and living mud. Podgorica dps is Las Vegas for Bar, Nikšić and other degenerate party structures that are commanded like poodles. That's why the people in the bar are wise, because you have to be wise to survive in such humiliation. Such people make compromises in terms of condolences and praises, appoint poets and museum directors, register gas stations as snajkas, calibrate the opposition from their ranks so that everything in the village is fun, until the Bar Chronicle, when we will show up with a hat and pretend to be culture.
Even the opposition did not defend the cypress trees when they should have, but they too kept silent, raised their hands as usual, sometimes from the other side, but actually on the same task. To prolong the quiet washed-out ruin of the town turned into a betting shop, cafe and municipality. And nothing more. With a dead bow and cut trees. This is the method of boa constrictor and pulling the normal into the bunker. So that the Dpsov citizens, former Chetniks, bought masters, daddy's daughters wash up and take their lousy places. Yes, a dpsovac, sorry snpeovac, Vasilije Lalošević whines about the "cypress revolution" as if he were talking about the history of Teba, and not about something he is obliged to defend with his ass if necessary.
They say that there are factions and currents in dps. Completely irrelevant. Dps is an organic structure and basic cell of society. Political quality is required for factions. Within dps there are only generations and drive. At least two or three generations, including biological heirs. I'm sorry if this sounds sick, but a society in which party fetish is betrayed for the state is sick. That's why I have to delve into the phenomenon, to say frankly, whether I find the illiterate operative and field hack, or the son of the party, the mayor of the city, smooth as if he had flown off a wedding cake, more disgusting.
Between those two dps measures, I choose the first one, I always prefer Migo Stijepović than Dušan Raičević, the head of Bar and a Rotarian, touchingly devoted to his eyebrows and his biography, so much so that he says that he earned a Luča B in the Gymnasium in Bar. Imagine a biography that he doesn't get embarrassed there either, but goes further to Elementary School Mexico where, by the way, he also earned a prize! How long does that dps obtuseness and self-indulgence go, those fine manners of county dignitaries, restrained butchers of trees in front of their own schools.
And that's why I'm always for Migo and the old gang, always for the old peasant, never for those educated at the Rochester Institute of Technology, admittedly, the Dubrovnik branch. Dušan Raičević learned to be a manager there, in a building on the edge of the Gradac park where there are exactly 122 cypress trees, I checked, because for some reason Croats count trees as wealth.
There are no more cypress trees at the Gymnasium in Bar. Fuck it. All she has left are her secretions.
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