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Something was rotten for me, especially when Mandić and Dačić held out their wicked sweaty arms in front of the cameras. Still, their smiles are so cheap, the production so poor, that I don't worry much
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Andrija Mandić, Ivivca Dačić, Photo: New Serbian Democracy
Andrija Mandić, Ivivca Dačić, Photo: New Serbian Democracy
Disclaimer: The translations are mostly done through AI translator and might not be 100% accurate.
Ažurirano: 26.08.2018. 06:40h

For everyone who rightly wonders if Montenegro is the target of the intelligence thunderbolts of the big world, if Montenegro is threatened with a serious pitchfork since it is too much for us to be so many nits again after the nineties combined with happiness and not slaughter ourselves like people, there is a way to accurately to determine the importance of Montenegro in the current geopolitical situation. Money trail.

Wherever you see a little more money, know that there is something going on. If the orchestrated whining for an endangered Serbian state remains only that, then it is necessary to join it and defend to the last drop of blood the democratic right of the people of Pljevlja to have Kralja Petra Street, for example. Nevertheless, if the sepsis of nationalism and "tension" is pumped into the Montenegrin immunodepressive media space, symptomatically again and on several levels, of which fake news is one of the main tools of the so-called hybrid war, then it is entirely possible that what happened to America, will also follow. to a small town called Montenegro, a serious meddling of the chess superpower that is Russia.

This is where things get tricky, because the people of Pljevlja probably have a majority that their street is called Kralja Petra, but also their democratic supremacy can be candy for a good spin doctor or some kind of underground bot team like from Homeland who raise the case to intolerance, establish fake FB accounts with some kind of Albanian uprising in 1968, when the JNA allegedly saved Ulcinj from a rebellion under the leadership of a friar from Malaysia with a landing, and so on. That's why it's really hard to be clean and people mostly shoot, raise their hands and, according to the old Montenegrin habit, choose extremes. I don't give a fuck about the streets, Serbs, Montenegrins, all that was invented anyway so that the hungry would have something to think about. Which is true. But the other extreme is also true, that the Reds like to scribble around the white world with their long fingers, just like the Americans, like all the so-called super powers.

And where is Montenegro? She is in politics, the above are the dilemmas of the political point of view, two parallels that must be managed conscientiously and cautiously. Montenegro has less and less educated and gifted people within its borders, Montenegro is without a vision of development, economically depressed and as such an easy target for bigger powers, and it achieved all this before Marko Milačić passed the census. However, no kidding, Montenegro is above all an easy target for itself.

We'll see how long this crazy luck keeps this space in an apparent third-world limbo of supposed peace, because the war may be alleged, maybe it's already happening, they just haven't convinced you, take it easy, all options are in play, when you're in a deleted space, bare head and bottom, covered only by a flag.

That is why the daily pumping through portals, tabloids and social networks, emphasized speech of national hatred, stories about "torture" and the pogrom of the Serbian people, the counting of Serbian victims on the coast and the famous "Vidak case" under the watchful eye of no less than Ivica Dačić, an old security guard of Serbia, has its role to raise the pressure.

Something definitely went wrong, but I don't know what. The same Andrija Mandić, a few years ago, crammed into the furniture of the tycoon television station Atlas, is announced in front of those reverend women as the Montenegrin Richard Gere and drives a motorbike flamboyantly through Podgorica, only to suddenly become a militant and sworn under the military tent of the village of Zaostro, kissing the voivodeship's charter and defending the fatherland.

Something is rotten for me, especially when Mandić and Dacić hold out their bloody sweaty hands in front of the cameras, but their smiles are so cheap, the production so poor, that I don't care much, except for the good of the Serbian race that these two try to present as their job . In any case, there is no other factor from the beginning of the story, there is no trace of money, everything is somehow third-rate and sloppy, while we wait for a hot political autumn.

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