MISS THE FIRST
Petar Porobić. Former coach of the water polo national team of Montenegro. The man who brought our country the first and only European gold. He leaves. Fast and without fanfare. They found a replacement for him in half a day. Years and years of work, success and results fall into the water when someone decides to slam his fist on the table and say - Enough is enough! Fast and efficient.
I don't know that man. I have never met him or spoken to him. In fact, I didn't even have a chance, even if I wanted to, from the crowd of politicians and those who ran to shake hands and take pictures with him. I only know about him as much as I read in the newspaper and watched his results on television. However, his problem, and the problem of many other successful people, is that they work and live in a country where good results last as long as the authorities need them as fuel for their infernal machinery. After that there is an intermezzo and a new episode. Enthusiasm, half-throning, painting, rhetorical race to build a swimming pool and everything else that politicians want to scratch for glory - lasts just as long as they need. Everything has its use value - they learned that lesson and stick to it.
But I guess the people who run this sport are now relieved. They chased away the man who brought us the European gold, a whole series of good results. We should not ignore the fact that in Montenegro everything is below gold - a sheer failure because, aman, we are God-given for everything. And if you do win gold, politicians and those close to them try to blacken it for you. To turn him into stone. Or, even better, into the ground so that it falls like dust. It was as if he had never been there. Who knows, maybe the tried-and-tested recipe of erasing tapes in RTCG will be started, in order to refresh and paint over history, so in a few years Porobić's figure by the pool will magically disappear from the footage from the TV archive. Just like in the cases of politicians who solved their stained history in that way. But this is European gold. But we are the same for stained history and for gold. With the difference that tarnished history carries a multitude of collateral human victims and a steep decline in social values, while tarnished gold, apart from the sacrifice of one, albeit golden, man, carries a bitter taste to those who work. And they are worth it. That's why we're where we are and that's why we'll be where we are as long as that's the case. And the way things look now, there will be more. Because once you lose the compass called - the value system, then you need a lot to get back on the right course. But as long as there are politicians who are cramming where they don't belong, while there are "socially responsible companies" that first charge (read: steal) money from citizens for their own incompetence and stupidity, and then wave with humanitarian and sports activities and investments, there is no way forward. There is none. And it can't. Maybe someone thought that this, as the only invention of ours, could pass, but they can't. Fortunately, it took them a little time to get the hang of it and apply tried-and-tested recipes, so the gold came.
MISS THE SECOND
If you are a citizen of Montenegro with the right to vote and you voted in the last election, which idea and which party did you vote for? If you voted for a party that supports the Montenegrin language in Andrijevica, you actually voted for the Serbian language. If you voted for the "fight against corruption, crime and irresponsible government" in the same city, you voted for the government.
If you voted for the government in Ulcinj, you voted for the opposition. And if you voted for the mayor of Podgorica, then you also voted for parties whose leaders, killing time because they now have plenty of it, sing nationalist songs at celebrations. Relaxed with drinks. But if you voted for parties that inherit the Chetnik movement and voivodes as a political value, then you voted for European Podgorica.
If after all this you don't know who you voted for, follow the "electoral law" case. Well, that's where the real pumpkin is born. Circus. Who is there with whom and who wants what in this whole story is a real Spanish series. They will, they won't. It's your fault, it's my fault. You're going to Europe, I'm going to Europe. We citizens should only conclude from the whole story who is to blame for non-European integration. You just need to locate the "culprit" and by him as by washing. This is more important than some trivial European roads, because our politicians are not interested in them. They are actually interested, but in their irresponsible, if you will, immature way.
The political philandering of our political elite, with the goal you have in front of you, is incomprehensible. Incomprehensible. Irresponsible. Non-domestic. Dilettante.
Gluttonous parliamentarism to the bone. Three hundred grams of the election law for three hundred grams of the law on general education.
MISS THIRD
Over the hot Podgorica asphalt, sluggishly and with a metallic echo, it happened - an ordinary, yellow excavator. He moved into Kino Kultura and like some wounded cyclops, waving slowly and gloomily, killed Kino to its foundations. After the dolls dressed in multicolored, expensive and shiny cloths moved into the cult bookstore Kultura and drove out the books and readers, now the yellow excavator has done it to the cinema. Our cinema. Podgorica.
For all generations of this city, the cinema was a cult place. We pushed in lines to see the latest world hit, begged Mesa to let us in even when all the tickets were sold out. It was one of the older buildings in this city, which cannot boast of magnificent buildings from past centuries. And while cinemas around the world are being slightly remodeled, to preserve their old glory and introduce new technology - here they are being torn down. Just like plane trees were felled, just like linden trees were cut down, just like... Do you remember the Belgrade digger Joe? He drove an excavator to the demonstrations that overthrew the undemocratic government in Serbia. The mayor is bringing excavators to us to extend his power. The more glass and concrete buildings, the more contracts, the more money and the more voters. It's been a long time since we made a living from movies and books.
That is not politically irresponsible and immature. It's more than that. Politically ill-mannered, arrogant, rude.
Mistakes never end. These are just three examples that boiled over during the August heat. Draw your own conclusions. To what boiling point who can stand it. Or the matter is left to the laws of nature - the water cycle in nature is ongoing.
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