Last week, on the occasion of the anniversary of the murder of Ivan Stambolic, an interesting discussion developed on several Facebook profiles. What would the Balkans look like today if he had won the Eighth Session...
Is this topic important for us in Montenegro after twenty years? More important are these miseries we live in, from which we don't know how to get out - asked one of the participants, otherwise an oppositionist...
Yes, it is very important, because we live in these miseries precisely because of the nineties, I answered. And I tried to explain how we are unable to get out of those miseries precisely because two-thirds of Montenegro stubbornly refuse to hear the truth about that time.
Are they bored with the story of the nineties? It can be, but he is dying of boredom. Literally, because this type of health care was founded right then. And education. And justice. And the small economy on the street. And a big one, with loads of cocaine in the lower deck. And...
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And the most lasting and dangerous consequence of the nineties, a serious infectious disease whose name I do not know. I only see appearances, such as hatred, simpletons, lies, insults, pranks, curses... Without a name or identification, exclusively anonymously, the victim is shot with a word. Just as brave and heroic as the bullets in the latter war.
Easily transmitted, the disease reaches such epidemic proportions that it is almost unstoppable. The carriers cannot be subjected to therapy, their name or address is not known, they do not show their faces so that someone could identify them. Addressing the institutions of the system does not help either, they are even sicker than those they are supposed to treat.
The disease is caused by a virus, artificially produced in a media laboratory. It may be that its creators had good intentions, that the voice of those denied the opportunity to speak to the public should be heard. Perhaps in orderly societies, which adhere to decency and humanity, this has proven useful...
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With us, however, extracts of human nothingness surfaced. Hatred of everything different and fear of the unknown that eventually turns into it. Primitivism of a different kind and survival over those who cannot defend themselves. Healing collective frustrations with collective anger and aggression. Sometimes, just revenge on others for your own failed life...
Lest it turn out that I, too, have been affected by the collective AMNesia, even before the AB coup and the war for peace, there was no place in every house and in every individual for what Josip Broz promoted as brotherhood and unity. But any public violation of it was severely sanctioned. And it worked...
Surely even at that time there were those who thought that all Albanians were terrorists. And then someone wanted to call the Serbs in front of the temples cattle. A neighbor whom she suspects is gay, some rascal would try to beat her with a mallet. But - none of that was allowed. Nor should it have been encouraged...
Honestly, I didn't have a good word for Broz's regime until the end of the XNUMXs when freedom came. The freedom to sing in the street "Muslim black crows, your days have come black", "Freemen, send salads, there will be meat, we will slaughter the Croats", "Shiptari - out, we will kill Vlasi", "Slovenes are the grooms of Vienna"...
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The introduction to this phenomenon and the birthplace of today's anonymous "commentators" on social networks seemed quite harmless.
The first example is from '87, if I remember correctly. The future winner of the Eighth and all other sessions until the end of the third Balkan war, decided to silence the few voices of reason in SAN in a timely manner.
Belgrade Politika published a pamphlet by an anonymous author in the form of a humorous piece.
It was clear from the title "Vojko and Savle" that it was about the Spanish fighter, general and diplomat Gojko Nikoliš and the founder of "Vinča", world-renowned nuclear physicist Pavlo Savić.
It was an unprecedented scandal, today it seems incredible that a text in which, apart from the association of working for a foreign service and sympathy for money and power, there is not a single word that could be called an insult today was met with mass condemnation.
Thus, the way was opened for the famous Echoes and Reactions. First they served to slander the opponents of desirable domicile nationalism, and later as terrible war propaganda.
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In order not to fall behind the fraternal role model, Pobjeda introduced Tribune. He wrote what he wanted, and what journalists and editors wanted the most, not only hers, in accordance with the rules of the Service.
One of the most disgusting letters from "readers" was dedicated to the "baptism" of the son of LSCG leader Slavko Perović. Little Mojaš was "baptized in the Catholic church in Kotor as a sign of support for the Ustasha". The ceremony was logically "performed" by Don Branko Sbutega. The "information" ends, of course, with the most terrible insults against both of them and everyone "present"... It was terrible how wide the resonance of that text was. It's even scarier that Mojaš Perović wasn't even born at that time!
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It was the beginning of the introduction of "readers" into the media, but also into the war. Now, in this relative peace, we read the findings of several hundred people suffering from hatred every day.
To wallow together in living mud - I have no intention. If someone really wants to hang out - they can, under conditions that apply to me as well. Public name, surname and photo, plus phone number and address known to the editorial staff...
Why? Because the one who is ready to virtually say that "a third of Albanians should be evicted, a third baptized, and a third slaughtered" is ready to slaughter them in real life, with the guarantee of anonymity... Because the one who anonymously accuses LGBTQ people of "spreading pedophilia, zoophilia and necrophilia", sometimes giving himself the right to judge them summarily, with the guarantee of anonymity. Even if he knows very well that the right to love is one thing, and pedo-zoo-necro-crime is something completely different.
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Finally, just one more reason, which was the reason for this column. I don't want to be part of the "commentator's" den because of Pero Komnenić, a hero about whom I heard stories even in my childhood.
Because the one who, not for the first time, wrote anonymously that "the News should investigate whose grandfather put and tortured the naked islanders in Peter's hole" will someday be ready to abuse all those in some local Peter's hole, under a mask, to death whose public speech he does not like.
Because Peter's hole is named after one of the most famous victims from Goli otok. So indomitable that special methods were invented for torture and a special space was built. A camp in a camp, with a three-meter wall, so that you can't see that horror...
That Petar Komnenić was a professor, a rebel and a member of the KPJ since 1919, an interwar illegal and a prisoner, post-war vice-president of the Government and president of the Assembly. He died in 1957 as a result of real atrocities, and in 2019 even these kobayagi virtual beasts don't give him peace... Just because they don't like his grandson's views...
Did I already say, the disease is serious, contagious, without a cure... Until all the media break and take over mine...
PS As it started in all fields, Montenegro will eventually end up in a hole. Not Peter's, but this Depees's. Because of whose survival in power, all crimes remain unpunished, not only virtual ones. What is just a coincidence of circumstances separating them from becoming - real...
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