Montenegro is tired

If I were to work in one of the Montenegrin megamarkets or boutiques, my thoughts would be with the prime minister these days. I would pray to the heavens to give him strength and determination as the capitalists again attack the working class. To be wise while respectable businessmen, like Jude, whisper to him that the plagues of corona are best treated on working Sundays. May the angels stand by his side, when he starts to protect the rights of workers as he defended the holy places last year. To protect them from experts raised on stock exchanges and white-world banks. From arrogant youth who do not know that even Montenegrin cashiers have the right to sleep until noon at least once a week.

If expert whispers and the tycoon's Golden Calf are shaking the hard faith of the Prime Minister, I would pray that at least the spiritual fathers would put the old professor back on the right path. To remember how God also rested on Sunday, after creating the world: so can mortal women who open their eyes for six days while serving shopaholics. That the clergy remind the prime minister that in the other world there is a price to be paid for taking away other people's rights, just as much as for the arrest of a priest.

I would pray that the prime minister listens to the clergy, as when he chose experts and directors of directorates. To eradicate avarice in the Government with their suggestions and protect the poor as a patron saint of trade workers.

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If I were a lover of Montenegrin wild beauty from tourist catalogs, I wouldn't have much hope in the Prime Minister and the Government, but I would trust in the ecological soul of Uraš. I would place my hopes in the ecological perseverance of young reformists, capable of defending salt pans, pastures and mountain rivers. And when the restless voter's conscience reminds me of the rotten compromises of the new government, I would trust in the anger of the holder of the Order of the Montenegrin Hand of Justice. I would believe that at least he will put an end to the sale of the coast and greedy ministers - just as he stopped the clans and big fish from the former government. Raising his voice for choosing less valuable rivers for hydroelectric power plants - when he has already slept through dubious appointments in the security sector.

If the deputy prime minister does remain silent, the last line of defense would be his party loyalists, who parade around the parliament with Ljeposava stickers and win Twitter battles. They will not keep quiet but tell the Prime Minister - The government will go if you continue to line up oil rigs on the sea foam!

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I would believe in the civil parties of the new government even if, God forbid, I was a citizen, raised on the achievements of Facebook anti-fascism and coffee in Bokeška. Convinced that the political youth will not allow the old prime minister to turn to the right with the Government. That the red tie will tighten the neck of nationalism - with the same force with which it occupies armchairs in depth.

Where young leaders do not arrive, the civil state will be defended by ambassadors in weekly visits to ministerial offices. To watch out for the lurking nationalist ministers and give the Government their homework. While diplomats with the civil sector and independent media keep the Government in fear, I would calmly wait for the summer on Ada and write civil statuses from the shore of Ribnica. He made fun of mimes and was horrified at fellow citizens who fight for flowers like the Russians at Stalingrad. And to anyone who mentions clericalism and the Constitution to me - I would say that he is a sleeper, a spy and a DPS member.

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And I wouldn't be able to sleep if I were an independent party member or a newly-minted Comita, but I would spend all night looking for the mistakes of the new government. I would look for the hidden plans of the Serbian world in every agenda, appointment and law. Cursed the neighbors and party comrades who fell in front of Vučić for vaccines and gift vouchers like the citizens of Belgrade in the shopping center. I would defend the dawn of May with Podlovčen flags and raise two fingers from the motorcade once a week. I would wait for the father of the nation to fight cohabitation and defend the country from mandics, leposavićs and some crabs. To preserve independence and multi-ethnic harmony with godfathers and party comrades - just as they defended factories and the coast from suspicious investors and stopped Chinese bankers while conquering Montenegro by highway. Together with the minorities, with the Srebrenica flower on your lapel, you lead the way for Montenegro, where you only mention corruption and war crimes when you become an opposition member.

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But since I am only a mortal and an ordinary voter, I can only trust in the Constitution and the institutions of the system. To think that the Prime Minister still remembers the sweet promises after the post-election refreshment. Dedicated to workers' rights as much as to the afterlife. That he is a professor and believer who cares for environmentalists and honest intelligence as much as for the blessed people. Who believes that the homeland is not only defended by moving hills, but also by a fast river and fish in clear sea water. The Constitution is the place of holy books and equal citizens who grow in freedom.