Puppet

I don't know what it's called... It's not blindness, although in a metaphorical sense that very word could be used quite accurately. It's a kind of neurotic denial. Self-cancellation of the rational, then everything is easier... Then you can do as you want. Then we watch the marionette theater.

It has been a long time since one text showed all the misery, media and national hysteria in the Balkans like the Resolution on Srebrenica adopted in the Montenegrin parliament. The feverish need to insert into the text something that not only does not exist there, but is completely the opposite of what exists there, prepared us a small crusade of Vučić and other Serbian leaders, their media, but also their Montenegrin puppets who have readily joined the political and media (and logical, too) dishonor we are witnessing these days.

It seems that some people are not easy to manage with a complex sentence like the Krystal knuckle. Grammar obliges much more than cookery. But it is unlikely that a puppet can understand this. Marionettes are not moved by one's own thought, but by someone else's fingers...

The phenomenon of refusal to understand the elementary meaning of a word, that is, of what is said, is always interesting in many ways.

The explanation is perhaps, or at least partly in the psychology of the jerseys? Here, when people put on a jersey (choose a team), they often immediately suspend their brains, because they obviously consider the feeling of belonging to be the most authentic possible human condition and experience.

An Italian priest came to Iceland at the end of the XNUMXth century. The hospitable family of Icelanders welcomed him nicely, respected and looked after him, but he noticed that the host's eyes were constantly going to his back, that he was constantly staring at something behind him. After a few days, he asked the friendly host what the reason was, and the host told him honestly, somewhat disappointedly: Well, you don't have a tail. The amazed priest smiled in confusion, and the host explained to him that the local pastor always explained that you can easily recognize a Catholic by having a tail. However, it was enough for him to meet one Catholic (who, admittedly, at that time were as present in Iceland as unicorns) to realize that this was not the case. Experience is a miracle, the old empiricists from Podgorica would say.

In the case of the Montenegrin Resolution on Srebrenica, that does not work either. To simplify the experience: how can someone read the statement "Serbian people are not genocidal" as an assertion that the Serbian people are genocidal? It's not a naive question at all.

Can one of the current tribunes Lie to his own child ask - why do you say that something is written there that is not. Are there more golden and smart, literate children? What then? Literacy rests on a fixed system of signs. It's not a matter of my or your mood, inspiration or any other unreliable nonsense. That is why the Resolution is treated exclusively with labels ("anti-Serbian" and the like).

He who believes in all this compromises reality as such and can then be an ideal subject of every Power. However, the fate of marionettes is to always hang by a thread...

And after all that, you can open the days of multiculturalism and interfaith harmony with the "Srebrenica Wire Knife" march... and nothing will be unusual for anyone. When can Ljotić for Victory Day...

The trouble is when the media looks like the Icelandic pastor from the story a while ago.

And how they don't get bored anymore. If nothing else, the price they pay in Serbia for refusing to look at Montenegro rationally, without burdens and inherited traumas, is that every day they have to see characters like Raković (unreached format of discursive nastiness), Dačić or Vulin on the screens and on the pages of tabloids. And Palma will surely say something. When they are the authorities for Montenegro, then I guess it is not surprising that things look the way they do.

At least they know how to recognize a Montenegrin. Simple! He must be hiding his tail...