Beneath various programs and political theories, Montenegrin society is ruled by an informal mechanism of carelessness, which is best seen in the moment when a pit bull rides your child in the park, and the boss throws after him: it won't!
That glorious it won't it should act as insurance and a voice of goodwill, but in fact it is an authoritarian imposition of attitude. While the pit bull scatters bales around your child, you are invited to approach the community from which the dog's owner comes as an emissary of a higher power. The key word of initiation is won't and the moment you agree to it, things become magically coherent.
God speaks to you on the way to Damascus and everything you were worried about until then has nothing to do with the real world. That the dog does not have a muzzle becomes irrelevant, because it won't, and when you turn around, you see that the other dogs don't have muzzles, either it won't. Your child's tears are a problem caused by excessive care. In fact, let's not lie, you are raising a little fag, turning him against nature and animals, instead of realizing that it won't and you walk in the park like a man.
What force controls this society, so it's normal for it to run amok in traffic, or for the prime minister to flatly refuse vaccination against an infectious disease? What gives someone from the police the sovereignty and strength to overcome the threat to the victim of violence? What kind of loose enthusiasm is this whole dysfunctional slaughterhouse of law and order ideas based on?
It is obvious that the underground workings of mentality raise people to the level of allowing themselves negligence. And not only do they allow it, but they prescribe it as a rule, putting themselves on the victim's pedestal. Because as that park guide shouts won't, the prime minister is also mildly offended when you mention the vaccine to him; and I believe that those who dismissed the threats to Sheila Bakija, who was killed ten days ago, have a logical thesis that they themselves are the victims of a higher power, a well-established system and customs.
They thought so it won't, so it's a miracle that it happened. And when miraculously things happen and are interpreted, then there is no blame. The prime minister can pounce on the communion spoon, the pit bull boss can look down on you, because you are a poisonous pizzazz and a nerd who doesn't understand the nature of real government in Montenegro.
And what is the force that governs society?
One would think that everything has to do with the new religious fashion in the government. But it's not quite like that. Just yesterday, the former prime minister was wearing a fetish of one hundred thousand euros on his hand. Now that same sajjija is the president of the country. Beneath everything flows and has always flowed the people's hope, which spoke it won't it all comes to a charge. The same hope arises today when the new prime minister it won't infect the driver, and the driver a diabetic neighbor, and send him to the god to whom the prime minister promised himself over a spoon.
You noticed that everyone mentioned in this story is male, except for the murdered girl. I don't plan to unmask the malice of Montenegrin society in one move, but I think that with calm souls we can begin its deconstruction if we first point the finger at the degenerate patriarchy, which no longer performs any function other than hindering development. Like pater familias who throughout history trampled pharaohs and thus tarnished their image earned in wars, today's peacetime husbands in office retain the halos of their ancestors and are pained by an essential grudge against what is written in the law. A completely subterranean principle of the stronger, inherited from the family, by which the first mustache is asked and remains beyond suspicion and blame, spreads like the rule of faultless male knowledge in the community. In the former government, that principle was strengthened by the mafia organization and the sheer force of street soldiers, so it pushed the country into crime, so that today it is embodied in the fanaticism of the beard cult, ready to devastate rationality, and instead of knowledge, science and law, it brings magic, ritual and custom.
The bearers of both processes are mostly men, sovereign in doing or not doing. Both processes are measurable, so just as you cannot hear a female leader speaking in front of a religious group, so you can see that there are only two women among the fifty CANU academics.
This is not a glorification of the feminine, nor a condemnation of the masculine; I am talking here about a family-tribal disorder that gave birth to a principle we will easily, it won't. If I think about the structure and where this carelessness originates in a society, then, in memory of the victim of the system Sheila Baki, I would look for it in that surplus of rights that men tacitly give themselves and mutually guarantee as an unwritten constitution, while they casually leave the country to the forces of aggression.
This aggression obviously leads to self-destruction, flows through the bloodstream of interest groups and establishes a culture of predation. Injustice, inequality and violence protected by patriarchy, silenced in the tribe, becomes the basis of political action.
And the chief executioner of this society.
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