Thank you Aleksa Bečić for your understanding, because these days it is not easy to be a Montenegrin voter. You have to be patient while the mandate is elected like the Pope, and white smoke has not appeared from the Assembly for weeks. And when there is no smoke, the fires of discord spread, from which voters get anxiety attacks and parliamentary majorities melt like the credit rating of Montenegro. In vain, the winners promise to reset the relationship, when at every meeting they fail more and more. Aleksa gives up the chair in vain, when the representative is elected as if in a rigged competition for a state job. And since even voters' nerves are frayed and the presidential clock is ticking, perhaps it is easiest to listen to Đeka, Đurović and Konatar and let Dritan drive the government for another round.
Someone will say that he cannot be trusted because, like a political Casanova, he easily changes coalition partners. They will also notice that he is a populist and addicted to the media, for whom the government looks like a well-choreographed orchestra. That he forgot about one tear of two mothers and those days when Mickey and Jakov were like brothers to him. But before they throw another stone at him, maybe the winners should turn the other cheek and preserve the people's victory.
Because after all, Dritan is a politician who does not settle identity issues, but seizes cigarettes more often than the communal police. Kadar flirts around Bokeška and after two glasses of wine turns Vučić into Dačić. Patient enough to provide every tourist with a picture with the prime minister, while waiting for him to finally take a picture with Biden and Xi Jinping. Able to sign the basic contract after the first roosters and be the only bachelor to whom Joko recognizes the state office.
That is why he should be given another chance, even though malicious analysts say that not all saints will form the new government. You shouldn't pay attention to the professor's Twitter curses and transcripts in which pops buy guns and the mythical being Brother Abaz guards smugglers and dealers. In vain, they play back the speeches of Momo Koprivica and look for hidden messages in which the Democrats will support Ibrahimović and other non-party figures. All you have to do is suggest Dritan and freedom will shine again like that winning bottle in Professor Zdravko's hand.
Afterwards, all other functions will be shared easily.
The government will work according to Professor Branko's 707 measures, and expensive viruses will not be the only investment in Montenegro. Former ministers, smiling like Verica Maraš, will go on forced vacations, and Medo will finally turn on the sprinklers. Half of the country will again be tormented by insomnia for fear of knocking on their door, but with a police warrant instead of Dyk's rose. The cigar media will disappear and only fanzines will be read, so government officials will without fear drink champagne in a booth and like starlets. When Lekić takes over diplomacy and Andrija the police, the European Union will finally be as close as an economic crisis.
But if the winners break their promise to the faithful people, it is best to take those signatures to the president and ask for early elections. Because we no longer have time for concentration governments or two-thirds majorities that Putin and Zelensky seem to be negotiating. The polar winter is coming, which does not ask for electoral reforms, but wood that already costs as much as a summer vacation in Splendid. Milk from Serbia is not given across the border as it used to be to Matija Bećković, and the heifers are widely distributed on a national basis. Government servers await a forty-day memorial service, while the Health Fund dies like Đekna. Only the line referee of the second Montenegrin league has not yet run for the Constitutional Court, because none of them has yet pleased the deputies.
That is why it is better to end this two-year soap opera with experts and minority governments, so that we write the script for new seasons at the polls.
And when the campaign starts, I ask the former winners not to look after us like in these two years. Feel free to reach for the pegs, as you know how, and do not regret the harsh party announcement. Play stories about Petrovići and historical victories, but fight like on the Farm and push each other under the census. Promise the German standard and the bitcoin revolution, until even the abstainers get excited by the rustling of invisible pairs. Don't worry about media pluralism and electoral reforms, but, as before, multiply dirty portals and collect safe votes by depth. Feel free to threaten smugglers in front of the cameras and keep filling the black party funds. And if after the election you settle down and form a Beran majority government, leave a place for Dritan.
When it's not up to him to be prime minister again, he could at least be a presidential candidate.
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