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Markov's plowing... And other ploughmen.

When I saw the title of the text Mihailo Jovovic (a public lesson to the mayor of Nikšić, I'm afraid in vain) I wondered how many readers, especially the younger ones, would understand that a folk song, once represented in all reading books... "Oranje Marko Kraljević" is invoked here.

Marko Kraljević, the mythical hero of folk poetry, decides to plow the roads, that is, to turn public property into his own agricultural property. But, in fact, he is a mangup, as we know from numerous songs, and he is waiting for the Turks to start a fight with them. Because although in reality he was a Turkish vassal, in folk poetry he grew into a leading fighter against the Turks. From reversion to perversion. It would be interesting for an anthropological analysis, but more on that another time.

When they finally (in the song, of course) meet, the Turks warn him not to plow the roads, and he tells them not to trample the plowing... This could be called an ironic situation, no matter how foreign the irony is to the spirit of epic folk poetry. But, in addition to irony, there are also fights. And Marko loves a fight, he feels the best in that job.

(Why roads? And that would be interesting to figure out.)

Expression Plowing Kraljević Marko it remained as a sign of pointless work, i.e. - for undisguised provocation. In the most precise words - when someone "pretends to be crazy".

Like this plowman from Nikšić who showed that he does not understand not only the nature of the media, but also the spirit of the modern world...

Admittedly, the history of misunderstanding between local politicians and the media is long and significant.

In the era of communist rule, the relationship between politicians and the media was - idyllic. The journalists went to the committees for their opinion, to the great joy of their comrades from the committee. Something a little more liberal spirit was left for the so-called youth press, a kind of regime-approved valve.

The 1990s brought only a partial transformation of this relationship. We no longer went to committees, but to cabinets.

The mayor of Nikšić fits perfectly into such a tradition. (He is certainly a lover of tradition.) Journalists need to be disciplined, and colleagues from some kind of prosecution will help with that - like during that time.

In fact, the most incredible of all is that there are lawyers ready to support this Udba phantasm of the mayor of Nikšić, but above all an Orthodox and Serb Marko Kovačević - and to request a police interrogation of journalists.

Mr. Marko K is one of those who cannot hide his hatred, at every step. It does not mean, as is traditionally said, that hatred is stronger than him, but that he cannot do otherwise.

When you hate, in fact, it gives an apparent meaning to your existence. Like that one Sartre uncle Jacques whom he Rain invoked in an essay on nationalism, one who was a personality thanks to English tea…

And if there was no English tea, that is, Montenegro, what would Marko be? What would give meaning to his existence?

But when you publicize or comment on his nonsense, he says that you are doing it because he is Orthodox and Serbian. Is it possible?

Does Marko think that someone, if he is Orthodox and a Serb, must be exempt from any critical considerations? Or he is just changing the roles in the Montenegrin equation of unfreedom.

In the end, if you try to explain your own stupidity, that is, the worst part of you, in this way, you are not a friend to either the Orthodox or the Serbs.

If this were a serious society, after such nonsense, Marko would have to retire from politics. It's just not for the job. Maybe you'd make a great vintner or surveyor? Or wind up clocks in houses? A beach guard in the winter? Something would be found, surely. But he strayed into politics.

And only under your first and last name...