Ignoramus

It's always funny when someone with metastasized fan psychology tries to pretend to be an expert.

Actually, the Montenegrin president did not expect that kind of question. He tried to be polite, but also typically Montenegrin "half-hearted", if possible neither there nor here. Hence, the Vučić media in Serbia present the matter in the rhetorical framework of "Knock-knock, Vučić destroyed Milatović, returned him to factory settings" and the like.

If the reader did not recognize, I am talking about Vučićeva linguistic ambush, when in Prague he asked the Montenegrin president what language he spoke, and then after Milatović called his language Serbian, but with the remark that "some people call that language something else", pointed out that it is actually Serbian. He knows.

Vučić's language lesson in Prague (one of the most important cities for the development of modern linguistics, especially Slavic studies) is first of all stupid, but also shameless.

Aside from his extensive expertise, from basketball to weapons and from Parisians to history... Where did he really get his knowledge of the language? Fan colleges usually skip that lesson or completely simplify it (Ours is the language in which we swear). At the duke's Seselja was able to learn a little about it, in spiritual agreement with Wool i Dačić even less, and I don't even believe that this one is omnipotent Parezanović some language expert.

One could say that he studied language school with that funny character who Novak Đoković propagates where it reaches (J. Deretić) believing from the proud heights of his elementary school that he is the smartest connoisseur of history (he says "our history") and everything related, and who explains in one of his performances that Alexander the Great and the Persians spoke in the Serbian language. On which one, of course. And that audience of his, led by the most successful tennis player of all time, but also the president of Serbia, has no need to ask a question about any proof of such a claim, a trace that would have to remain... It is enough that they like it, so that they believe in it. Fan consciousness, that's it. It is this space that led to the spiritual misery we see at every turn. Because the fan's consciousness spilled over to where it has no place.

Vučić emerges from such a spiritual atmosphere, he is the logical consequence and paradoxical cause of such a universe of stupidity.

So, how are things with our common, four-name language? This language was created in the area that today consists of four peoples who, quite justifiably (since it never got a name that would be acceptable to everyone), call it by their names: Serbian, Croatian, Bosnian, Montenegrin... And despite the size, none of the peoples no priority. It was not Serbian from which other languages ​​were then separated, but that language was created from impulses that came from its entire space.

Even for that kind of inferiority, Montenegrins have the least reason. Here's why. Vukova the reform is a key moment in the process of the creation of the modern variant of that language. That reform, as science has known for a long time, was based on the so-called Mladoherzegovinian speech, which is precisely the speech of Montenegrins and Montenegro, that is, the language of Vuk's family brought from their homeland.

In the end - both in Serbia and Croatia, pre-Vukov texts, with only rare exceptions, must be translated into the post-Vukov language, while only in Montenegrin literature, pre-Vukov texts (Peter the First, say) not only do not need to be translated, but are perfectly readable even today. Of course, this does not mean that the common language is basically Montenegrin, but it explains the complex genesis of our four-name language.

So Vučić's questioning in Prague only speaks of his ignorance. As big as his ambition. And that infantile, cheerleading, need to be the first in everything.

I'm only sorry (not for fan reasons, but for educational reasons) that the Montenegrin president didn't explain these things to him immediately. When the ignoramus has prepared herself for a real Prague lesson...