It may not be popular these days, but I agree with Vasilije Č. and Mišo L. We should have sympathy for students, because the bare life of citizens is more important than the luxurious life of the chieftains. The street is a healing for the chieftains who become arrogant and get carried away with shearing the flock. It brings them down to earth and, as Mišo says, contributes to the democratic maturation of the next generation of decision-makers.
But Milan K. is right when he says that it is not right to support protests in the neighborhood, but to be outraged by these in your own backyard. Because both there and here, students and citizens are dotted with opposition. Some are looking for change and others for shortcuts to power, but everyone is walking around warning that the system is not working.
And it's been four years since Montenegro last seriously protested against a bad system. Most often because of religion and the flag, but also because of envelopes, privatized institutions and stolen elections. Even because of cypress trees, hydroelectric power plants and electricity bills. Every time the leaders thought that the voter would suffer what not even a stone could and that every social wound would heal when a flag was attached to it. And so on until Montenegro finally got a breath of fresh air, and voters were promised entry into a democratic paradise. In which there are no kings, clans, godfathers and tax collectors.
But instead of the gardens of the rule of law, Montenegrin voters are still languishing in a political purgatory where they collectively atone for the sins of the former government. It is not advisable for you to ask where we went wrong on August 30, because you can be accused of being a milonostalgic. You did not complain to him about the army of godfathers and party comrades, but now you see every nephew and daughter-in-law adopted in the depths. You were silent while the father of the nation privatized the state, but now you are building and not letting the new majority learn how to govern. And when they master the basics of governance, they will easily lead the state to righteousness.
We are expected to be patient until justice is served.
Let's watch Vesna change outfits at hearings like on a catwalk and not look for a master to remove rotten boards from the judiciary. Let's wait for the depressive from Belgrade's sentence to expire so that he can officially return to the foam of the sea and reconcile the people of Budva. We will follow where the retired father of the nation skis, while decorated prosecutors demand that first million from him as if it were the remains of Atlantis. The courts will tear up Sky's indictments like schoolchildren, and the clans will wait for the announced vacation.
While we languish in purgatory, state and local parliaments will entertain us with plays where the law of the loudest prevails. Where blockades are threatened and sympathizers are called in as soon as the majority thins. To defend the people's will by hook or by crook and crook and repeat the elections until the voters fall off their feet. The media will follow the leaders like fanzines, and their journalists will be freely beaten and mocked in front of their family members and cameras. The civil sector will continue to juggle and fear the prophecy of Mićo Đukanović in which Trump drains the swamp and grant-seekers look for work in the state manger.
There is little chance that a president who changes aggregate states will lead us out of purgatory. An iceberg and statesman with the support of 60 percent of voters, after the Podgorica elections he became a snowflake melting before our eyes. His former comrades forgave him for beating him, and he became Filip from Temu and a president for telegrams, conferences and holiday interviews. There is also less and less hope for the cricket prime minister who speaks in front of the cameras like a visionary, but in the back seat of an official car sings like a giddy high school senior. While he sings, Andrija thinks, and the octopus is reanimating and waiting for the opportunity to send us back to hell.
Since I want us to smell at least a little of the promised paradise, I would suggest that the leaders throw out the song and promotional videos and warm up a little. Since they are already incapable of organizing the country, they could start by choosing a municipality or ministry and start learning how to run the system. Instead of family and godfathers, they can put an experienced civil servant who has not yet run away to a private company or retired at their side. To teach them how to build institutions, and with them the state. They can also resign a few times, admit their mistakes and put someone more knowledgeable in the chair. Ready to roll up their sleeves instead of playing the role of a scapegoat and looking for a fifth column.
And they had better start learning as soon as possible, even though it may seem that the faithful people, national and civil minorities can remain silent for at least two or three more election cycles. They probably think that voters will avoid the streets every time they are shown that Milo's political children are among the demonstrators. That citizens will forever remain silent for fear of the fanzine's warm rabbit and that they will not demand resignations if the Prime Minister promises a government reconstruction. That voters will believe you as soon as you put on a uniform or dive into the baptismal font with a red letter.
Fortunately, even the faithful people do not forgive every political sin and know how to say enough. That's why Vasilije, Mišo and Co. could remember August 30th. Or look at the road to Belgrade.
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