Every company has at least one retiree who regularly visits former colleagues, instead of playing with their grandchildren. He's the one who comes by when you're most busy, and keeps a bank in the middle of the office. With the interest of a police inspector, he asks about the goings-on in the company and remembers the old days out loud. When giants walked the halls and offices, whose shadows older employees still fear today. Strict but fair visionaries who have equally successfully steered entire companies and small offices. Not without nostalgia, the retiree usually notices that their successors are not even up to their standards, so he shares advice on how to bring the company to a greener future. That everything flourished like in his time.
Although situated and in full force, the retired president of Montenegro is not much different from such pensioners. He appears like a genie from a lamp and expresses his position, just when they start to forget him and in offices where the calendar from 1998 still hangs. Since he can no longer fulfill his wishes, he usually laments the fate of the state. He remembers his former voters in a break between skiing and sunbathing in fashionable resorts, and then stops by among the faithful people, national and civil minorities. To remind them of how life was in his time.
Like every father of the nation, this Montenegrin was not operated on out of concern for the state. He is sorry that state functions have been ruined and the security system is on the verge of disappearing. Now he is being framed by uncles and resurrected agents, and parties are fighting for seats like hungry wolves. And how much order was there yesterday. Police directors were not afraid of anyone but him, and ministers were elected to sell cans and forget about their guts. Police officers on secret missions received their salaries from the state and from clans, and every municipality that cared about itself had at least a Kavac or Skaljar outpost.
It is hard for the retired president that no one thinks about reforms, so that bride from Brussels looks less and less at Balkan suitors. And once upon a time, the European report was read carefully like a prenuptial agreement. Those were happy times, when all doubt was removed and best men and party comrades were a constitutional category. Agendas were adopted and reforms were promised, and the accession negotiations lasted like a fiddle festival. Prosecutors and judges were professionals who see the rifle at the bottom of the lake but do not notice the envelopes and Sky correspondence. The judiciary and the executive branch jumped together on the Constitution like Peppa and George on a puddle.
And when politics becomes clear, it is customary for statesmen, even retired ones, to touch on global events. Although our ex-president has not been to prayer breakfasts for a long time, he is concerned that Trump plans to hand over his native country to big capital. The West is going in the wrong direction, and businessmen will take over the institutions and then the American system of values and democracy. America will become a private state, far from being like our fake democracy. So the rich godfathers and friends will try to subjugate the institutions and the working class, while the Republicans will defend them like the party of socialists, the Montenegrin coast and mountains from the Russians.
When the retired president doesn't visit us often, he should be allowed to finish lamenting what's left behind. He probably feels obligated to his rich friends who haven't switched sides yet, so today other people's favorites are taking their jobs. There are more godfathers in prison than in retirement, and the clans now prefer other police officers. His political children, like rams on a log, are pushing with Andrija's army through the halls of parliament and threatening to finish what he has been dismantling for decades. While they wander around parliament, his heirs and friends are protesting where they don't belong, instead of peacefully spending their dubiously earned millions.
The country may be on the verge of collapse, but if it's any consolation, the retired president feels safe in it. Those Med's sprays didn't work, so today he can come out of retirement. Since prosecutors can't even summon him for an interview, "my good people" will call him to be their honorary president. To officially drop by their party and cheer up the nostalgic souls. To share advice and help political children get down to 10 percent. Since, as my friend who doesn't understand politics says, the new government hasn't succeeded.
Until then, he can emerge like a genie from a lamp as soon as some regional television station rubs him and enjoy his retirement. And he should thank the government of two-thirds brotherhood and unity for making that retirement possible for him.
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