It all started with Ivanišević. Have you forgotten? No wonder. So much has happened in the meantime that memory has suppressed what was first in stock. But it is worth remembering when the first snowball rolled that started this avalanche that we have today. So, in the office, we saw the men's socks-stockings of the then official and how he makes sexual innuendos and gives a speech like from a movie In the jaws of life. Ivanišević and his girlfriend, partying in the office. This was before the term we now call “revenge pornography” was coined. But Ivanišević was a pioneer of all of this that we see every day today.
Since then, there have been countless videos, we have watched drunk politicians go wild in bars, in traffic, at weddings and baptisms. But not only have we had the opportunity, willingly or unwillingly, to peek into the lives of politicians, but we have become accustomed to it. Screenshot, it's as if our people invented that word, so many people love to use and forward them. It's disgusting to send someone a letter. You'll send it again, about everyone and everyone. That's why it's good that everything has finally come to light, because we knew what was going on and now people have the evidence.
It's true, people enjoy it, they enjoy it, as if they were watching a series in sequels. When we watched Sky Correspondence, it was a crime series, and now that we follow politicians who did business with businessmen, this is already House of Cards. But the big question is where the electricity in the battery of DPS MPs comes from to continue to talk about face and honesty, after the correspondence shows that they adhere more to the hypocritical oath than to the Hippocratic oath. It's time to trust (non)deeds more than words in parliament. Everyone has been exposed, there really is no point in hiding anymore, trust cannot be regained just like that.
Now everyone is up to their necks in shit and it's time for a big reset on the political scene of Montenegro. There are no innocents and clean ones and they are not all the same but at least they are similar. They are similar in their slander, gossip, condescension towards businessmen, greed for a phone, an apartment or a tip. If by any chance someone had written down in a novel or a play all that businessmen, journalists and politicians do and discuss, everyone would say that the author was making it up. Because what is happening is beyond imagination.
But regardless of who is being embarrassed in these correspondences, it's not nice that everything is so open-ended. It's an unwritten rule that in Montenegro, laundry is dried in front of the house, and panties are hung in the house above the stove. This is too much of a transfer of unpleasantness. Maybe it would be a good idea to stop everything, and in the end, when everything is sorted out, for the police to organize an all-night PR conference, to make it an evening like the Oscars or the Reklamožderi. There is so much material that no one takes anything seriously anymore, because it's hard for a person to believe that such a team shaped their destiny and led the country.
It's disgusting. Your guts turn, your body refuses to accept that amount of hypocrisy and sarcasm. Even if we exclude politics, business, nations and intrigues, one thing really catches your eye, and that is that some guy called a businessman is driving through town, sees a girl in a car, likes her and sends a message to a security guard to find out who the person is that he liked. It's a parallel universe, a parallel state and it's unacceptably disgusting. If they were able to do that because they liked someone, what did they do when they didn't like someone?
All of this will be easier for people to understand and digest as a movie than as real life. Only serious psychiatrists can unravel this burden of ours. What black prosecutors and judges, there's no helping them, obviously.
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