The Serbs have learned nothing from their colossal mistakes. Milošević and Ćosić were not enough for them, then Koštunica and Bećković, and only Dodik and Kusturica, or now Vučić and Bokan. If they cannot learn from their own mistakes and failures, then why don't they at least see how screwed up the Montenegrins are. When they swore at Milo, begging him to lead them for a long, long time! Only to end up in the jaws of the Russophile clergy and the "black hand".
All of the above was not enough for the Serb brothers, both their and our experience, so it is not surprising that they appointed an ordinary pet, Milan K., as their leader in Montenegro, for whom they claim, as one minister once did for Milo - that he will lead them for a long, long time. Telling us who obsessively want his retirement from politics, that we will "see him on the political scene for a long, long time". What the smart one is ashamed of, the stupid one brags about, says an old Serbian proverb, based on which the Brothers Grimm and Boris Raonić wrote the famous fairy tales "Ivica and Đuro (Macut, not Marica)", "Vučko (Aleksandar) and the Seven Pipunas" or "Toma Palčić, not Mona"...
“Serbs and Croats are one and the same piece of cow dung that the wheel of the cart of history accidentally cut in half,” said the great Yugoslav writer Miroslav Krleža, although there is no reliable evidence or witnesses for this. But it sounds credible, Krleža-like, that is. From which arises the continuation of the Balkan ethnogenesis according to which it turns out that Montenegrins, Bosniaks, Albanians and Macedonians are quarters of the same goat dung that the historical wheel of a racing bicycle ran over, making them, both because of their speed and because of their thin rims, easy prey for powerful neighbors.
In this friction of small, almost invisible differences, decades and centuries pass for the South Slavs. Everything could perhaps have been leveled and healed with the fall of communism and rushing into the EU, if the Serbs, as the most numerous, had not opted for the worst. Mića Popović, the great Serbian painter, defined this national fate vividly with the words: peoples do not choose the best among themselves as their leader, but the one most similar to themselves. I believe that the majority of Serbs in Montenegro would sooner accept that Milan Knežević is the best among them than that he is, as Popović said - the most similar to them.
But, in any case, the trust that AV, Lord Voldemort of the Serbian world, recently placed in him must be justified. That is why he proposed to the Presidency of his party, MK, for unanimous adoption the conclusion that the tens of thousands of cubic meters of feces that Podgorica sends to Zeta every day, still unprocessed, are not a sufficient reason to give up his seat. At the state and local level. To make the aforementioned feces smell, the leader of the Serbs in Montenegro did not, like his ancestors from the 12th century, when there were no collectors, throw cedar and rosemary on them, that is, feces, but took a much cheaper and simpler way - he spread the aroma of identity throughout Botuna and Zeta. Fuck the Serb and Croat who is not ready to arrive and escape and always be ready for home, says the famous verse, which Joanne Rowling copied from Serbian folk poetry, which confirms her stories about The Return of the Lord of Darkness.
Anyone who followed the fecal expression at the sewage points of Lord Voldemort, or AV for short, a few days before the historic session of some DNP, could have predicted just such an identity crescendo. In classical music, a crescendo is the intensification of tones before the very culmination, which Serbian medieval kings used equally for their narratives, as well as golden forks for feasts and meals. And the aforementioned cedar and rosemary, for toilets and to alleviate unpleasant odors. Until the collector was invented, and the sewage processing plant from Niš. According to the ancient Roman Nais.
The crescendo was therefore an overture prepared by numerous Voldemort analysts and sewer pipes, begging for days the “brave”, “courageous” Milan K., or the “superior rhetorician”, not to leave the Government no matter how much blood and feces it spills on Zeta. Because only Kurti, Milo, pro-Ustasha elements in Zagreb, red Croats in Cetinje and student quislings in Belgrade would be happy about that! Should we then mention that with the fall of the Serb leaders in Montenegro, that people would be completely beheaded, exposed to terror, worse than during the NDH or during the DPS. As one of their late patriarchs once claimed.
What then could the unfortunate Presidency, some party that even in Zeta had not heard of until recently, do except accept the conclusions written somewhere else. Far away. In some eggshells and not in the wolf's nest, as you first thought. Milan Knežević's fart and his playing with the face and intellect of the citizens of Zeta, culminated in accepting the conclusion that the government is one and unrepeatable, and that staying in the bloody Government and fecal Podgorica has no alternative. The truth under clear conditions. Nation, plus sewage. Which means, from the septic tank to the collector, when it comes to the municipality of Zeta, only those who speak Serbian, have Serbian citizenship and wear the national flag when going to the toilet can go. They should also sing the anthem "Onamo namo" (and not "Bože pravde"), but they can't. For objective reasons. That's why, to the joy of all Serbs and the sorrow of Tonino Picula and his machine gun, Milan K. will remain in power for a long, long time and lead the Serbs to new victories! And sometimes to Lord Voldemort's home. Not only when it's his birthday, but also on weekdays. For example, on the occasion of the enrollment of little Vukan (Vučić) in first grade. Or after DJ Vučićević's admission to the zoo's nursery. And maybe on the occasion of a visit to čaciland, which includes a meeting with the aforementioned lord's parents. Or AV for short.
Everyone was relieved at Andrić's wreath. Although no one had heard of Zeta, much less Botun. And all the truth and common sense purification plants, plus some analyst Panaotović, clicked that MK justified their trust and confirmed that only the worst of that people, and not the most similar as the great painter Mića claimed, deserve to be its leaders and leaders. And let Mandić prepare.
Which means that if in some upcoming elections, Milan K., the current leader of Serbs in Montenegro, collapses and stops working as a collector in Botun, Lord Voldemort will have no problem riding Mandić. Just as he rode Đukanović for almost a decade, only to kidnap the Duke and Pippin after the "liberation". Or, in short, Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy.
The DNP presidency has in this, certainly impressive way, set an example for all other parties how to behave if the EU tries to transfer them from the septic tank to the collector. For example, what would be missing for Ibrahimović and BS to convene a general assembly on the occasion of the start of work on the wastewater treatment plant in Rožaje and send Spajić more demands to stay in power. Bosniak language as official, the flag of BiH, and citizenship of Turkey and not BiH. The anthem can also be used, it doesn't have lyrics anyway, so it doesn't provoke any of the "constituent" peoples of Montenegro.
Or, if Brussels asks for a collector for Cetinje, what would be missing for DPS to maintain the Presidency and demand, in order to enter the Government, the canonization of Adnan Čirgić, a Crusader banner instead of the national flag and an anthem, without the last verse of Sekula. Otherwise, the best, if poetics are considered. And for Milo to lead them for a long, long time, at least from the position of Honorary. Which would cause a frenzy of all those who obsessively want Milo to withdraw, like Tadić (Boris), pro-Chetnik elements from Belgrade, and the centuries-old Montenegrin enemy from France led by Lakosta, Novak and the little green crocodile.
Or, how does this sound to you: one day, in the dark future, President Milatović also founds a party. Not out of vanity, but for the Lord of Darkness and his pet from Zeta. And just as he set off with the party, the EU orders a collector in Bare Šumanović, or somewhere there. Along with a freshly paved road for numerous rural households (and in letters: three) including Milatović's. What would then be left for the main board of Jaki's future party, but to make a unanimous decision, like the DNP, to leave power in Danilovgrad only under certain conditions. For example, if KFC moves into his building, or if Macron responds to Spajić's invitation, not Milatović's.
To quote that New Year's post from social media again - it's good that we've entered 2026, but when are we going to get out of the 90s?! Never, it seems. And maybe not even then.
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