Built roads

(danas.rs)

The latest thug tango is being danced on the court dance floor: now the idea is to poison relations with Montenegro, because research shows that Informer viewers have become calloused to the traditional poisoning of hatred towards all other neighbors. It's like a good day for them, and the day must be bad, dramatic, blood pressure pills must not work.

And since the plan is to distance ourselves from Montenegrins, let me point out another difference that divides us: while here we have the phrase "went to... well, to what for the sake of decency we will call "censorship" in the following text - in Montenegro it is not said like that. They say: "went to censorship." In that linguistic nuance, one can see the worldview, the optimism of life. One has only just begun, and one can stop before arriving; we are experts in stating that one has irrevocably arrived at the destination.

When Daliborka Uljarević, a political scientist from Podgorica, comments on current events that the local chieftain "is losing all sense of direction," the translation from etiquette to realism is "now he's gone completely to the censor"; even the good-natured neighbors don't say that he's leaving, it's too obvious. And even more obvious after the episode that we, the less refined, will remember under the code name "(fv)Alibaba and the 87 thieves: bad nature and even worse society for the first grade of elementary school."

This plot comes just a few days after the one with the birds, which once again showed that in Serbia you don't have to be a human being for the SNS to threaten you. Little birds surrounded by a huge banner, the screams of parents desperately flying around the canvas on which, fortunately they don't know how to read, it says that some pitiful country is winning. Who exactly? The homeland is defended by a bird in flight, says the good Ršum, but here you even have to defend the bird from the homeland.

And after a great uproar, both human and bird, arose, the non-humans realized that they would at least resemble humans a little if they removed their king-size propaganda rag and saved the innocent (from the trouble they had personally caused them, just like that, out of arrogance). The president, always inclined to twist everything into some kind of campaign, quickly appeared on the blablavisor to explain how, despite what evil tongues say, he is not evil: "I love birds. I love dogs."

The enumeration stopped on time, he did not mention the pets that are his favorite: criminals. Besides, it is better for him not to get into the topic, because it is not entirely clear who is keeping whom on a leash in this relationship. And those are just words - actions are always more important: love for birds was shown by capturing the chicks in a breeding colony, attachment to dogs we saw in a TV report when the president stroked some poor dog along the hair instead of down (which is about the only thing a representative of Mars sent to Earth for the first time would do), while the gentle care and exemplary breeding of the whippets testify to where the heart really leans. Pets are also worth walking, and the EU-Western Balkans Summit in Tivat sounds like a great opportunity.

The further development of the plot is known to the entire region and Europe: a plane full of passengers who are undeniably interesting, and especially interesting in terms of security, is returned to the unofficial state of Ćaciland, address Pionirski Park. Among them is the pardoned young man who hits with a baseball bat and breaks jaws. As well as the one who beat Ivo and Lucky. As well as the one who drives a Porsche around Novi Sad. A whole bunch of guys for whom the expression "don't judge by their appearance" proves to be cardinally naive; what Brnabić claims that most have not been convicted is true only insofar as there is no judiciary here to convict them or the police to arrest them. What was intended with this disgrace - it is not clear, and it is even more difficult if you are in possession of even a shred of common sense.

At first, it seemed that Meštar did not want to go to the summit, and that the entire play (in which the service warns the president through the media not to go on the trip) was serving that purpose; then it seemed that this was one of those scenarios where He who is a fool fearlessly goes into the unknown, even if the DJV was left in tears with "don't, President, I beg you" cries.

But, for the sake of that point, raising the game to this level of recklessness, of diplomatic scandal, of shaming Serbia as a cartel wolf-fuck whose highest statesman drags his thugs with him to the world as a delegation, and on top of all that, of taunting the citizens of Montenegro at the entrance to Serbia in the name of retaliation for daring not to let highway robbers into their country... that is not feigning madness. That is not engaging in censorship.

And it's not that He is there a lot, and it's not that He is taking people like Himself with Him there... but all of us. Montenegro has joined the EU and will get there, but there is no reason for jealousy: we have also arrived where we set out. Ask around Serbia, everyone will say: He built roads for us.