FLASH
Shkruar nga Edison Ypi
In deference to the dictatorial communist background, the shit that came to power turned Albania into shit. It covered all the black spots.
Before she died, the communist scumbag made a big mess of Albanians.
The big turd that emerged from the cow's ass, the size of an empty mahogany tree, immediately took the necessary measures to stay on top for a long time. He gathered around himself the smaller turds that emerged from the cow's unfertilized belly, the dried intestines, the tangled scum, all kinds of trash, parasites, thugs, thieves, spies, scoundrels, and other scum.
The Albanians were surprised. They had suffered for decades, been tortured, interned, imprisoned, to keep the country clean of scum, when suddenly they saw something completely undeserved, something dirty, a big mess that blackened their lives, darkened the sun.
They approached the shit. They came around it. They looked at it with curiosity. Someone said it wasn't shit but halwa or chocolate. To some others the shit looked like pilaf, kadaif, cake.
Because they couldn't believe that a dirty piece of shit had landed on their heads, they measured the volume, weight, studied its shape, and relief. Some sniffed the smell and the aroma up close, others even licked it, until they proved to themselves that they had been given the biggest and dirtiest piece of shit on the face of the earth. However, some of those who wanted the shit or not accepted it, sided with the shit with the cunning reasoning:
Let it stay. If the democratic shit continues to stink, the day will soon come when the pluralistic reality will throw it away, wash it away, steal its scent, take its spice. But even in the past, it will not be the only one who will steal and it will stink. Even we little shits will steal and stink. The aroma of the big shit that will steal and stink a lot will be a shield for us little shits that will steal and stink less. Moreover, since he made self-criticism that it will not smell very much and called Albania "The beauty of the earth", let's keep, so, once and for all, the shit that the motherfucker left us. If it continues to bother us by smelling a lot and spreading a lot of dirt, we pour water on it with buckets and hoses, we take it to the stream, to Lana, from Lana to the sea, from the sea to the ocean, from the ocean our shit will reach Cuba. Although the shit that stinks of spring had never been seen by Albanians, they succumbed to the fetid fate.
Years passed.
In respect of the dictatorial communist background, the shit that came to power turned Albania into shit all over. He covered up all the black stuff. Illegal trafficking. Supplying Europe and the world with whores from Albania. Corruption. Allied thugs for vote-gathering, and so on. This shit didn't leave me without stinking. And he started farting a lot. He started calling himself a title that Albanians associate with an erotic position, and with the spies that the democratic state sent to spread Marxism-Leninism around the world, "Missionary".
The "Missionary" muti that terrified both young and old, made all institutions useless, the entire state a dump, and all of Albania a wasteland.
"You can't fight in this place where the smell of shit stinks," they said, and started to leave.
Tourists don't come to a place that smells like shit, and no tourist has set foot there.
Muti emptied, stole, and sold what he found inside the ammunition and weaponry warehouses and tunnels in colossal quantities worth billions of dollars.
It destroyed the lives of thousands of Albanians by making them believe in the "clean money" of pyramid schemes.
He killed Albanians with his hands in his pockets.
They burned alive women and children who were dismantling artillery shells to steal and sell the gunpowder.
Muti generously and abusively rewarded the loyalists of his destructive, criminal, Pisan race: the Cikrrat, the poop, the pee, the fart, for illegal privatizations, opening dubious businesses, granting illegitimate permits, and undeserved selective favors of various kinds.
The dictatorial bastard, alias the whore, didn't leave because he wanted to, he left because he died.
The democratic shit that hasn't died yet, it's leaving no stone unturned, slanders unmade, lies unspoken, intrigues unwoven, shame uneaten, so that with its departure and death it can build the same relationship as the whore of the dictatorship. So it's getting tired and tired of all the ways it can turn from shit into a whore.
A scumbag running for Mayor himself, a scumbag running for scumbag, has never been seen in the world. But our current scumbag is doing it without a twitch, without batting an eyelash.
The humiliation that our shit is inflicting on Albania and Albanians was not inflicted by either the Greeks or the Serbs, no invaders, no natural disaster.
From the time when shit promised to go away even if only one person didn't like it, to today when the only one who likes shit is shit itself - this is the colossal moral abyss we have fallen into in the last 30 or so years.
Today, when the shit that the Dictatorship left behind for the fish, Albanians want to wash it with soap, soda, acid, degreaser, our transitional shit with its fetid smell and catastrophic balance sheet is facing the problem of all the shit in the world at the end of its life, continuity, a problem that our shit will solve in a little while when it returns from where it came, inside the bitch's ass.
Lini një Përgjigje