Crazy carousel.
First, I welcome all bloggers and readers. This is my first entry, even though I visited the portal regularly for respective years.
Where did you get that title? Well, that's the time we have that we don't truly know who's average and who's not in all this politics and the planet in general. We are definitely focusing on what is closest to us, that is, home matters. Only that despite the change of 1 to another, the strategy is inactive the same, and I believe, without observing and commenting on the situation more broadly, we lose any threads that should besides be considered in the context of the surrounding reality.
A fresh Emperor appeared behind the ocean. I have any mixed feelings, due to the fact that on the 1 hand, it is clearly trying to reconstruct the old geopolitical system. On the another hand, he behaves like the history-famous last emperors of Rome. It imposes on various countries (e.g. Egypt, Jordan, Syria, Mexico, Panama or Colombia) its will to be done without blinking an eye. specified governments are already known for the annals of mankind and, frankly, have never ended well. The state from beyond the large Wall sits quietly and watches what will come of this cowboy fantasy. In all of this, the short-time companionship from the Village tries to show what large diplomats they are and, of course, believing in the only right way of the Euro-Coloch. The dilemmas and the embarrassments that follow them are hilarious.
The last comments by Mr Ziemkiewicz or Warzechy, scoring the "making" of the squad on 13 December, give, yes, an image, but besides a bit servolylistically highlighting the most crucial function of our overseas ally. I do not see the anticipation of full assurance in a country 7,000 kilometres distant from us, which has returned to the rhetoric of the 19th century. I wonder where the egalitarianism represented by the political class has gone and kind of redefined patriotism for shallow explanation of directives flowing from the outside.
The crazy people who manage us (because it is surely not to be called power) think that their infallibility and brilliance will be admired everywhere. specified e.g. Bonjurek from toi-toi, waking up in the morning most likely began to read Nczas, due to the fact that his orations match more what Błaszczak or Brudziński erstwhile said. It can bend the remnants of the spine so that you don't know who it truly is (because we all know it). The peasant most likely has any kind of disorder that should be analyzed and preferably hospitalized in a secluded place. He's got the Chief of Chobielin and, of course, artist-magic peculiar flood agent Kierwa. They're riding these horses, spinning around the axis of their master. They applaud all decision and tell the kittens that you're pissed. He said he even started throwing paper items at meetings... Basia of sex failed on his promises and together with the companions of misery, he plots how to get at least any peace until spring, only someway he has to save the future master from the hate. all decision falling out like a rabbit from a hat, another affairs, smaller or larger, eagerly attempts to mask the national stamp on the messiah of red bourgeoisie or publishing a shocking ZUS study that pensions would not be. Folkswagen Ursula promises golden pears on willow or raspberries on apple trees coloring our planet green. However, the lord and ruler of our playhole decided to argue his superiors and thought that he would manage to make the collective.
And behind the large Wall they sit quietly and wait...
Actors of the pseudo-prosecution hunt the spirit of guilty seniors who wanted to express their opinion online. They're flying around trying to put down all the critics. Who knows? possibly they'll even start hunting us? The fresh directive of censorship of all media is coming in large steps, and around us is something like an electoral campaign, intertwined by attempts at interference, from Elon, from Moscals or from behind Odra.
My dears. What a pain in the ass to not look at this dance. I personally took a fewer days of detox from the news. Unfortunately, the roundabout continues. The service adds more horses. More celebrities sit on them (because it is hard to call them politicians). I'm certain not 1 of them will fall from this structure, but the Catariner inactive plays. Unfortunately, there is simply a sad historical analogy to the times before the Second planet War, erstwhile Polish politicians, regardless of the storm around Poland, bought positions, kunktatorials, and erstwhile the time came at an express rate they went through Zaleszczyki. What about us? Well... as Stanislaw Tym said in the final “Controlled Conversations”:
‘This will be rebuilt...”
