Confa rules: cameras on me! The snake, Jack, the snake! Both will come to Toruń, both will confess, but not at Rydzyk's, now Confa rules, Confa chooses!
And in the end, Confa will choose... but if she doesn't choose well, then it will be as Wyspiański predicted and it will turn out that the ladle is simply a ladle: nothing and no 1 else.
For, erstwhile Confa decides poorly, the first thing president Rafał will do after signing the hatred speech bill will be to delegate the writing, and the second thing president Rafał will do on the same day will be to delegate the Confa, so that the 4th Reich (with us inside) will grow stronger for centuries, and people - without fascism - live better and prosperous, and no fire front even counting 36 million activists will help. Time to die.
The Confa may clown and question both "nearly presidents", it may - after all, it is simply a free country, but it does not request to bet any furs to scope the conclusion above, that not about the pears' hat is the game, but about what is already hanging in the air, about the conclusion of the arrangement.
If Mr Mencen and Braun have anything under the ceiling (and have 4 million people voting for them) then the conflict of Popis will put aside for the next occasion (in six months, in a year, soon, this chance will not escape), but only on 1 condition that they will inactive be on the political phase (and Writ by them), but erstwhile Mr Rafał sits in Belvedere, it will be after tea and it will turn out that as it was before ... a horn roars through the forest wind a feather carries, and the Confederate Lords will be left with a string and a chocholi dance, and the natives, people of Polish origin, will remember in a 100 years how the most patriotic part of our nation (as Confa says about itself) gave the country into a Euro-Colochosian captivity.
