/View Info/ No one is interested in what is happening in the collective consciousness of the People – and whether it has already turned into some kind of desert.
Finally, we brought it to the point that those who supposedly rule – the Shepherds – are not at all aware of what is happening to the “flock”.
It also gradually loses its self-image.
We are in the Era of Absolute Anesthesia. Deserter.
No one dares to ask “The Herd” – as Plevneliev put it – what he thinks about the scandals with the Macedonians.
For example, is there, according to ordinary people, a “Macedonian language”, as the eternally inclined butterfly Zaharieva, who sees herself as the Tsardasha Queen of diplomacy, claims.
She says that she has a Macedonian language – because Kostov signed a joint declaration with the Macedonians in 1999, in which it was mentioned that each of the countries accepts it in its official language.
However, only in the chardash does it mean something other than what it actually is.
Kostov has not admitted anything.
MEP Kovachev, who is from the same litter as Zaharieva, says that he does not have the Macedonian language, etc.
These are the chaotic movements of a decapitated cockroach.
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By the way, it was heard that Zaharieva did not know English properly and from Brussels they recommended her to go with a translator.
Did they not tell her in “Macedonian”?
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From the outside, we probably look not only anesthetized, but downright comatose.
Because of this, the new French ambassador is trying to beat his predecessor’s brash records.
He sees Bulgaria as a gypsy cat and has the artistry to claim, I quote: “I don’t understand the complicated attitude / of Bulgarians / to history, the tendency to sometimes exaggerate the dimensions of Turkish slavery, the hesitation to look forward, to the future…”
If the gentleman recommends a similar attitude to History in his country, he will be immediately hanged on the Arc de Triomphe – it’s good to vent.
Here they can lock him up for three days in the Ossuary in Batak – to reflect on our Bulgarian exaggerations.
The ambassador quoted a proverb, which, for some unknown reason, he attributed to Bulgarian folklore – “The fastest runners are the quiet ones”.
The sayings here are saltier, but also more insightful, here’s one: “When I became a tinker, when I blacken your back.”
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However, no one from Boyko’s closest entourage suggests that he call the French discoverer and pull his ears – as he tried to do with Putin because of the Cyrillic alphabet.
We are brave with Putin, but not with Xavier. This is already a disease.
The ambassador is acting like a Soros grantee.
Come on dear sorosoids, it’s your turn – throw the word “slaughter” out of the textbooks and replace it with “dimensions”.
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Tomorrow the ambassador will say that we are Macedonians, non-Doklans.
They, on the other hand, behave like amused women, eternally insatiable.
Their appetite cannot be satisfied no matter how hard we try.
You can only talk to them in one way: “Don’t tell me what you want, but tell me what you give?” And will you finally close your big Macedonian mouths – or will you chop us up piece by piece with your gluttony?’
Nobody asks them like that.
Cornelia N. threatened to read the agreement with Macedonia – and forgot.
In Sosinterna, memory is not particularly respected.
In any case, we can only suspect what reparations the Macedonians will burden us with.
They will surely relieve us of a large part of our own history – and take it for their own use, forever.
Then they will demand that their “Macedonian” minority here have a special status.
And so they will achieve much more than their Serbs managed to achieve in 100 years.
Come, Vanche Mihailov, to see our present voivodes, where they are headed.
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Our fools imagine that it is a great happiness to be the Rathai who will rush to pull Macedonia into NATO.
Run, bro, from that hot female.
Look how the Greeks are laughing at you.
Be the arbiters of our Bulgarian works – as long as you understand them, of course.
Try to penetrate the silence of the “herd”.
However, they are afraid of it.
And everything remains under the cover of Silence.
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Tsipras does not recognize the name of Macedonia.
We admit everything – and we are again in the play “Love’s Vain Efforts”.
Again we leave first and arrive last.
#Tomorrow #Macedonian
