Evening television talk shows would be quite boring if it were not for a special breed of "analysts" endowed with the rare ability to accurately predict the future.
With an enviable hatred of facts, documents, information or analysis, fortune tellers make Nostradamus seem like their apprentice.
I'm not talking about star fortune tellers, horoscope tellers or clickbait people, but about the many participants who are considered the cream of television programming.
Every morning, lunch and evening, experts come together, sometimes with a "lawyer" jacket, sometimes with an analyst's shirt and many times with expert glasses, with a certainty that only ignorance can give, they pronounce prophecies.
Blind as Baba Vanga, these have and do not know how to do anything other than... predictions.
When it comes to events related to politics and justice, the magic formula that comes out of the mouths of fools: "Remember, very soon something big will happen". And to cement the prediction comes the statement: "My predictions come true", you say that we are talking about the last century.
And in Albania, not something, but a lot of big things happen every day. "Black days will come"..."You will go, at the moment I can't say more"...
Shocked viewers are scrambling to insure themselves and their families in the face of the calamity that is being warned to arrive in the ancient Arbno hearths where the forecasters are wearing the televised halo of being 'superhuman'.
For years, information has given way to imagination, logic to speculation and oracles with the help of moderators guarantee every night an atmosphere where fairy tales are sold as truth and lies as revelations from God.
"There will be arrests soon, there will be lists of 'non grata'", they announce with certainty that God himself has whispered in their ears the names of the future prisoners. To give themselves more importance they don't say names for 101 reasons and the first reason: They don't know anything!
Politicians, oligarchs, businessmen, thugs in uniform, thugs without uniforms, or even the extraterrestrial beings that are roaming around feel quite insecure from the ominous "predictions" that hang like the sword of Damocles over their heads.
As the days give way to weeks and weeks to months, the predictions of the scumbags without scumbags do not come out, where some even initiate the deletion or correction of the prophecies through the portals.
But Nostradamus returns to the center of attention: "Wait, something will happen, the FBI, NASA, TROOP 300 have the situation under control." NATO will intervene", "The Pelasgians will rise again".
Fortune tellers, divorced from reality and truth, have raised the ambiguity in art by drawing only an ignorance that is surprisingly followed as a model.
The ability to string together words that never end up in a clear sentence is impressive.
While everyday life offers a different view, nothing stops the Nastradins from marching towards the next predictions.
When someone, like a blind hen, catches a grain of wheat, the drums of majesty start with cackles that they do not even understand.
At the counters where fantasy and folly dance tango, fortune tellers are the ones who have the ability to see the future not only in the cup of Turkish coffee, but also in the cup of espresso, and even some of the mountain, field or hill tea.
They say that even a broken clock shows the correct time twice a day. It would be a miracle if the Baba Vangas of dinner resembled a broken clock, then they would truly be prophets.
While the moderators who invite "the smart ones" to give advice... have been releasing not only the pigeons but also their little ones for a long time.
That's it for today because 9pm is coming.