From Llano Bee
Apparently, these political movements that begin with Ri-, have to go through a violent phase. Even Rilindja had one, from the hunger strikes on the boulevard that cost Tirana's pizzerias a lek, - even Elca Lilja, who was like a perch, had gained a couple of kilos at the time - to the protests on the boulevard. On the contrary, those Italians designed the boulevard so wide that the desert holds it all: Even the holidays, the demonstrations, the parades, and the protests. Not forgetting some random murders.
However, the Re-establishment has a special merit, because it has turned violence into an art, even an end in itself. The other difference is that for them, strife and chaos is not a phase, but a permanent state; this is how they started 20 or so years ago, this is how they continued and this is how they are continuing it. The re-founders have reached the point where it doesn't matter why they protest, it's enough to stand out and be praised by the doctor. It even came to the point where they beat each other with crowbars and smoke bombs, just to get a commendation card.
And it is known that the doctor is grateful by nature; especially when they help him with family problems. After all, what does a person need friends and companions for, just for parties, good days and sharing money and property? No, the good friend appears when the sons and sons-in-law are affected.
In February, the Re-establishment has decided to challenge another title of Kadare, as to the anger of Macron who came to give him a high decoration and did not even deign to drink a coffee with the doctor, who also specialized in Paris. The challenge is called "Crushes are not frozen". Because if a whole movement stands up to protect the arrested groom, they can't be called anything but krushk, right? And not only is it not about freezing, but on the contrary, it is fire and flame.
Officially, the Krushks - even the Krushkas, because gender equality is important - said that they will sue the parliament because the renaissance dictatorship does not allow them to set up parliamentary investigative commissions, for the same issues that SPAK is accusing and throwing one after another in prison on the other, several deputies and former socialist ministers. He got SPAK in vain, that in the last days in the Parliament, even Damiani didn't know what to do and was confused: Should he join the re-founding deputies or continue pretending to be a socialist?
But in reality, practically the doctor's deputies are making all the mess to protect the doctor's son-in-law, who with a letter from the cell declared that he is one step higher than the father-in-law: Because he signed as a professor doctor. That is to say, the doctor's professor. Under other circumstances, the old man would have been stunned, but this time he didn't notice. Because there is a girl and she doesn't want to be left alone with a prison husband.
The girl, for her part, did the task. He got up and went on television to defend the truth. Luckily, her portrait didn't stand out that much, because it was Halloween, when adults dress up as clowns and look for candy at neighbors' doors.
But among those who are doing their job better - by paying off past shortcomings and exceeding the plan - is the deputy of the districts between Korca and Maliqi, Bamkë Qylollari-Salianji. Bamka at first joined Lulash against the doctor, because his flesh trembled when he thought that he might be called anti-American. And when he saw that Lulash wasn't caring too much and had other plans, he changed his mind. He began to insult him and tell him what he had done for him: From concocting the Babale scandal, to appearing in front of the parliament with a fish in his hand, to the knife he was holding in his hand when the doctor's Resistance group attacked the DP. And in the meantime, he winked at the doctor and drank friendly coffee with his son-in-law, at that time still free.
Bamka was a product of Henrik Skilje's school. The latter saw in Bamka a copy of himself, so he decided to make him a man: he removed his piercings, washed him with milva, perfumed him, gave him school and introduced him to the DP. He wanted to change his name, but Bamke Salianji did not tolerate it. "I am Kylollar and I will remain so ," he declared.
This time, Bamka increased the quality of the performance: He decided to throw a smoking flare in the parliament hall, copying Albin Kurti's meal. The only difference was that Albini had done the Serbian prison, then threw a cigarette. While Bamka threw a cigarette while Serbicka's son-in-law is still in prison.
But in times of turmoil, no one notices these little things. That's what Gazi, another newfound ally of the doctor, told him. "Even though because of the name, it was up to me to throw the gas in the Assembly, you still did well," said Gazi to Bamka. The gas is equally distinguished in the melting of the doctor's mugs. He even has an advantage because the socialist opponents don't let their hands catch him and beat him, so Gazi does what he wants in the parliament. Socialist women don't even want to mess with him. "It's a shame to deal with Gas, it will be left to us, " they said, distancing themselves.
There are many other Krushks, but Muli stands out among them. This essence of human erudition, this walking and screaming encyclopedia, doctor by degree, is one of the doctor's most prominent weddings. He suffers from Up syndrome and has always entered the lists of DP deputies through quotas for candidates with different abilities, but this has not prevented him from being a champion of comrade Sali's teachings.
The other main actor is Edi Palosja. Believe it or not, this political creature with the intelligence of a lobster is also a strategic investor somewhere off the coast. Because the Tall - be angry, but give me the hack - has not been spared, nor has he considered political directions much when he invented strategic ones. He gave permission left and right, up and down, to thugs and professional killers, entertainers and amateur clowns, ministers' husbands and ministers' wives, opponents grata and opponents non-grata. Just like King Zog, sorry, who gave scholarships to the children of his enemies.
Come on, don't believe if you want, the voices that said that deep down, I Gjati had a kind of grandfather, the desert king.
Meanwhile, the Khrushks seem to have run out of original ideas, and have decided to imitate the old socialist scenarios. They said that they will gather and do a hunger strike in the parliament hall, receiving the applause of all the fast food around the Parliament. Their request, as always, remains to be allowed to investigate the files that SPAKU already has in hand. For the groom, no word...
Note: Patronageist is a pro-democracy anti-smoking satirical column