Although, as a matter of fact, it never worked for them in Hungarian. The only difference is that now they are turning their shining eyes not to Moscow, but to Brussels. Of course, it's not shiny for everyone, some people have it damp. For example, Klára Dobrev's husband.
Yesterday afternoon at 15:00, the DK presented the party's candidate for prime minister, who is none other than the wife of the party president, at its online Facebook event. What a surprise. And why can Fleto's eyes be misty now? There are several reasons, we know, but one of them is certainly that he can never stand there again.
So Klára enters, fresh, young, chubby and taking selfies on the street, then up to the podium, which is bathed in the colors of DK, flanked by the Dobrev team's molino. Sorry #TeamDobrev. Then comes the speech, what's coming, tarol! The candidate gesticulates in a whisper, and then pours the fever dream down our necks with whiny demagoguery, that alternative reality conceived in communist crimes, which is the daily income of a few hundred thousand proles. Because the show, the play, was made for them: a circus with the promise of bread, so that they feel cared for. They are the ones who never learn that a poor person is someone who can't even promise. A lot can be said about the Dobrev-Gyurcsány duo, but not that they are poor. Hungarian state wealth fattened them up, and they run on bread and wine from it. And sometimes for whiskey.
But let's not digress, let's get back to the event in capital letters: the candidate just talks, talks, in his sentences the migration crisis is degraded to a threat on posters again, and the vision of the Hungarian state disintegrating in the wake of the real enemy, Covid, comes to life. The adjectives of the government are weak, ungovernable, doing nothing, panicking, hasty.
God, surely this woman didn't miss the year?
There is no other government on earth that has handled the epidemic worse, he says, and the reality is already in the corner, turning his head away from the vaccination data, which, as you know, cannot disprove any of his claims from DK.
But the dumbing down of the people doesn't stop, after the image of the ships rocking on the Adriatic, the candidate slaps the harsh (alternative) reality in our faces: the few and the many, he says, and the campaign slogan is also manifested in this pair of words. Few and many. Very few get very much and many get very little.
It is interesting that the many are not the majority. Because you can't say that they are in the majority, so the feeling remains, the feeling of the multitude, and that's enough for the sympathizers.
We, on the other hand, see through the sieve, and although the hairs on our backs stand up from the demagogic and unscrupulous lies put together by the candidate, as well as from the sometimes self-serving promise dumping, we remain respectful: the majority.
The entire recording can be viewed here, but it is only recommended for those with strong nerves!
