The Greek historian Plutarch writes in the introduction to the biography of Alexander that "virtue or vice is not manifested in the finest deeds, for often an insignificant thing, a saying or a joking remark illuminates a person's character more than the greatest battles, armies or sieges ".
It is a matter of judgement, whether our distinguished Prime Minister-candidates have had excellent deeds in the past, for this we make a careful attempt to draw their character in the light of their virtues and vices, as a guide for our enterprising opposition compatriots - so don't get lost in the manna forest of the primaries!
Is it not an easy situation for the one-time citizen - especially the father-in-law who is condemned to listen to what is on the agenda - which path to choose when voting: the one paved with gold, the one covered with diamonds, or the one lined with emeralds? I tell you, this is a difficult decision; we are steaming. And yet, in the sinister shadow of our night-dark dictatorship, anyone who wants can live in peaceful harmony with their cognitive dissonance, because for the Pelicans of our time, what is suspicious is no longer suspicious, but what is not suspicious remains suspicious. It depends on who promises the same.
Paying homage to the times, let us proceed with the presentation of the biographies of our characteristic giants in the order in which they themselves proceeded, when their names were recorded on the ballot paper on the glorious stone tablet .
Here, first of all, he is Karácsony, the teller of the sky, whom, seeing and hearing, cries out for a force teacher, and becoming the antithesis, dead, he continues to say, he is the glorious city leader. The people eat out of the palm of your hand, Gergő, thousands call out, you are a savior, a hero, who is ready and able to do anything or the opposite as needed - aligning the fires of youth next to gray temples and uniting the nation. And because the nation lives in its language, practice it with courage - with Jév Gál - it's true, it doesn't work yet. Then the English! – and as prime minister you can show how well. Your character is unshakable, like an unfaithful lover, your spine is as unbending as a willow branch on August's waist. Even your smile is attractive, although it calls out for a dentist, but look, 99 jumps already; all affordable. Your intellectual superiority is weak, but don't worry, because your endurance is sky-rocketing - Zugló or Budapest, everyone knows this; their trust is in advance, assistant professors are hungry, only you can be their savior. We thirst for your words, "what hurts, come, tell us, tell us everything"; but not Orbán again? Oh, or the weed Fidesz, the government force? – to hell with all of them, classy! What can you do as a victim? Act well and you can be great! Sweep the attic, take away wealth, you will get more: power; only on paper of course.
Let him, Márki-Zay, stand here second, the Turkish beater the charming. He's a polymath, he's very cool, but his movement isn't winning. He promises fire and wood, a united front, and bites where he finds trouble. Cuckoo's egg, not disputable, similar, but still different. The others whistled softly, lifted him up, but why? They gave the hinterland, and Péter went there. He looks to the right, he looks to the left, and there is no third way; and done. At home my brother is useless, then try to go to Canada'. Imprison, take back - fit in with the rest. It's all about the Democrats, hey, it's a shame, it's the credit.
For the pleasure of handsome boys, for the pleasure of ladies, the horror of scooters should come third! You are Bandi to us, we are bread to you, the spirit of Béla lives on in you. And when the shitbag is full, and your starting kick is already obscured, the zeitgeist loves it too, but be careful: Hungarians will not forget your dream murder. He can finally stand here among the candidates, bid on them if he has to, but he hardly knows whether you're drinking or not? He is following in the footsteps of his ancestor, following his well-trodden path, even when he is dead, he is still talking about the past of his fellow Bulgarian. Hey, you stinky kid, did I raise you to do this? Do you think these ? Bandi doesn't even know, maybe he doesn't know yet that a raven also gouges out a raven's eyes. The poor thing is lost, like a rainbow, as if it were not there, only in a hologram', but there are 4.8 billion reasons for this, Katka Cseh is here, and her plan is already ready: I will be king one day, I will say it with my beard, and I will change the government I'll take care of everything. And if not, I will run to Brussels and ask the emperor: am I good until morning?
And let the long-awaited fourth come, Ms. Klára runs in, she doesn't linger. He is not ashamed, there is no reason, he shouts, promises to break the law, he is a demagogue. Money, paripa, weapons, trust are eternal, he hates the Hungarians; it's mutual. You need that power like a bite of bread, you buy it by the kilo, it's a small country, it fits. Why is it necessary, there is not enough? Fork robbery, poverty; rather it proclaims strength, violence is grim. But only "the fickle crowd stands hesitantly, and goes where the price takes it". It won't be good Klára, continue to grind yourself, scatter glass beads; potatoes, fairy tale, miracle! Conjure up more Brussels dreams, in the absence of your own desires, to see if you can take the wing. Your people need a story, a soporific, soothing one, wounded Hungarianness is not even a good memory. Serve the lumpen, promise a week or two, choose yourself on a blood-red carpet. Then shoot into the crowd, the power of your habits, your expert government also wants this. Call for life, but boldly, never forget this, because you are the last shot of your party.
Finally, come Jakab, a reliable piece, he always has red golden hot dogs. He was once a toad, but now he is a big man - Szemlő - the scoundrel begged for a kiss from a mountain. He is a fool for the word, people, if you vote for him, this will be the great adventure of your life. Her charm is captivating, her eyes shine, and whoever sneers at her gets a stranglehold. Who he was and what he became, it's a shame to ask why; rather, he serves Ószöd's hatred, and together they continue to preserve the small arrow idea. He promises a better future and prosperity for Hungarians. Those who don't believe him can think further. Come on, Peter, come on, "mumble a new tale", we can't wait for the "fascist communism".
This is the choice, the decision is yours, an eternal veil hangs over you from a promise. Do not be tormented by doubt, all their words are true, or if they are not, it doesn't matter, your onion is the consolation. Look at arguments, fake smiles, it's never enough, they will show you their most charming faces. Imagine a mirage, your hand is a dream pen, and you won't believe that it will hurt the next day anyway.
