The 2022 elections will be decided by whether the majority of Hungarians stay on the ground of reality and vote based on reason, or surrender to their artificially inflated emotions and follow the dictates of their chosen opinion bubble.

One of the most pressing questions of the mass democracies of our time is whether the mass of people trained to consume will believe that something that quacks like a duck, quacks like a duck and looks like a duck, is really a duck.

Basically, the unusual cinema that was presented at the end of December by one of the most depraved cultural environmental polluters of our time, Netflix, seeks the answer to this very absurd question; hallelujah that this movie really became the exception that proves the rule. Well, I don't want to start criticizing here, since Ne neztezz! (Don't Look Up!) despite all its faults, it deserves more than a few paragraphs, I would just like to highlight its quintessence: although the creators wanted to hold a crooked mirror in front of American society, this mirror turned out to be so big that if you look into it from ten thousand kilometers away, , from the heart of the old continent, even we, the hardworking little importers of American culture, can nod to our reflection.

The work, which alternates between the genres of disaster film, black comedy, and satire, seeks the answer to what happens if scientists discover a comet of such a size that it will strike the Earth within half a year and cause complete extinction? What does humanity do to this news, and what does each person do? It may not be a spoiler if I quote verbatim the monologue of one of the protagonists, Dr. Randall Mindy (Leonardo DiCaprio); in my opinion, this is also the key question of the film.

So in the story, we are 25 days before the impact - the discovery took place 171 days ago - and in the most watched morning TV show, Napi saft , the scientist is asked if there is actually a comet or not at that time, because you can also hear that there is not , or how are you, and that's good, but it could also be bad, so… could you please enlighten the viewers? And Dr. Mindy replies:

“First of all, it is absolutely certain that there is a comet. We know it exists because we have data about it. But the scientific community is watching the events with growing concern, because expert evaluation is essential for knowing the facts... You can't always be nice! Sometimes we need to say things to each other and hear them out. So again, to be clear: a huge comet is hurtling toward Earth. We know this comet exists because we saw it. We saw it with our own eyes with a telescope. For heaven's sake, we even photographed it, dammit! Need more proof? If we can't even agree that a comet the size of Mount Everest, speeding towards Earth at a thousand times, is fucking wrong, then what's wrong with us? My goodness! How do we want to talk to each other? Where did we get to? How do we fix this? It should have been put on a different track when there was still a chance."

The thing is, we really are here. But here! We can't even agree on the most obvious, clearest, most unambiguous facts, the denial of the visible, audible, tangible reality is taking place right in front of our eyes, and we can only stand in confusion, standing on one leg and staring at the other, as some people scream horror from their bubble of opinion. And this movie, reality cinema, is no longer fun at all.

In order not to go any further, here is the question of migration, which we cannot claim has not been discussed, but nevertheless, it is as if time has stopped; we are in the same place. However, what could have happened in relation to migration has happened in the last 6-7 years; from terrorist acts to everyday violence to cultural and real space occupation, the European Union has had a taste of everything; he saw, heard, felt, and felt what he could expect from the Muslim masses. Millions came illegally to its territory from a culture that is incompatible with its own: not better or worse, just not compatible; not European. Absurdly, however, some see the higher realization of the European way of life in the acceptance of the non-European way of life. Is self-liquidation really the right solution? The only solution? And are those really preaching about humanism, who have already proven in real life that they are not interested in the lives, quality of life, mental and health conditions of the (Hungarian) voters? But there is nothing new under the sun; about these almost a hundred years ago, when he said the following with Doctor Moviszter:

"Humanity is a dead concept. (…) all crooks love humanity. He who is selfish, who does not give his brother a morsel of bread, who is treacherous, is the ideal of humanity. They hang and kill people, but they love humanity. They desecrate their family sanctuaries, kick out their wives, do not care for their father, mother, or children, but they love humanity. There is nothing more comfortable than that. In the end, it doesn't oblige you to do anything. No one ever comes to me who introduces himself as humanity. Humanity does not ask for food, nor does it ask for clothes, but remains at a respectable distance, in the background, with its forehead illuminated by glory. There is only Peter and Paul. There are people. There is no humanity.”

Then there is the case of Gergely Homonnay, about whom the death kuffar wrote all the lies that are customary at this time, that the politically correct way of speaking requires: that he was a democrat and a patriot. A real fighter. And in love. For his followers, he embodied the ideal image of the European citizen with his well-combed beard, his cat, his homosexuality, his extreme political activism, and the way he instructed Hungarian voters from Rome. Gergely Homonnay was undoubtedly a phenomenon, but he was far from being as ideal as his comrades wanted him to appear.

It is closer to reality if we write that he was the epitome of the euphoria of western societies before their destruction, and it is not the least bit enviable how the gray dot came to the end of his colorful history. He died the way he lived: on Facebook. Before his death, on December 31, he wrote eight (!) posts on the page named after his cat (Erzsi for President), and then, as the newspapers reported, he met his end on New Year's Eve in the Turkish bath of a gay club in Rome. Alone, naked, without love, companion or fans, presumably as a result of a drug overdose. Bakker, even his age didn't correspond to reality! Had he not died in such circumstances, would it have ever been discovered that he had lied about being seven years younger?

And here is our top candidate, Péter Márki-Zay, whose expressions are increasingly confusing, even for opposition public figures. I note that this candidate at least has an independent idea compared to Kárácson, it's true, it's all a scam, and my brain, but it's there. At the same time, I have long since given up trying to understand why the candidate for prime minister, who is applying to lead the country, is campaigning for voters to bathe and heat less, use smaller cars and pay more for everything in general; in short, pay for the environmental pollution of those global giants who skim the extra profit. Meanwhile, as an exercise in style, he humiliates those from whom he hopes for votes and hurls selected insults at them. Isn't it charming? Let British Petrol and Coca-Cola vote for you!

But even if there are those who believe that the candidate's rampage would actually be good for the country, they could slowly face the fact that it doesn't matter what and how Márki-Zay (or another puppet, if this is revealed) says or doesn't say . It does not matter. Nothing depends on Márki-Zay, Márki-Zay does not decide anything; he's just a spectacle, like a beach ball in the swamp. It is colorful, so it attracts the eye, but no one should be under the illusion, as the swamp is the old one. We know its inhabitants better than we would like; and only those who do not want to see the layout. Just like the comet in the movie.

Featured image: Netflix.com