In Dumas' romantic novel Vicomte Bragellone, one can read the Fouquet family's supposed motto: "Where else shall I rise?" Well, with an inverted sign, DK and its leader could also say this about themselves, while: Where else am I sinking?
I'm reading the DK spiel called the announcement and I'd like to laugh if it wasn't so outrageously infuriating. Because they demanded the budget for last year's August 20 fireworks in the public interest and will make it public.
They do it well, if you're interested, read it. It doesn't really matter to me, because at that time, during the epidemic and isolation, the dazzling event brought some joy to our lives, which of course the post-communists called it an old bovli. For kitsch, the price of which was covered by the "thief government" from the morsels taken from the mouths of taxpayers.
You know what, red girls and boys? If that's what they stole, damn it!
Your vile little dirtiness hides itself, because when you plant on the neck of the country, you also set off fireworks. With a tragic ending.
It's not the fireworks that pique your interest, but what the wonderful presentation says: our past is ancient and great, our traditions, historical and mythical figures are also part of our Hungarianness. Because you don't like it when we have uplifting moments, right? They were terrified when the word "Hungarian" was mentioned, when the national symbols, the Holy Crown, or the figures of the Hungarian folktales were mentioned, and for you it was a disaster if these also appeared in the sky. And it's downright intolerable when the overwhelming majority stare at the attraction in awe. After all, everything is only good for you if it is bad for others , because every successful, joyful moment increases the government's popularity. So, instead of rejoicing, it is better for Hungarians to grieve, it is better if everything is bad, depressing and dramatic. Hang your heads sadly. If so, will it be good?
You still haven't woken up, even though the cold shower on April 3 poured down on you. You still don't understand that the majority of you are a minority, and the dog doesn't care about your opinion either. You have no idea about this country, nor about the mentality of its inhabitants, on the contrary, you have the right to make fun of anything that is sacred in the eyes of the majority. Your friend was also the scumbag who slandered the Holy Crown as a beret, you are the ones who de-Nazified the Turul monument, while you made a pact with registered Nazis without batting an eye.
And you are also the ones who, through your representatives, attack your own country wherever possible. Like kindergarteners, I rush to complain (in the past to Uncle Moscow, now Aunt Brussels) that that ugly child has hit back, let him be punished! Pathetic.
But where did I go? After all, it was about fireworks. Well, neither I nor the majority regret the forints spent on our entertainment. Do you know what we are sorry for? How much of our money goes to you. Unfit for representatives, court fools, enemies of Hungarians. You are the real bully.
Well, just go on and on, diligently build your own castles in the air. We'll be content with the sights on August 20 - and the magnificent fireworks display, which must have cost you a lot, on April 3.
It was at least as spectacular as the St. Stephen's Day just a year ago.
Author: György Tóth Jr
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