This time, in the interim local government election in Pesterzsébet, the left was confronted with the fact that despite the war, the crisis, the EU's cackling and inflation, people still prefer to vote for the government party candidate, even in a traditionally left-wing district. As the journalist of Népszava expressed his thoughts, equivalent to the invention of Spanish wax: "the political other side cannot, is not able to offer an alternative that would convince the voters. He would convince me that the opposition, if it takes the reins, can bring about a reassuring change."

Oh well. The opposition is simply unable to present a useful alternative. What he says, what he represents, what he is and how he behaves repels the majority. We don't vote for Orbán either because he bought us or because we are completely stupid, but because his words and actions resonate with what we want and what we consider important. If someone else came up with a fair, national, value-oriented program and put reliable, credible people alongside it, then maybe a competition could develop in which good and even better, realistic but ambitious programs would collide, and the winner could be believed to take the country forward. country. Unfortunately, for the time being, the left cannot enter this competition, because they hate Hungarians, despise and mock faith, family and country.

They are haughty, arrogant, and we already have personal experience of many of them, what they do with power; why should we vote for them?

Of course, government support does not mean complete identification. Now, for example, in connection with the soccer World Cup final, I noticed that sympathy for the Argentines became the guiding principle on the government side. Since I didn't (also) receive a message about this, I can admit that since the 1978 World Cup - when the hosts Argentina defeated us with the help of the referee and then won the whole tournament - I have always supported them; I'm not even crazy about Messi. That still didn't make me like the French, despite the fact that Mbappé or Upamecano's ancestors could not be from Trianon. And the fact that the French national team turned out to be so colorful (or maybe even monochromatic) is primarily the fault and sin of the ancient French; from their historical responsibility until recently, when they themselves created a biological and spiritual vacuum to ultimately have to triumph with alien gladiators. There is no doubt that football has a huge marketing power, which the liberals have recently realized. Although they despise the original values ​​of football - masculinity, perseverance, uncompromising will to win, belonging to a community, national and club loyalty - they sensed the possibility of advertising. They try to use the sport for a kind of gender propaganda, to forcefully convert their strange and alien ideology. In this, the Qataris stopped them for a moment, but if they do not receive definite red cards, they will continue. Over time, we will not count the proportion of different races in the teams, but how many gays, bi- and transsexuals, lesbians and queers will take the field, and they will complain if there are too many heterosexuals on the pitch.

For the time being, however, the event also has an inherent image of the country, which mainly the smaller nations could experience; in the past few weeks, billions of people have learned that Morocco is also in the world, and hundreds of millions have searched on the map, globe, and the Internet to find out where Croatia is located. Perhaps it also turned out that it is the country of the Holy Crown, in personal union with the Kingdom of Hungary for 900 years. For us, this is where the benefits of the World Cup came to an end.

In the cover photo, Argentina captain Lionel Messi kisses the FIFA World Cup, the World Cup trophy, after his team won 4-2 in the penalty shootout after extra time of the 3-3 extra time match between Argentina and France in the final of the 2022 FIFA World Cup in Qatar at the Loszaíl Stadium. on December 18. MTI/EPA/Ronald Wittek