I am extremely disappointed. I expected much more from Pressman, from the deep state, from the United States' secret services - from which secret documents leak like the sewage from Bá Józsi's cesspool on Bőnyrétalop - and in general: from this fantastic "world power".

Which always reminds me of Shaw's brilliant novel The Lion Cubs, which also includes the sentence that a ship captain screamed into his radio: "My
engines don't have enough power to pull a sick...blood out of the toilet!"

This was already demonstrated by the United States when it withdrew from Afghanistan (what a withdrawal it was, my friend!), but still: we thought more than that, comrades!

First of all, I have to admit - in vain, the hubris! - when I read for the first time in the two newsletters of the American deep state and the secret services, on 444 and on Dezső Bandi on HVG, that people "close to the Hungarian government" and influential persons are also banned from the United States, including press workers, immediately to myself I thought.

And it's been a long time since I've been as proud as when I thought that Pressman was going to announce that I was banned from the United States of America. I would have been very happy, because I would have achieved the greatest achievement of my life so far, that is, that the American "Democrats" of the death cult are afraid of me. Not to mention that America would still be mine. Jack London, Kerouac, Hemingway (although he was really a Russian agent, but he was a genius), Poe, Bierce, Twain, Coppola, the Cohen brothers and Töki's America would have remained my America. And the America of exterminated Indians, Cooper's America too - the America that will soon be completely banned and wiped out by the woke, Pressman's sick, death-cult America.

I thoroughly paid for my hubris.

Pressman came out, ten minutes late, which necessarily increases interest, and announced that a Hungarian official of the International Investment Bank, Imré Laszlóczki, had been sanctioned. Well, poof for him. And then what do we do with our poor stupid dollar media after all this?

How can we trust them from now on? In 444, in Uncle Gyuri Soros' home paper (really, shouldn't Soros be banned from Hungary?), and in Dezső Bandi, who, how can I say it... Do you understand? They've been writing for thirty-six hours, they're just writing their desires, creating the illusion of being well-informed, and then bring you an Imre Laszlóczki. Although it is quite outrageous that the United States sanctions anyone, I repeat, anyone from Hungary, we do not get caught up in such little things anymore. But still...

So the deep state sends this Pressman here as an activist, a nuisance no-man's house, a pressure-exerting cheese-cat, and in the end he runs so far that he appears at the world's shortest, most uninteresting, laughable, most unnecessary press conference with Imre Laszlóczki, and then looks around happily and proudly like Tom the cat right before Jerry Mouse sets his tail on fire... That was a pathetic little stunt, Mr. Pressman. So truly unworthy of the great cause, the cause of destroying normality, democracy, important human identities, the past, history and all other human things.

We expected more from you. Because as one of our dearest friends said at the time: it doesn't matter at what level a person wanders. And this, Mr. Ambassador, is not a standard.

This is Rhine level. We expected more from you and your owners.

Source: Hungarian Nation

Author: Zsolt Bayer

Image: Szilárd Koszticsák