Yes, dear, I want to live in a country just like today's Hungary.
where the Basic Law begins: "God, bless the Hungarians!";
where there is no war, and we hope there won't be, because this government is resisting;
where I can keep my family and friends safe;
where the national border is taken seriously;
where there is order;
where it is not possible to keep a weapon at home, you always have to be a member somewhere, in some hunting club, shooting range or association;
where the mother is a woman and the father is a man, and not vice versa;
where our children in kindergarten/school cannot be mentally damaged by hairy-legged, bearded dragon queens;
where people cannot declare themselves to be stool-legs, and cannot be married to a table or to themselves;
where storybooks and youth literature are not singled out under the heading of sensitization;
where there is no common toilet for women and men;
where there is no "soft drug" and drug liberalization;
where churches are not converted into Internet cafes, but renovated;
where nature is also God's temple;
where the Holy Trinity is not Marx-Engels-Lenin;
where patriots are not called Nazis;
where Hungarians stranded outside the border are also considered to belong to the Hungarian nation;
where families are helped with all their might;
where pensioners are not pitied, but appreciated and financially supported;
where 1956 is not a counter-revolution;
where the role models are not the Great Whites and Pankotails, but Nemecsek and Dobó;
where traitorous Donats are called names and despised;
where the head of government cannot be someone who calls the Holy Crown the "insignia of royalty";
and where our National Anthem begins: "God, bless the Hungarians!".
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Featured image: Árpád Kurucz / MN
