Everyone remembers when in May 2006, after the Ószöd speech was made public, an outraged crowd took to the streets in Pest, the next day they even let the TV headquarters be besieged, Gyurcsányi (sic!) and the then Hungarian Prime Minister (I still can't get over the fact such a sleazy rascal, a no-man's house unfit for both a human and a Hungarian could have this title...) charmed his way into the microphones and cameras with his reverent face and his usual condescending cynicism:
"You can demonstrate. They get bored and go home."
The demonstrations went on for months, they didn't get bored, they didn't go home.
Then came the 50th anniversary of the 1956 revolution, October 23, 2006.
That horrible Monday afternoon, which every Hungarian remembers at least as much as Americans remember 09/11. Almost everyone knows where he was and what he was doing then. Then news came that blood was flowing in Budapest, mounted police officers were wielding their swords, there was crowd dispersal, people were being shot with rubber bullets, and yes, it even happened in Budapest in 2006 that the yard of Magyar Rádió was washed with slag the next day and the blood was cleaned up.
And then we will "jump", as Uncle Pósalaki used to say, here, to today's Hungarian reality, to the month of May 2023, when we still have to wake up to the fact that Láriferi, with his face swollen from a lot of foamy cocoa, is still sitting there in the Parliament, and like a big brown spider, it weaves the web of our public life...
But even this is not enough!
For days the opposition has been kept in a state of excitement by the baboon with the codename "cordon break", at least as much as if the cruiser Aurora had fired the opening shot to overthrow the government. You can't laugh at this anymore, it's all so uninteresting, transparent, ridiculous and pathetic. We know exactly what the game is about and who the game masters are to finally get the power. For my part, I managed the whole thing with what the wine expert from Szemlőhegy said: "It can be displayed. They get bored and go home."
The shooting range dog (by Robert.C.Castel) is not interested in this circus either.
And then this afternoon fb pushed the above picture into my picture…
according to the blog post, these kinds of posters are blooming in the Castle, on Dísz Square. No, not a joke, not a game, a laughable performance, pankration, but an open call for anarchy, coup, execution.
What's going on?
Who are these? Is the Jacobin terror openly preparing again? Has another Robespierre emerged? Does the letter A at the bottom of the poster refer to the infamous Antifa group? Who controls from the background? International or domestic International? How long can you do this? Or is it all a deliberate provocation, so that blood will finally flow again in Budapest? How can they distribute the civil war pictures to the world press?
Are question marks even necessary?
Author: Ködszürkáló
