It is a great joy for us, a very great joy. We have an opposition that has had a children's room, which is why it bravely stands up against the evil Orbán government, it bravely organizes demonstrations against the constructions called cordons that surround construction areas, not to mention the insinuations and even bullying of EU investigative committees.

It's a pity that this courage only extends to the extent of secretly inviting their foul-mouthed saviors (and those whom the maiden can mobilize) to summer camp, casually telling them how to organize violent movements and how to find an ideology for what is illegal. It is a pity that in their great courage - after their fall - they boldly lied that they had anything to do with what they organized and

it's a shame that women and children are sent to the police instead of themselves as witnesses of wonderful human greatness.

Oh, no! They weren't even there. The ones we think we recognize from the videos are not them, at most their lookalikes, as was the case with the drug dispenser in Kispest. And they don't even throw energy drink cans, screws and other souvenirs at the police, they only serve what they can throw with. Well, not really, because we clarified earlier that they weren't even there, maybe just the ghost of Hamlet's father. Yes

anyway, they are not used to throwing policemen, throwing smoke grenades between them with a maximally curved movement.

Then they prove that the unleashed aggressiveness is ultimately nothing more than tea-stirring nonsense. Piously, they reassure everyone in a Facebook post that "a few discarded small objects" are nothing, let's be happy if that's "only" what happens at every demonstration. And really, let's rejoice, after all, they could "drop" hand grenades among the police, let's be grateful that they didn't, because they are so peaceful. Or rather Pious.

They are completely fed up with being unfairly accused of being traitors. Lie! They are the real patriots who

they are working day and night to make sure that not a single euro from Brussels, which otherwise belongs to us, arrives in the country they are betraying.

The dollars should only roll here from Washington, because they roll to the right place, into their pockets. Good for you, Orbán, good for you, government, good for you, sinful nation. Now you are suffering because you voted for those who, as they explained for years, should not be allowed to vote for.

Aren't they right? As Uncle Besenyő Pista said, I am not only right now, but I was right before. And if I go further, I will be right there too. There you go, I'm right again!

It is also a big Fidesz lie that the salary increase for teachers cannot be higher because the opposition in Brussels feels it is their patriotic duty to prevent the transfer of amounts due by law to Hungary. Not true! We don't get money because Brussels withholds it.

We also want Hungary to receive the sums due to it, we just have to persuade them not to give it to us!

How different does it sound? We do have the plight of teachers close to our hearts, that's why we organize the cordon-breaking demonstrations. Also, we don't organize it, it's all spontaneous. We discussed this with the nightingale-voiced rose, whom Lili Pankotai (Latin name: Trágárikusz Pankotikusz) and this great revolutionary also screams into the megaphone that can be found in every household... but perhaps it is not appropriate for us to describe what. Although if we think about it more, the highly educated doctor Hadházy has already written about this somewhere and demonstrated it in the Parliament.

It's also a damn Fidesz insult that Trágárikusz Pankotikusz brought this style from home. There was a vile person who attacked his dear father, even though he only announced out of pure kindness that he had the money for which he would gladly shoot the prime minister in the head. Even more despicable is the one who targeted her mother, even though she only urged for the sake of justice that anyone who could should report conservative sites so that Facebook's "independently objective" censors could block them. In the spirit of free expression.

It is not true that this unclassifiable style is natural in the family, because this style is not unclassifiable, but honest.

By the way, her school also had a shaky voice, because they are well sued, because they penetrated the soul of the innocent little girl and, being a church school, did not accept communion with the genitals that came out of Lilike's mouth. In fact, they distanced themselves from his beautiful slime poetry. The parents are right, it would be the duty of a church school dog to give him a certificate of praise for profanity and five stars in Hungarian language and literature.

Well, please, after all this, we only have a few small questions left, which we have to ask with our heads down, albeit ashamed.

What would the opposition call the aggressive "cordon-breaking" demonstrations? A pious, prayerful procession?

What would you call attacks on the police, throwing, cheering. Maybe a diplomatic exchange?

What would you call digging against home? Just for national defense?

What would you call dirty, obscene "poetry"? For poetry equal to János Arany?

What would you call it if someone doesn't consider the prime minister's headshot to be reprehensible? Is it a philanthropic gesture?

Only Trágárikusz's mother can be understood. Not that she organizes an action against Christian-conservative websites and journalists, but that she wants to protect her daughter at any cost, even if what her child does is indefensible. That's what mothers do. Although perhaps more time could have been devoted to raising the little girl, she would not need protection now

Speaking of which, one more word Lilike. I admit that I also failed chemistry (I would still fail today, because even after all these years I don't know, but I don't care, what covalent bonding is), it's also true that I hung around a lot at school, but I had enough brains to I miss one less class than the one after which I can no longer graduate. It's interesting that, despite all of this, my mouth still can't handle swearing (I'm not saying that I don't say something like that once in a while, but never in company). However, I didn't have a children's room (the apartment was small for that and there were too many of us siblings).

It may have belonged to Lilike (and his friends from Ballibs, his "fellow politicians"), but for what? Ladies and gentlemen (as well as non-binary ones), it's not all about children's rooms!

Author: Jr. György Tóth

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