I like to give gifts to others, because giving is a joy. I guess I'm not alone in this. However, it doesn't matter who gives what and when. Above all, I don't like the Christmas presents that come during the year.
"What did the Romans do for us?"
– the question is asked in the movie Life of Brian, followed by a long list: water supply, sewerage, roads, and so on. All good things, but they hate them anyway.
"What did Christmas do for us?"
- we can ask, and then a long list follows: life-threatening bicycle lane markings, thoughtless road renovations with super congestion, huge parking fee increases, bridge and quay closures, insect hotels which, if they attracted wasps, for example, would drive people away from bus stops, weed fields derided as bee pastures, 3,000 dismantled waste collector and, of course, the town hall and climate emergency, which did not exist when it was announced, but have now been done. Oh, and lest I forget, Budapest's Biden gave the invisible fundraising boxes with very visible hundreds of millions, mostly in euros and pounds. Geri (alias baby Ali), who wished for a fairy tale, also gifted the capital with forty clueless advisers. Baby Ali was also forty. So it's all bad things, but they praise it. The brainwashed Fidesz haters. They also feel sorry for him, because he is such a cute kid, a grown-up kindergartner.
And it is. It was enough for him that the kindergarten teacher toasted him, it had already turned out that the government was bleeding Budapest, the coffers were empty.
Empty? But apparently there is still money, apparently it runs on green stakes and apparently they have been placed everywhere they shouldn't be.
In vain, if you listen to forty different advices of forty advisers at the same time, this is what you get. Stake, as we used to call an insufficient grade.
Everyone has the right to be wrong, although perhaps not equally. If I make a mistake in my work, at most the writing will appear incorrectly, although the main or daily editor may still notice the typo, and if he does, he will correct it. If one of the mayor's "experts" suggests nonsense and they don't send him to a warmer climate, but implement his brilliant idea, the daily editors (meaning the deputy mayor from Hadoszlopnyi) and the editor-in-chief (at Christmas, but not only on the two days of the year) would have to correct, improve.
It would be, but it won't be, on the contrary. In my mind's eye, I see many geniuses putting their heads together and coming up with ideas. They don't discuss how to fix what has been axed, ah, that's out of the question.
The job of someone who is stupid for a salary of millions is not to admit his mistake, but to explain it.
He claims that whoever God gave a desk to, he also had to add a mind, that is, according to God's will, he is automatically smart and flawless.
And the common people should take it easy, the word of the people does not rise to the height of the sphere of the City Hall. In any case, the very expert German foreign minister is there, his example hovers before the eyes of the Karácsonys. That kind, antipathetic woman, that Baerbock, told the Hepcia-loving voters well that she doesn't care what they want. He only listens to one opinion, his own. And he is always right.
The people of Karácsony are also right, the roads that cyclists pass through, and in some cases the width of an airport runway, must be protected from rowdy, dirty, trashy, vile and in every way contemptible motorists, with stakes that would even stop tanks. Because (allegedly!) this is what the majority voted for. At least five.
The word of the people is the word of God, who, according to them, doesn't even exist in everyday life, but it's a trump card if you can refer to it.
Who cares that, when the catastrophic effect of the impaling is already visible, tens of thousands demand the reversal of the...stabbed change? Five people, but maybe ten (and the liberal-Bolshevik municipal government) voted for it. The coffers are (allegedly) empty, the government has bled Budapest, the capital is already dying on the band-aid, without a single drop of blood, but its last strength (and it was still scraped from somewhere, almost a hundred million) is still doing something good. Then he exhales.
Also, no, not out, but in. The toxic exhaust gas of man-made congestion. After all, the climate emergency is important to Karácsony. Did you claim that there is no such thing? Well now it is! And it will happen, because Chief of Staff Balogh Soma promised this, they will continue to create healthy harm. They keep piling on.
Despite this, Gergely Karácsony has followers, not a few. It is not known who, after four years of city destruction, are the people living with closed eyes and plugged ears who would vote for him again without thinking (because if they thought, they wouldn't do that), but there are. This is what the public opinion polls show. That is, it is not impossible that he will be authorized for another five years, which is enough time to destroy the capital to the ground.
Of course, only if you don't kill Budapest before the voting. We already know the method: pulling into stakes.
Author: György Tóth Jr
Cover image: Illustration / Excerpt from the movie Life of Brian (screenshot)
