He who lacks strength is violent.
If one day, when our generation has already left the stage, and a child asks his old grandfather why we had to be a member of the European Union, the dear grandfather - if he has not yet caught up with the mysteriously spreading disease of dementia , as well as if he wasn't involved in the many unfair EU parties - you can only answer, I don't know why we needed this, it was a mistake, my dear grandson, and unfortunately we got stuck in it like a cart in a pothole.
However, we couldn't fight it out, or we lacked the courage to do so, or we were threatened, in any case, we watched the betrayal of Europe carried out by the EU leaders and their sleuths. They sold their country, honor, viruses, vaccines, everything that the god of money put in front of them.
If the imaginary grandson continues to ask questions, then the grandfather will be able to give quite a lot of examples of how they tried - unfortunately successfully - to break everyone's will so that only and only their onion ideas prevail. We have almost twenty years of experience in the operation of this violent company, which has long since abandoned the original goal of the EU.
I can say that we have visited the EU's kindergarten, then its elementary school, its high school, and even its university in the last twenty years. From our point of view, with little results. Although they played the honey string in front of our noses, unfortunately experience taught us what is best expressed by the saying that
"mother, I didn't want such a horse".
Therefore, we cannot celebrate the full year, i.e. the twentieth year of our accession, with the least bit of happiness, because almost nothing has changed in the European Union during this time. In fact, everything just got worse and worse. We certainly had to endure scenes when a half-mad, certain Cohn-Bendit, a pedophile fool, shouted and scolded the Hungarians. (He realized that we don't like pedophiles.)
We had to endure when a hateful, corrupt and lying Belgian, the recently resigned Verhofstadt, poured his curses on our right-wing government without pause (because he realized that we do not ask for his left-wing advice). Or there was the incredibly violent Viviane Reding, whom I promised myself that I would write about as often as I could, how she divided Estonia after her visit to Hungary in Brussels. In 2011, the Commissioner responsible for fundamental rights called on Hungary to stop its anti-abortion campaign and take down the posters, because it violates the right of self-determination of mothers. Well, our posters said:
"Confession of a fetus: "I also understand if you are not ready for me, but give me up for adoption, let me live.""
Well, this was objected to by Mrs. Reding, and we also had to bear and tolerate it there, in the noble Brussels Union. Later on, that all kinds of ignorant ladies, with the help of traitors at home, scribble reports about us, Hungarians, which are full of lies, not to mention factual errors, but to this day they celebrate these reporters as victorious generals returning from battle.
This number of examples would be enough to show the kind of company we were and have been sitting in for twenty years, but due to the unpredictability of fate, this "celebratory" year also had some surprises. We had to acknowledge that some people walk up and down Brussels with suitcases of money from bribes, nor did they receive money to favor certain countries. The corrupt lady and gentlemen soon appeared at the meetings after a few days in a luxury prison, and everything went on as if nothing had happened. Strictly in the name of morality and decency.
My favorite psychiatrist friend, whom I respect very much, once said in one of her presentations that those who lack strength are violent.
I did not think that I would conclusively discover the truth of the statement precisely in the activities of the European Union. Because we are forced to see this phenomenon every day in the high union. This is where the "trendy", the people mentioned above, as well as their loyal followers set the example, so instead of force, spiritual violence is the harvest. This is what Europe looks like these days. The weekdays are not about its own fate and prosperity, because around this time they are fiddling with sanctions against the Russians, with about as much success as in the past, when the main focus was on the curvature of the cucumber, and the need to introduce dog passports.
Recently, the EU's immensely untalented and ulterior-motive leaders are mostly concerned with the caress and distribution of migrants. It is now clearer than day that they are unable to remedy any problem. During our almost two decades of membership, I don't remember any real success stories. Here, however, is the migrant crisis, the illegal drug trade, the proliferation of criminal cartels, the trans madness, we could surely list Europe's failure stories endlessly. If one day your grandson asks you about all these phenomena, you definitely have to talk to him.
Sometimes, more precisely, more and more often, one has the feeling that now is the time to lay the wreath on the grave of the European Union.
If we don't want it to completely disappear into the abyss of history, then we should act. To whom? Well, it's very hard to say at this time. Those who serve as "choices" today, it is hopeless to accomplish anything with them - apart from destruction.
But hope dies last, and so that there is a little bit of serenity at the end of this legitimately pessimistic article, I am attaching a joke from Székely that I think is appropriate:
"Well, dear father, God will be with you. Where are you going, son? I don't care either, but the wall is leaning on itself."
Featured image: MTI / Imre Földi
