György, Gábor and Péter. They are chosen by the opposition oligarchs who want power, who will do everything to overthrow the Hungarian government. Wired toys. Who bakes his own steak at home, and who in Brussels at the expense of taxpayers. By the way, there are dozens of them.

However, they stand out among those who do not want to cheat their country by ensuring their long-term livelihood through their political commitment.

From the first minute, they attacked the final results of the Hungarian elections, which are not even attacked from abroad, because they were democratic and legal. It doesn't even occur to them that they deserved a self-examination a long time ago, that they fell behind by two-thirds four times. At the very least, he should have stepped off the stage of public life.

Our three hard-working people believe that money has no smell. In the case of György, the red mud disaster or the well-paid smell of prison businesses surrounds his activities. Gábor took the lead in preparing the Brussels report discrediting the Hungarian rule of law, probably for good money. If anyone can be said to be a fake civilian, it is György and his son. Their backs have long been worn out by the ropes of being tied to opposition parties.

Peter is different. Now he is awakened by the "courage" of domestic violence. It can also be burnt dough, since it is not appropriate to go before the voters while clinging to your wife's skirt, accumulating status and avoiding work. Becoming a public figure, he went to work for the government. The vest hangs on his figure and ideas collected from others. He must soon realize that he is not the Hungarians' messiah. P. Howard's nonsense is at most "a pair of beers". It seems that no one accepts it, neither from the left nor from the right. It is a great achievement that there is still a moral limit.

We, real civilians, do not believe in the myth of neutrality. We like to see something black or white. Pink lace is not a career in politics, since the burning red has already been sacrificed.

László Csizmadia