The fact is that you are not hidden, the people you fight against on a daily basis are simply not interested in you.
As the saying goes: Know a bird by its feather, a man by his friend. But now I'm seriously confused, because I can't decide who you can get to know from: Edina Pottyondi from Róbert Puzsér or the other way around?
They certainly have a lot in common. If I want to define it elegantly, they are all government critics. If in their own style... but not, I wouldn't go down that far.
Puzsér's hatred of the government doesn't deserve a word, we know it, we see it. And he gives voice to this hatred every step of the way, constantly balancing on the edge of a fit of rage. But who cares about an eternal poison bag? Of course, if he was a journalist, and according to his profession he would be, he might be able to evaluate more calmly, but that much would be too much to expect from him. He is the epitome of the eternal snitch, the type of person who degrades and belittles everything, who attacks anyone and anything like a wild badger. In short, he's a guy with a regrettably sick ego.
However, he has a partner, a certain Edina Pottyondi, well, she is someone! Humorist! True, without the slightest hint of humor, but he tries.
He can make such "jokes" as, for example: "It is also a disturbing mystery why the vampire gallery is called family-friendly, national and Christian" (meaning: the Hungarian government). Cuck-cuck, that's humor! Too bad I don't see what's so funny about it.
This gifted talent, like his partner, is a hyperactive hater, but he has a right to it. In this endlessly dictatorial country, his videos are not banned, he is not vetoed by the oppressive machinery, he can crack his lame jokes at any opposition demonstration, so he is suppressed like a smoked cigarette of the withering variety. The burn is spectacular anyway.
Now the lady remembered how much the NER pushed her into the background from the NatCon conference, which was banned but was held anyway. Because his actions have no place in "institutions maintained by fiduciary local governments".
Well, dear Edina, why would it be? If your "lectures" were accepted in the municipalities that are led by the political trend you viscerally hate, it could be clearly stated that the ladies and gentlemen are masochists.
Have you ever heard of someone inviting the neighbor who shoots at him with an air rifle every day to his birthday party? Who would want to hear what filth, garbage, vile, liar and so on with the title "lecture" hour number. It's nice that they don't welcome you. It's not that you're surprised, it's that you're surprised.
Apart from that, who would want to listen for a long time to a supposed comedian whose lyrics make it impossible to even smile because there is so much lack of wit in them?
I recommend to your attention the same thing that I confess in relation to the highly regarded and beloved János Gálvölgyi, who worked wonders with his brilliant parodies before the regime change, but after the change, all his humor became nothing. Why? Because, dear Edina, you can't squeeze humor out of hate. We have to love the person (what) we are impersonating. This, that is, love, is very difficult for you.
You write: "When an actor, a lecturer, a journalist, a scientist is hidden, interestingly, Balázs Orbán or Zsolt Bayer do not protest" . Unfortunately, you confuse the season with the style, sweet bug.
They don't hide you, the people you fight against on a daily basis are simply not interested in you.
My suggestion: less hate, less ego, and life will soon be beautiful.
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