It's not a big deal, Gyurcsi is writing again. It's his habit, he scribbles all kinds of things in the social media space, because he doesn't care about reality. Or it does bother him, so he doesn't take notice of it. Cleverly!

Fletó is a very smart guy, that's why he thinks a lot. He's delirious. This time, he complains that Viktor Orbán is running a "secret campaign". In a rather non-judgmental manner, the prime minister never once announced to him where he would appear that day. It's clear that because he's running away from Gyurcsány - by the way, I wouldn't expect it either - he must be terrified of this Karakan guy. Perhaps from Mrs. Gyurcsány, who otherwise follows her husband as a shadow, which is why she could also be a shadow prime minister. Fleto's shadow.

Gyurcsány then sarcastically lists what he thinks the government has not achieved "secret" successes in. He mentions the coronavirus epidemic, and rightly so, because he and b. his wife fought the virus with thousands, as up to 30 mouth masks were donated to a hospital. Please, yes, performance! Not like the government, who only procured ventilators and vaccines, without waiting for that nice person, Ursula, to place the order with Pfizer via SMS. Is this a success? A trifle!

And how ridiculous is it to mention sanctioned inflation? After all, inflation skyrocketed for some reason when the EU geniuses started playing with sanctions. In other words: inflation had nothing to do with the sanctions, except that it happened because of them. No, please, the speaker of the Ószöd villainous speech said this a long time ago: It was because of Orbán. All over Europe because of him. And the moon is waning because of it. (On the other hand, we owe Holdtölté to DK...)

Brother Ferenc, who often swears, also brags about the fact that "we took Brussels", but he is not the least bit upset that the siege has not yet begun. It seems like a good idea that Fletó should take his daily memory-boosting medicine, but he regularly forgets it. Of course, since he did not take the medicine, the woman also forgot to tell him, he is bound by the shadowing.

Then comes the exalted moment when this genius betrays the prime minister and his government. We can have no doubt that he already knows, since he lied "morning, night and evening" with great practice. So he has every right to mention lies, he has a daily practice in them. But that's how it is when a robber calls a thief.

I'm afraid that compared to the thickness of Fletó's skin, the skin of the rhinoceros is only thin tissue paper.

At the end of Nagy Ember's post, he also comes up with a big idea, "with a kind of Hungarian directness, let's beat him properly on June 9."

Here's the bitch, Master Fityó! The fact that you have nothing to do with "Hungarian straightness". Your shadow wife in Brussels represents the opposite of the Hungarian, and straightforwardness was never in your arsenal. Instead, there were "hundreds of tricks", which it's better if your followers don't know about. Because the shortest distance between two points is the zig-zag, just like the largest prime number is 11. Or not?

Finally, it is a shame to dream of a beating even if you mean it in a specific physical and not political sense. Because the prime minister has bodyguards precisely because of your kind, but he goes among people without protection. Isn't it interesting?

Dear Comrade Gyurcsány, it would be time for you to hide. The nurses are already looking for him.

Author: György Tóth Jr

Photo: MTI/Róbert Hegedüs