And its voters are not voters, but zealots damaged by religion. Our task is to take care of the sofa and the pistachios to crunch, while we watch that just enough people get excited about it, as will be enough to maintain the glass ceiling of Gyurcsány quality. Written by Áron Ambrózy.
It has been decided: Péter Magyar is not a politician, but a sect leader. It was not me who decided this, but his followers. We like to watch compromising footage of politicians.
In the case of sect leaders, the situation is different, then we deny, we don't believe our own eyes, or we have invented a heretic conspiracy to destroy our idol.
As in ancient dramas, the role of the narrator must first be clarified. For my part, I find nothing objectionable in a well-kept 40-year-old f***ing crispy s*** trying on girls while stumbling drunk. Only the latter usually succeeds for me, but I'm not an anti-drucker, in fact. I am always happy for the successes of my male colleagues.
The adventures of Péter Magyar in the night of Pest were heard by everyone, and half of the press, who are not kept in the same embassy pocket as our hero, are talking about it.
In fact, his production was completely fine, up to the maybe dirty, maybe pissed pants (provided he wasn't pushing with minors in front of him). It's true that it's a bit unusual for a 40-year-old kid from Belbuda to rush at such a suburban pace, but that's his job.
What is not a private matter, however, is the reaction of fans, believers and followers.
For example, it took several hours for Telex, who has just been drawn poetically, to recognize their new dream boyfriend in the recordings, to whom they are feeding (platonic) love these days on their keyboards. For them, Péter is like Gergely Karácsony was a few years ago, minus 50 centimetres. The target persons equally need constant positive feedback and confirmation, since they basically know how much they are worth, but the flattering lies of the mainstream press make them forget their own mediocrity for a while.
However, his fanatical followers in the comment field do not believe their eyes, but also their master, despite the fact that he himself wrote about the evening of the curve - of course, strongly resenting himself.
It wasn't him - they claim, but even if it was him, nothing out of the ordinary happened, every Hungarian used to party, and Tóni's skill is behind it all. A vile, disparaging campaign on the mountain, against Péter, a miracle worker born from starlight, who is once again a victim of the NER. Like when this expensive, capitalized PERSON was forced to head Diákhitel Zrt. His more ardent followers even add that anyone who spreads bad things about the messiah should be killed.
Once again, what I wrote at the beginning: we like to watch compromising footage of politicians, just as we like to see them in handcuffs on TV. Because they are politicians, and we are voters who, even if they like a few politicians, still have fun when they fail. Because it's still funny to drop from a height.
All this is not true for sect leaders. In fact!
It was not by chance that my endlessly cynical colleague also had the image from American movies yesterday, when the sect leader gathers crowds of madmen around him, full of young people he leads, with whom he organizes wild orgies, while making his followers believe that the divine truth (replacing the NER) is his the way leads through his body and core.
And when dark clouds gather over their beloved master, they prefer to take poison so that they don't have to watch his downfall.
It seems that despite the fact that he appears in the Tisza paper as a party, the upper-middle-class arboretum owners, who regularly complain about Fidesz's shortcomings in lifestyle, follow Péter Magyar with sectarian worship. Everything is free for him, it is made of special material, if he stumbles around in Pest night in wrinkled pants, it also proves that he has a completely organized life and that he read classic literature at home that day. He was definitely born to lead this much-suffering people out of Orbán's desert. And there is nothing to shake them from their swooning adoration.
It has already become apparent on other occasions how value-based and inconsistent the so-called opposition behavior is,
it only consists of O1G. They hate the NER because of the corruption, and then they enthusiastically and happily vote for the most corrupt city leaders and those bodies where the prison truck visits more often than the pizza delivery man.
They hate the NER because of the urisization, then they vote for that peppercorn boy, who seemed to have sprung from Péter Jakab's imagination to frustrate the little man with his wealth procured from public money. They hate the NER because of Orbán's personal cult, while they are building a 1,500-ton version of it for Péter Magyar, who is enough to see him to recover.
According to reports, he not only gave hope to the hopeless, but also treated several diseases, including erectile problems, just by being listened to and watched in a square.
Everything points to the fact that Péter Magyar is not a politician, but a sect leader. And its voters are not voters, but zealots damaged by religion. Aka. sheep.
Our task is to take care of the sofa and the pistachios to crunch, while we watch that just enough people get excited about it, as will be enough to maintain the glass ceiling of Gyurcsány quality.
Because Péter Magyar is in very good shape, even in the next 20 years he can be the inevitable and unavoidable leader of the opposition, behind whom we must unite, but he will never win a majority. And he was anointed for this role by the power of the sect. Brick by brick.
Cover photo: Péter Magyar, vice-president of the Tisza Party, leader of the list in the European Parliament
Source: MTI/Róbert Hegedüs
