Is this totally stupid, or is it looking at us like that? Maybe both?
Qui verum dicere non potest - The man who is unable to tell the truth. He is the man with many names, the die-cast messiah, Peti Poloska, or as I call him, Pyotr-Petrovich Vengerský (because it would be a shame to call the momentous gigolo in the European Parliament a Hungarian). He far surpasses the perpetrator Gy. Ferenc, he lies not only in the morning, night and evening, but without interruption 24 hours a day. He lies in voice and image, in writing and in statements, and he refuses to give up this beautiful habit even in his dreams.
Then the statement fits perfectly: Good morning, Péter Magyar lied.
This proposition is so self-evident that it is unnecessary to prove it again and again. However, for the sake of those who are more forgetful, just a few of these statements, which do not contain even a grain of truth:
He will not become a politician - he has become one. There won't be an EU representative - that's it. He doesn't hide behind immunity - but he did. He didn't abuse his wife - it was proven that he did. Juditra Varga didn't close the door - she closed it. He doesn't have a bodyguard - but he apparently does.
According to the little Hungarian hamster, he himself is the truth that walks on two legs, everyone else is lying. The pro-government and opposition press, the reporting policeman, the paramedics, his ex-wife, his ex-girlfriend, anyone who dares to tell the truth about him are lying.
Pyotr-Petrovics medical case.
The mildest of his illnesses is his over-the-top narcissism, much more serious is his morbid persecution mania, which naturally stems from his lack of self-esteem. The propagandist detachment led by Antal Rogán is eavesdropping, monitoring, hanging 2,000 secret agents around his neck, interfering with his internet broadcasts, everything and everyone is bugged, i.e. even his snoring is eavesdropped, robot dogs endowed with artificial intelligence have been released after him (well, let's not exaggerate, but I tried to come up with some even bigger bullshit than the ones he lied about, I confess, unsuccessfully).
The poor detective seriously thinks that he has become such an important comrade that it is worth placing even a single listening device on him. We have to disillusion him, not only him, but the entire TISZA party and all members of his sect are not worth that much.
It is customary to eavesdrop and observe only important people or serious opponents, not clowns.
This is the Betoji figure of Petrovich. He trembles and runs away from the questions of journalists, you know, even from ATV, Egon Rónai hastily pulled the trigger. He has a big mouth when he talks to his own fans, but he turns into a little mouse when he has to participate in a TV program review. He does not even dare to argue with the prime minister's political director, his objection is that he is only willing to get into the ring with Viktor Orbán. But we can be sure that if the prime minister were to descend to the depths where Petrovic is (which there is no chance), he would start a losing battle from the start. Pjotr is a flyweight (or not even that), while Orbán is the heavyweight champion.
Rash, floor within a minute.
Petrovic associates with all kinds of criminals, but when it turns out, for example, about one of his bodyguards or a local activist of his party, that his record is not spotless, to say the least, he cowardly denies that he knows the person at all. Most recently, he does not want to know about one of the black knights of privatization after the regime change, György Raskó, while he himself called him his friend.
Of course, you know, from a bird's feather...
Raskó is the adventurer who, through the privatization of the agriculture and food industry, caused serious damage to Hungary and made a serious profit for himself when he no longer operated as a waster, but as an investor buying below the price. He was everything but a hanged man. MDF, Fidesz, Kisgazdák, adviser to Péter Medgyessy, supporter of Márki-Zay, supporter of Momentum and lo and behold, he arrived at the rear of the TISZA party. But how!
Raskó is now a scandal hero, as he believes (he believed, because his post disappeared from his social media site at lightning speed after the scandal broke), that it would be good for Pjotr-Petrovics' party if hundreds of thousands of old people who vote for Fidesz leave the ranks of the living before the next election. Apart from the fact that human wastes only wish for the death of others - for whatever reason - it is often disgusting when they do this for perceived political gain. Repulsive, nauseating. Such scum shouldn't even come close to politics.
His friend, who doesn't even know him, of course lies that Raskó didn't say that. Formally, perhaps not, because the exact text was published as follows: "what is the typical Fidesz voter like? She is a woman over 65 years of age, has completed at least 8 primary schools, is from a village, has a low income, or has a pension."/..../ "... until the next elections, many people in the order of 100,000 will drop out as voters, while at the same time, 100,000 young people will enter as first-time voters . So time works for the Tisza."
So the old Fidesz voters do not die, but "drop out".
Petrovich, how do you think this can be denied? It's true, you're not bothered by reality, at most to the extent that you're sometimes (almost always) forced to pretend it doesn't exist.
It is true that he should save Raskó from a scoundrel who mocks his own followers, calls them stinkers and bad breath, while he wants to unleash this despised "commando" on his bored lover.
Those who, according to Raskó, will die out? According to them, not only Fidesz's voter base will shrink... György Jelzem Raskó is already 72 years old. I'm just saying…
Does Pjotr-Petrovics think Raskó also stinks? Because we already know that his fans stink, his work stinks and the press that doesn't glorify him, the authorities that contradict him stink too.
Dear TISZA sectarians, bring the deodorants, because here is the man! Your people!
But this stinks for me.
Author: György Tóth Jr
Photo: Tisza Party Facebook
