Now tell me, who would have thought that the Life of Brian was filmed about our Pet?! He and his followers are in almost every iconic scene.
Let's start right away with their relationship with Viktor Orbán and his fourteen-year government:
"Because what did the Romans give us?"
– Sewer network.
- Public administration.
- Medicine.
– Education system.
"Wine."
- Public order.
- Irrigation.
- Road network.
- Plumbing.
- Well, but apart from the canal, medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, aqueduct network, what did the Romans do for us?
This is what our Pet is asking, this is what he asked his supporters, fans and fanatics, and they accept this.
They accept this too.
Then the little injection-molded, battery-lit pocket messiah said to them:
"You have to think for yourself!" You are all individuals!
"Yes, we are all individuals!" roared the crowd in chorus.
"You're all different!"
"Yes, we are all different!" the people chant in chorus.
"I don't," says someone in the crowd, but shrugs it off.
Isn't that how it is, how much they are like that? And anyone who doesn't sing in chorus that he is an individual will be pissed off by our Petike.
It's true, he pisses everyone off. Or screamed. It depends on whether you took your sedatives in the morning and whether you are sufficiently sedated.
For example, you have to be very careful what you ask him or how you call him, them:
"Are you the Judean People's Front?"
"Your good sweet mother!" What about the Judean People's Front? We are the People's Front of Judea.
Sure.
And as such, they are also the only, the real, the unadulterated, the real, the heraldic and the pedigreed opposition.
Everyone else is pretending to be, but he is actually Orbán's man. Built-in agent. Propagandist. His doll. Tentacle. And Péter relates to them accordingly:
"So you attacked us?"
"What, sir?"
"Hit him, captain, but really hard!" Oh, and throw it on the floor!
Well, let's not be unfair, our Pet does not rattle, but the others are fine.
And now here is the new audio recording, which shows in black and white what Péter thinks about his own. About your closest colleagues. In fact: about his fellow representatives. With whom he went to Brussels and took up his mandate, after he declared that he would never go out to Brussels and never take up his mandate, not to mention that the EP representation is the biggest sham in the world.
He said it all.
Then he went out.
And hers clapped and cheered.
Will Peti be good as a demolition hammer, and then will he rule us in Brussels?
And now Peter told me what he thought his were like. They are brain dead. They are unsuitable for everything. They are stupid. Soros agents.
Do you think his fans, followers, colleagues and fellow representatives will turn away from him after this? Come on, please! Haven't you seen Life of Brian? It has this too. When the crowd thinks of a troglodyte, ascetic who embraces silence, that he is the messiah, and they flock around him and plead:
"Oh, Master, tell us something!"
The troglodyte, who accepted silence for a while, is still silent, but then he can't take it anymore and shouts to the fans around him:
"Go, Dad!"
For fans:
"Oh, Master, let's go, father...yes, yes!"
Here we are now.
And soon he'll be singing: "Always look on the bright side of life!"
And even then, he will believe himself.
Because - and this is very important, your neurologist will also have to keep this in mind! - it doesn't believe anything but itself. His only regret is that his spine is not flexible enough, and thus he cannot lick his own pussy either when he is bent over or when he is leaning forward deeply.
Featured image: Tibor Vermes/Demokrata
