What a great joy it would be for me if I could take them all back in time, to uncle Kádár's pastry shop for half a year, to Ceausescu's hell for half a year, and then we would crush the dictatorship.
Raise your hand who paid for this! Anyone who wanted this should apply! Confess who imagined this future around the time of the regime change! Nobody? I'm not surprised... The world we dreamed of back then is no more. Maybe it never was, and only in our dreams and illusions, it was as beautiful and rich and free and perfect as we believed then. I don't know that, and I will never know. But it was definitely better than what we have now. The Western world has become stupid in its work, and it is slowly eliminating its "work". Concerns worthy of a man - those were the first to get there.
It always happens when prosperity is too great and freedom becomes the norm. Then it's only a matter of time before the generation arrives that will completely become stupid and create unworthy problems for itself. He'll go to all kinds of extremes to finally feel important, then he'll destroy everything and start all over again. We have arrived here.
The other day, I read a lot of disparaging articles in the specialized press about how horrible this clock change is. It's unbearable, disgraceful, does bad things, subverts, you can't sleep at this time. God... How I envy their problems... I wonder how much these unfortunates would deal with the horrors of clock change while shivering in a trench or starving with a spider's stomach? Just waiting every three years for the blue passport, with which you can travel to the West, but it is not certain that you will get that blue one, it is not certain that the block trust will sign your application, and at all...
They really think they live in a dictatorship. What a great joy it would be for me if I could take them all back in time, to uncle Kádár's pastry shop for half a year, to Ceausescu's hell for half a year, and then we would crush the dictatorship. I would watch them stand in line for four hours for a pair of jeans, and then for a pair of Alföldi slippers.
And then they would receive the call-up, they would travel to Ercsi as a pontoon bridgeman, in the arms of staff sergeant Csicó and engineer-major Róbert Veres. But there is no such thing anymore. Fortunately. But there is instead what we have now. The clock change is plagued by gender problems.
Who am I really? A woman in a man's body or a man in a woman's body? Or just an idiot s...ggfej who doesn't know what to do in his life? And where have our old, dear, old conservative sanders gone? They marched into immortality. And the I don't even know what arrived in their place. But it is certain that they are completely unnecessary.
And I stare at them and hum Tamás Cseh:
[…] There is a verkli in my head, which makes music like this: / I survived everything, half-decisive regimes. / A Hungarian survivor, titular warrior / on broken legs, but standing before you. / My son became neurotic, he couldn't stand the changes, / and I look at my grandson, I see that he is a weak figure. / How will these survivors be, something is going wrong here, / I would like to ask who will know Hungarian here in a hundred years? / And as I look at you, none of them are concrete hard, / so they fly to the first wind! What will happen? I ask.
That way. Exactly like that. And in Van Gogh's pictures, tomato soup drips - and the fools have saliva on their cheeks. And Shakespeare is taken out of the prime minister's residence, from the hall of the immortals, because... It doesn't matter what they say, why... It doesn't matter what they say at any time... It doesn't matter if they're alive... It's all so woke... And what the wake? The total blackout. "Stop oil" and Greta Thunberg. They should all be taped to the asphalt, but in a very secluded place. But it's not like that and it won't be like that. Here they are, here they all are. They sprung from the minds of the idiotic, therefore Marxist lecturers of the universities, and set out to completely erase the past. In the meantime, they shout "exterminate the Jews!" and wave Palestinian flags. Communists, antifa, horsemen.
They don't like the system. Nowhere, no system. "Where denial sets foot, it will turn your world upside down" - this is what they profess, this is what they believe, this is what they do, without the intelligence and elegance of Lucifer. A bunch of Jacobin idiots. As far as the eye can see. They were manufactured by artificial unintelligence and they stink. Especially their mouths. They take to the streets to overthrow the world.
The Bolsheviks of the 1950s, 1960s, and 1970s moved to the West and hate everything - the words of master Egon Friedell are becoming reality again before our eyes:
That was the beginning of the magnificent novel that caused so much admiration and horror in Europe. Its three protagonists: first of all, Jean-Paul Marat, this mad cellar rat, for whom the blockage of the public sewer system gives him the opportunity to jump out of his latrine and devour everything in a frenzy. [...] Filthy, obsessed, freak, bloodthirsty, and filled with unquenchable hatred against everyone who washes, is sane, and is free from bloodthirsty - in a word, a typical representative of the revolutionary scum, the underground existences that come from lumpen taverns, the darkness of crumbling workshops, forest hideouts and suddenly emerge from underground holes.
These are the immortal and perfect lines of Egon Friedell, which he wrote about the leading figures of the great French Revolution. And we see them running wild again everywhere. They are everywhere. The eternal lumpenproles who are always ready to be hanged and lynched. The real mob, which hasn't changed a bit since the bloodlust of the Roman arenas.
They came to beat "Nazis" in Budapest last February. These were handed to him by the police the other day in Brussels, in front of the Hungarian House. Because there was a book presentation in there that didn't win them over. They are hunting Jews in Amsterdam. They set fire to the trams in the same place, they collide again and again everywhere and are deposited, hard and thick, like guano.
They are the ones who loot stores all over America and are outraged if anyone dares to call looting looting, they invented the BLM movement and set the US on fire because a drug addict had a heart attack during a police action.
They pour down humanity's greatest creations with anything, and then scream with stupid faces in front of the freshly poured image.
They stick to the roads because they think it will be better, they "protect" the environment, but without their smartphones they would die in five minutes.
They are fans of all foreigners, migrants, others, it doesn't matter, just don't have my own blood, don't have my own culture, don't have anything legal continuity, don't have my father and mother, don't be heterosexual, don't be feminine and especially don't be masculine.
They want to open up the world so that all nations and nationalities cease, there is no more past, no heritage and no eternity, no God, no eo ipso good and eo ipso bad, no unquestionable values, no traditions, there shouldn't be genders and there shouldn't be families, but if there are families, they shouldn't be made up of women, men and children, no way, let the seventy-two types of gender identity live, and at the same time ban psychiatry, close all brothels, destroy churches and altars.
Their mania is drug liberalization, they adore the zombies living on the outskirts of big cities, they applaud each other, moved by their stupid and unnecessary "creations", Fannika, the transgender prostitute who moves in with the homeless, "ugly is beautiful and ugly is beautiful", may all normality and all normality perish .
According to them, we shouldn't drive cars, don't fly, don't heat, don't use atoms, gas, oil, coal, wood, but there should be electric field and delicious heat, we shouldn't eat meat, because the cow is sick, although the cow is sick even if we don't happen to eat it yes, but still. They want to understand everything and everyone except the normal, because they despise and hate it. They deny and laugh at their own family and past and all the generations that came before them, they "boomer" while in heaven they have added nothing, nothing to this world.
They took communism to the other side, holding it in their teeth...
And these will bring to life the extreme of the opposite sign of themselves. If the goal is for these (neo)Marxists, antifas, and communists to kill each other with the (neo)Nazis, the brown shirts, then we are on the right track.
But is that the goal? Where did we screw up? What has our world become and why has it become the way it is? Can someone answer? And if I have already summoned him here, let me ask him:
Existence if you're completely drained / who loves cricket-violin? / Who breathes flame on a bare branch? / Who will climb the rainbow? / Who will cry and hug the rock / hips into a soft hantu field? / Who nicknamed the wall / hairs, arteries? / And who builds a cathedral for maddened faiths / out of swearing? / Life if it is completely drained, / who scares the vulture! / And who carries Love in his/her teeth to the other shore!
Anyway, at the end of László Nagy's last interview, István Kormos asks him:
"Let's say this movie survives." What do you say to those who will be sitting across from you in a hundred or five hundred years? He replies:
"If they have human faces at all, I'll kiss them." If they have a human spirit, I will let them know, I will tell them that this is all I could do for them...
It hasn't been five hundred, not even fifty years. But do we still have a human face? Do we still have a human spirit?
Featured image: Tamás Kaszás / Index
