According to the usual sleight of hand of dollar servility, when P. Magyar sends them to their mother, the Soros slaves defend the indefensible falsity of their leader with surreal glorification. Beautiful.
In the porn industry, however, this type of activity has an adequate name, it is called felsz@pás, which roughly corresponds to the leader of the elkXrás brought to public life by Gyurcsány.
László Szily already takes a stand in the title: The government propagandist tried to tease Péter Magyar, and he started singing to him that the sun never shines in the prison window.
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Then he continues:
"Péter Magyar added Hungarian punk classics to his repertoire. The propagandist of Hír Tv tried to ask the opposition leader after his meeting in Székesfehérvár on Friday whether Tisza receives support from abroad, for example from Manfred Weber or the People's Party. In response, Magyar sang the classic punk hit Aurora to him, according to which
The sun never shines in the prison window,
the years pass like a fleeting moment
While the propagandist shouted louder and louder, Magyar continued to sing with an unflappable face,
that the sun shines brightly and the light sparkles,
only my heart is sad when I think of you
then she waved him goodbye, turned and left.
The current state of mind of the government propaganda is indicated by the fact that the video about it was not blocked and destroyed, but was posted by them themselves."
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Isn't it great? Isn't it wonderful?
The collegiality of 444 is downright impressive, the story could only be more rounded if they themselves pushed the colleague into the Danube.
Anyone who is a government propagandist, of course, jokes, and even rants.
According to 444, asking valid questions of public interest (who is the financier?) at a public event in an absolutely normal tone is heckling and yelling. Down with him! Isn't that right, Szyli?
Of course, when the staff of the Soros blog direct their questions to the prime minister leaving the church, or when they attack the ex-president of the republic, who has not been a public figure for a long time, leaving a pastry shop, that is the profession in capital letters. Well of course.
The most beautiful, however, is when Szily worries about the mental state of government propaganda.
This tactic was also used in the memorable crotch grabbing of Péter Magyar in the European Parliament, from which you can tell that when their current candidate is really indefensible, they attack the media who are doing their job: reporting.
Is this really a state of split consciousness there at 444? Or do you have that money? The two are not mutually exclusive.
However, the situation is that in the ominous video Uncle Reality also sees what anyone who is not stuck down there in the post-truth sect:
the reporter is doing her job and tries to ask Péter Magyar, who is preparing to lead the country, at a public event, but he, as usual, wants to send a message instead of an answer, and after realizing that he is not dictating the pace, he starts a surreal performance.
He hums a campfire song (and not a punk classic) so falsely and so nervously that the viewer is overcome with a secondary sense of shame.
Because this production was neither witty nor sarcastic.
Even a mayoral candidate would have looked embarrassingly stupid, let alone a prime ministerial candidate.
Let's just imagine that on April 12, 2027, Prime Minister Péter Magyar will be asked by a reporter from Politico in Brussels about where a thousand billion forints from the budget went, before he starts humiliating the Megastar qualifier Faék Pistije:
"Golden rain on the nice little house, golden rain on my family, alas..."
Featured image: Péter Molnár / Hajdú-Bihari Napló (via Magyar Nemzet)