I am returning shortly before 22.00 from another very good concert at the New Bulgarian University in support of Ukraine. I’m breaking the latest news. On A skinny woman rises on the TV screenwho looks at me badly. Apart from looking at me badly, something is bothering me.
I was furious for a second: Who are you, skinny and bad-looking woman, that you will fight with me? However, I listened and realized that (unlike Boyko Borissov and his allied fascists) he was not scolding me. He quarrels with Ukrainian refugees.
She fights, this skinny, bad-looking and ugly woman, with women and children who escaped the war. And they let their husbands die in this war in order to have a country to return to.
Her name was Konstantinova. She was the head of the refugees. And she informs them that they are rubbish to which she will no longer have mercy: “Protection is a right, not an obligation!” militia. If she was from NM, let’s forgive her: she came from a village, she can’t do anything, she became a policeman. But not. She is not from NM. Which doesn’t stop her from not understanding the basics: if a person is entitled to something, it means that some other people have an obligation to respect that right.
So far – a spectacular ignorance of basic things clarified in Europe around the 17th century.
However, she did not stop there: “I will not allow any more empty buses or empty cars to leave.” After the titanic, universal ignorance, we see a door open to what in NM was called “unity” – “I am the boss, I forbid.”
As expected: “The development of the situation from now on is in the hands of the Ukrainian community in Bulgaria.” This is the favorite trick of Bulgarian officials for a quarter of a century – to transfer their own inability to cope with their official duties to citizens and their organizations.
Why, the task asks, did Poland manage to house 4 million refugees without drama? Were the Poles richer than the poor Bulgarians? Then what can we say about poor Moldova, 17 percent of whose population is currently Ukrainian refugees? Did the Moldovans complain? Have they quarreled with the Ukrainians?
And no, comrade, nowhere in Europe are Ukrainians housed in tent camps, as you lie. They are not. Nowhere. Because there, somewhere, there is solidarity.
You remember, dear readers, what’s next, right? After this ferocious woman promised to put Ukrainians in camps because they were very pretentious, she could not help but reach the main point of current Bulgarian fascism: that the state spends on Ukrainians and Bulgarians die of starvation. Let’s hear it: “Yes, there must have been those who failed to enroll their children in kindergarten. But doesn’t this happen to Bulgarians every day? ”
It would be fairer to declare Ukrainian mothers and children inferior – “incomplete people”, compared to the upper race of Bulgarians „
And this is happening in a country that, during its greatest, today unimaginable poverty, has housed hundreds of thousands of Macedonian, Thracian and Armenian refugees without hysteria. And her poets compose songs and poems for their drama.
A shame.
During the 12-year regime of GERB, I have never allowed myself to ask them how they are not ashamed. Because I was aware: these people have neither shame of people nor fear of God. They exist only to plunder. But now I ask the government: How are you not ashamed? How are you not ashamed to have a deputy prime minister with the mental device of a fatmak from the People’s Militia? How can you not be ashamed to position yourself as a modern European, but to breed such retrograde specimens, as if made from the mothballs of byte-tosh socialism?
This woman has a consciousness that is entirely byte-tosh and, ultimately, Russian. There is no way anyone can explain to her how wrong she is. It does not have the software to understand such explanations, let alone subordinate its behavior to them.
For several generations, Bulgarian officials cultivated hatred for citizens – until they reached a point where hatred proved to be their only emotion. Eventually they began to hate themselves.
Wave me tazi. Crush me in front of the building.
Park it somewhere where it won’t hurt. A village council secretary would be a good idea until she is fired by local grandmothers for her bad temper.
And apologize for disgracing us on your behalf.
The time is not far when you will be asked what exactly you did during the war. What will you answer? “We locked Ukrainian women and children in camps while their men defended not only their homeland but us from the Russian hordes.”
Shame on you.
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