To live in the same Time as Kircho – the impossible Prime Minister, means that Time has completely thinned out. Bulgarian Time.
It has become a kind of scum in which the Past is drowned, we only imagine that there is a Present, and the Future, even the very word “future” is locked in a special dungeon from which there is no way out.
We are sorry – to the limit.
Maybe that’s why Time has become what it is – out of unbearable shame.
Just look at us: Macron is already telling us if Gotze is Bulgarian. He will do it because, like the dumbest wedding guests in the Balkans, we gave him this right, as the Best Man at our imposed wedding with Skopjes.
Our disputes with Skopyans take us hundreds of years back in Time – however, we agree to have some foreigner be our judge.
When will he take Macron’s head off to judge whether Samuil is Bulgarian.
Just wait for Skopje to join the European Union and you will see what kind of crushing it will bring to everything Bulgarian.
We sign a contract with them, drool over them for four years, and finally what – “we dirty the broom”.
Is there a similar phrase in another language – I doubt it.
And this was not the result of some unstoppable political spasm – no, the disorder lasted at least half a year, we guessed and even saw that ProstoKircho was preparing, looking for the most suitable place in the middle of the sweep – and nothing.
A galfon with his pants down was about to disgrace our History and he finally succeeded!
Now it remains to stammer how he overcame corruption in History. Bulgarian Time has not only thinned out, it is not only out of favor – it has simply stopped. Our “toppers” are very easy – for everything, in every respect, at any time, this is known, they know them as tricksters for small sweets and fake flattery.
None of the fools who extolled the “arbitration” of the French president even thought that you would hardly impress a Frenchman with fellatio.
Which country will allow itself – unless it is the most wretched – to have two Foreign Ministries – one official, and another, made up of two or three women who gossip and negotiate the terms of the Bulgarian Decline.
A certain Cherneva was negotiating the terms of the Bulgarian Capitulation, while Kircho was twisting around with his pants off.
After all, the state has long since capitulated in every respect, it has hardened due to a lack of ideological/intellectual dynamics, we got used to this deadness and something really extraordinary had to happen to see it through.
This “something” was the Boundless Galfonshchyna of ProstoKircho – never seen before in Bulgaria.
There have always been insufficiently educated “first-timers”, but never such hollowness.
I’ll say it again: “Someone hated Bulgaria so much that they installed Kircho at the head of the country.”
Bulgaria once had an opportunity to assert itself and be accepted as an equal partner – and lost this opportunity.
He played it like some pampered idler who doesn’t even notice that he’s playing a damaged rotary – he pokes the idiot’s hand, he doesn’t notice anything, his poke is quite enough until he’s empty his pockets.
In fact, Macron played the role of the rotator, his seemed to be in good shape, except for one small flaw: it was known who he would let something – and who he would not let anything except an even greater dose of obedience.
In the last three decades, our statesmen have not understood how their new guardians view them – with few exceptions, as jerks.
None of these clowns have the desire, let alone the opportunity, to explain to Macron why we are rooting for Tsar Samuel.
He should be talked to, as one talks to junior high school students in a history class – and that with one question: “The people of Skopje are trying to steal the Bulgarian Tsar Samuil and rewrite History – would you agree in German history textbooks Marshal Pétain to be presented as a national hero of France?’
We are the only country in the European Union that hides the fact that it provides weapons to Ukraine. At the same time, we lie clumsily, clumsily.
Kircho brags to the Guardian, but when he realizes he’s messed up again, he starts lying.
It did not become clear why the people of Kirchov were lying about the export – if they were able to express themselves logically, I would probably say that they did not want to provoke Russophile sentiments in the country.
At the same time, our flies are on Russia – ProstoKircho experiences himself as an opponent of Putin himself, in interviews with authoritative Western publications, he compares himself to him.
He is seen as the only one of the European leaders who opposes the Emperor – a small country completely confused by the idiocy of its rulers, and a small man, initially confused – but only they stand up to Putin.
Kircho even advises other European leaders to follow his example.
The poor guy will go crazy with self-suggestions – or with pokes at his ego, which are rather mocking.
The Macedonian president, for example, compared him to Nelson Mandela.
We have become a laughing stock. The brave liars who are afraid to confess about the weapon for Ukraine.
It’s a wonder how these freaks survive in Brussels.
I have never seen such untenable people before, downright impossible.
They are afraid because of the weapons for Ukraine – but as the last leaders, they are stopping the Russian gas themselves.
The leaders of the EU, whom they want to please, cannot be surprised by this idiocy – the queue for Russian gas is still long, if the Russians want, they will start paying them with Mongolian Tugris. Only Fluffy and Boundless are of a different mind.
The fluffy one is Asen Vassilev, the Minister of Finance, who, as early as February, would be fooled for cutting the contract with “Gazprom” – that is, for the Russians to “blow it”.
These days, during the debates on the vote of no confidence, he also polluted the Parliament with this filthy phrase. All blowing is in his head.
It is not clear where he will hide in the fall, when his people have to itch their soup, runny due to the lack of heating.
They ruined the state and the people – and he no longer knows at which altar to be baptized.
And he runs into bigger and bigger jerks. Before the installation of Kircho Bezbrezhnoto, quite a few people questioned whether a Bulgarian Orban was possible.
Nobody asks that question anymore.
It seems that at some point and somehow imperceptibly we lost – apart from everything else – our self-respect.
And it is clear – it will be easier to drive it without him, we will not be tormented by dark questions.
(From facebook)
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