I say as I said in the title only because two years ago I wrote something here (and you didn’t quite believe it). A year ago, I discovered something else for you (you didn’t fold/knit, it wasn’t unskillful). Here I present myself for the third time, somewhat opportunistic, disdainful… also without the illusion called hope.

Marin Marian-BalashaPhoto: Personal archive

And I begin, however, by reminding you that according to thousands and hundreds of records, testimonies, audits, studies, books upon books, perfectly paramilitary individuals belonging to expensive national armies (“resistance fighters” or usla, terrorists or security services , it doesn’t really matter), they completely and utterly shelled us before and after 10pm. Of course, there were countless accidental shots, errant, accidental, and accidental shots everywhere, attributed to soldiers and civilians firing wildly and out of defensive ignorance. But the severity of the “country” was also determined by the machinations on top of the respective political-military maneuvers of the respective nights and days. As you know, the terrorist sabotage was covered even at that time by Russophile army leaders with the consent and full approval of Iliescu, as well as underground, sophisticated infiltrators such as Sergiu Nicolaescu and Gela Voican. Voikulescu (archangels with a machine gun to the banduliera), which currently continue to be defended and whitewashed with complete insensitivity and arrogance by several directors, legislators and judges with debts and interests among the authors and descendants of the SS. The fact is obvious to anyone, among the career interests of dinosaurs and megalithic financial fixations continue to persist, also knowing each other well.

However, the problem is that these things (on the one hand, the events of 1989, as well as subsequent politics, on the other hand, those concrete-faced hoaxers who, lying in old age on mattresses studded with military stars and stupid pensions, who die in their warm cots, such as monstrous criminals such as Kampuchea of ​​the Khmer Rouge or military-fascist Guatemala) are of interest to a dwindling, minority and apparently negligible number of world-world/sister-world. This dear majority of the population is increasingly sick of the tragic and revolutionary voices of the Paséist moment, as well as the infinitely small mouths of their descendants. Superficial and selfish, the crowd wants here and now peace, pleasure, lots of money and shame. That is, exclusively apolitical and chaos-circus, higher taxes and lower taxes, embezzlement and entertainment, deafening and eradication of any scandal that does not belong directly and personally. The people are the real majority, with insatiable lustful mouths and minds that despise all humanity beyond their own egos and their own clans – fed up to their throats with wails, non-populist criticism, theoretical claims and symbolic rights, perorations perceived as negative or non-optimistic. And last year, when by chance the young, brave and proud head of the Liberal Party and the country’s Senate, the future president of the Motherland, said that it would be like this and it was time to forget and bury any worries. around “who” and “why”, “what would have been and what would not have been” or “what would have been if it had not been” in December 1989 (more about the popular saying: “come the dead with the dead and the living with the living !”), very wrongly, one/the other rushed to bite her by the back tendon, insulting her with insensitive epithets. wrong. Taking a mouthful in advance, the woman only made herself a tsapa otbuvayl, a small Peacock mite; in everyday reality, to be nothing but a pure and innocent voice belonging to a terrifyingly vast mass of honest people.

Indeed, the real truth of the post-revolutionary period of 1989, and thus of the past and present years and decades, is that… it doesn’t matter. What most citizens don’t care about, he really (more) doesn’t care. It would be… whatever it would be then. What is important is what we do and how we move from now on, in the direction of ever-faster forward, important consequences and resolution of post-post-corresponding actions. The present matters, that is, us and only us, reduced to me and with me.

Just like in the family. In short, the wheel of history boils down to biography, generation, and succession, essentially simple and the same. Grandparents did whatever they wanted, or at least (only) what they could, spit out, sacrificed themselves to help their children survive, even stole if they had the opportunity and what + from where. The descendants lived without any idea, on the basis of which crimes or crimes, beggars or pleas of parents, of course, idealizing their childhood and their own parents, offending them somewhere, by what tricks or what payment they were brought to the position of their predecessors, those who survived Stalinism. In turn, these children (who quickly became great intellectuals-doctors-engineers, who turned from poor peasants into proletarians and city owners) had every reason to work hard for themselves, also with the thought of success and at the same time provide their descendants with a material basis from which they will grow even taller, higher and richer than themselves. Completely ignoring how their parents would have applauded and cheered them on, the new youth (even if some of them, encouraged by the hormones of youth, took to the streets and threw stones at the windows of the prefects or the Central Committee), naturally, quickly resorted to drinking, drinking, hoarding, allowance, sinecure. And they will also offer the fresh and innocent princes and princesses of the age we live in the beginning of a “better life” based on only they know what/how many tricks, cuts, enslavements, protections. _Read the entire article and comment on Contributors.ro