There is nothing more disgusting than tying a can to the tail of a quadruped. Cats and dogs mocked each other animalistically; either in the stupid game of naughty children, or as a barbaric punishment due to the cruelty of adult masters. The poor animals often ran scared until they gave up (thus atoning for the cruelty of fear and heart attack), not infrequently they escaped with their lives, but not with their tails (thus maiming themselves physically and mentally for life). Sometimes no one ever saw them again, sometimes they returned after a while, humiliated, broken, perhaps played out, next to some clearly benevolent strangers, not even old masters or neighbors, so-called respectable fellow citizens/conurbanites/citizens.

As for picturesque pack animals, transport or civil, urban, festive, police-fire or tourist entertainment, it is known: they defecate in public. But it is the duty of the owners, craftsmen, drivers, visitors, horsemen or professional sweepers to immediately pick up the scales in order to wash off the street patina as soon as possible. Anyway, we are not talking about these aspects; we ignore them, forget about them, pass them by implicitly and remain silent. And in no case do we perpetuate them. Oppression, like insolence, impurity, filth and profanity, does not belong to the circle of any symbol, cultural referent, dot (or comma) of memory, in any form of praise, honor, hatred.

With such statements and suggestions of absolute common sense, I think everyone agrees (I would even venture to say that it is almost certain). And yet… still.

How is it that God and the Holy Mother, or all the saints among the saints, are not surprised, are not outraged, and absolutely no one is arguing about what happened to the horse of King Charles the First (not to mention the king himself) right in the heart of Bucharest? Yes, even the one between the Royal Palace (aka the National Art Museum of Romania) and the library of the same name (Cultural Foundation of Charles I, formerly BCU). What happened?.. Well, just the opposite of what I just said in the first paragraphs: it happened! And (slower) that’s it.

After the completion of construction and varnishing and the ceremonial opening and dedication of the Equestrian Statue with fanfare, blue guard with fire and plume, spires and blessings with incense and agiasms, after some time her name was carved on the stone of the pedestal. “Charles I”. As if no one/everyone knew, as if the king and the monument could otherwise be confused, as if he remained anonymous. Or maybe it was written for the science of alien tourists by the dozens, about planetary spy satellites, about unknown aliens. Anyway, it’s not bad, the excision relief doesn’t hurt. Then, after some time (you understand, there are monuments of the motherland unfinished works), the good world noticed that between the horse and the name, also on the front side of the pedestal, a medal, stamp or heraldic coat of arms is stuck, which does not quite agree with the truth of the historical detail. No matter how minimalistic it looks in the coat of arms, Transylvania has nothing to look for under the symbol and equestrian profile of the first king of Romania (the Little). The corresponding tape is quite worthy of Ferdinand, and again shameful, becoming the end of Charles the Second. But it’s okay. Even if someone had the heart to suggest it, no one had the heart to accept any change, deletion or replacement (without prior notice).

But the most important detail is that by permission granted on the sixth day, before/after or in the middle of some terrible feast between the people who determine budgets and investments, expenses, orders and dismissals or management -administrative-accounting para-capital statements, it was decided (so on the reverse) add one more thing to the back of the King’s Horse, also on a large pedestal. Specifically and ultimately: a mess. Fuduli, which any psychologist, psychoanalyst, psychotherapist or psychiatrist would define as the effect (scientifically speaking) of “anal fixation” of psychism, perhaps translated by a peasant as “horse manure”. Americanize (be more Catholic than fanatical Protestants): bullshit.

In a visible, physically visible way, it is about carving right on the plinth the names of the supporters of monarchism – whom you recommend as full of “will”, whom you define as “firm supporters”. It seems that without the support of their lordships (in fierce battles or political decisions? let! in sponsorship funds from their own sonor? how! in blabla? maybe…) the statue could not stand for a year. Probably, without their brave lips and courage, the masses or trade unions would have denied it. Perhaps there will be a hunger strike for its demolition. Otherwise it cannot be understood. Otherwise, you can’t imagine why (if not for the simple fact that they could) the very 5 (mentioned/listed there as parasitic messes) would claim, request, or simply agree to be mentioned/included there as worm parasites.

Once upon a time, the statue really did not need this proverb, from this tin can under the horse’s tail, from this fleasca (de fleașca), forever fixed by the Statue of colossal significance and symbolic and ancestral value for Romanians, for historical countries, for Romania. Second: the carving of the stone material around the names was done with typical frivolity or professionalism. Traces of incised forge bending of concrete hard rock they are seen excessively, the handling of the chisel and especially the lack of shaping/polishing between the rows and at the edges recommend the worker as a hasty rag and salvage. Or was he promised one amount and given another, so the rascal gathered his tools, put his feet in, gave it and left?.. In any case, not an electric meat grinder and dirt/non-finish. between letters, words and their lines, i.e. unattractiveness (unacceptable even for the cheapest tombstones) is a problem.

The serious and real problem lies in the no aspect. 3: Namely accepting or requiring 5 characters with VIP status and Personality to be assigned right here. The problem lies in the glorification of the “will” with which or as a result of which the monument was erected, namely that which was assumed or dedicated only by “Prof. Doctor.” Sorin Oprescu (the vile mayor, arrested, tried and convicted, but fled the country) and Adrian Videanu (the most daring and most unsympathetic, businessman and tyrant, the capital’s mayor and several ministers). Plus the glorification of the “solid support” of academicians Constantin Beletanu- Stolnichi, Rezvan Teodorescu, Nicolae Brebana.

By letting these 5 eastern kingdoms, which are worth a lot of money, under the tail, this country has once again degraded Mr. Carroll to gopanzol (as he was nicknamed by the mitokans and drunkards of the homeland since 1866, when a handful of educated people brought him to the country to wash our face of corruption , intrigue, duplicity, indiscipline).

As it looks, the so-called background inscription represents vanity and arrogance, arrogance and senseless clinging to a statue, to majesty, to a national symbol, to Bucharest. To attach their names to the name of the First King is an act of arrogance, it is blasphemy. What is legally called “desecration of a monument” is strictly punishable by law. However, no one informs, no one says a word, neither officially nor by civil request, appeal or public request.

Somewhere there must be a piece of paper with stamps of strict tolerances. Secret brothers in the political-economic society, as well as colleagues in the cast, to favor some and marginalize others, beer/whisky comrades and diplomatic and ministerial commissions, secured the rear and prestige. Or vice versa: they not only strengthened their prestige, but also cleared their backs. Somehow someone (for example, a certified sculptor or at least a carver of crosses and graves) had to either be paid or cheated. Otherwise, we can only blame the arrogance of the three academics as rudeness. (Would other scholars object? Would they not all have given their turn? Would their democratic vote have caused a great uproar, a scandal?) As for the 2 contested dubious, convicted mayor and convicted minister, nominally carved in granite, they should also be evaluated in the light of abuses, popular criticism and punishments, with which either the justice system or the public consciousness deprived them of their honor. How does anyone not notice that he does not deserve his eternal commemoration on the statue of Bucharest, the national memorial of the greatest Slav, King Karol I of Hohenzollern-Sigmaringen and especially of Romania?

In this environment of cowardice and connivance on the part of politicians, great manipulators of conscience, intellectuals, televangelists and real influencers (we are not talking about the people as a mass, because it is none of their business, never mind), it is a shame that everyone passes by unconcernedly and without that, the almost indifferent, indifferent landscape of the Monument, about which we speak, ignoring the manure that is scattered (with documents and vanity, so manu propria) by the metropolitan officials. . Let’s forgive the first-rate idiots in the communes and villages who slightly rub with sandpaper the bronze that was once installed in memory of the heroes of the First and/or Second World War, or simply use a spoonful of mosaic or concrete between the cracks and rub it. cracks and applying lime to the bases of the respective monuments, they thought it necessary to paste into them a slab of marble, cheap limestone, slate or travertine, on which they engraved their name and a contribution of 2 money. Let’s say they were and are just (to use the words of a Romanian communist novel) “some peasants”. But to the trickster mayors Oprescu and Videan, the luminaries of Acad. Teodorescu, Belecanu-Sek and Breban, what else to call them? How to ask and forgive them? Drawing a large monument to mockery, do you not make yourself laugh? When you impose your prestige, memory/immortality, doesn’t that also mean you’ve gone out of your mind, meaning you’ve lost your mind?

Proud and defiant, smoldering and greedy, who no longer know how to cut off the biggest pieces from countless tortures, if they themselves ordered and paid for the construction of statues of Genghis Khan, the Macedonian, Napoleon, Sancho Panza, Gulliver (I take, by chance, some idiots or buffoons ), and if he had given his name, even his face, and the details of his contribution, the gesture would have been much more acceptable for the pearl necklace. We just laughed a little (like writers, patrons and parliamentarians who painted their personal statues in courtyards and gardens, Pisans and frescoes in churches). But it was not for his majesty Carol I to hang his wife on this shameful honor._ Read the full article and comment on Contributors.ro