Summarizing. In December 2021, I made you an offer [*] the creation of a party has never been done. It was not done. A year later, I kindly asked to support my candidacy [**]. This could not happen, because the appropriate time had not yet come. However, that doesn’t mean it can’t come, untimely or providentially planned, spontaneously or relatively well tickled (by some chef with knives, a little gardener in skirts, an honest social-civic savior, a resignation or two at the head of a spade). as it happened in recent history (with various successes, regrets, advantages, joys).

I return and insist, it is not because I wish to die, but I see intense and terrible suffering, I am bleeding, for mercy so many sighs, groans and cries, when they are deaf and piercing, coming as if from the bottom of the subterranean hell, representing a voice tormented by the poverty and misfortune of this poor, but at the same time brave, wonderful, lovely people. That it is not good, but bad, I do not even mention, because even in a dream, if he still has it, absolutely every fellow citizen (regardless of race, ethnicity, gender, culture/non-culture, profession or unemployment) with the reason for this banal public, collective knowledge. But, as we have all seen, it is clear as day that any political candidate (whether he is young and already Gheorghe, or just a recent debutant and anonymous, unassuming or well perfumed, babbles with good and promising demagogy balls in mouth and above the mustache with the snot of higher good intentions), he will undoubtedly follow in the footsteps of his political predecessors, already softened/shriveled communist patriots, whatever you want to call them (although it will not be worth calling them at all), because it is in the next – he will do the same tricks and scoundrels, if he gets a winning majority of the votes of the parliament, government, administrations, state institutions, party agents…

ago. If the thick blanket and all the fragile blankets of the so-called political parties no longer inspire any trust or hope that can be called scoffala, let’s overcome it by reforming not necessarily deep at the root, but at least something at the top of the state, at least a relatively strong institution that easier to stay to end ii his own leadership is called the presidency. For which, as an individual figure of public-national devotion and self-sacrifice, as a fool for the clown of the country, as a general scapegoat, I personally offered myself.

So. As I said, in December 22, I returned with a summons [**], a real program and not another, mentioning some of my current qualities and at the same time plans for the near, medium and more or less distant future. I have told you of some of your Lordships’ most desirable or most disliked, and I name them so only for the simple fact that they have not yet occurred to you, not because they will not look pretty and sweet, at least for the near future, have them and enjoy them. Because how can you not rejoice, knowing, for example, that, as I promised the black and white of the holy scriptures (not all, I repeat, because neither the publishing space nor the patience of reading allowed more), I will personally shower the country with joys and gifts, ornaments and decorations , rainbows and fireworks. Basca/plus, without a doubt: historical moments and transhistorical sights.

More specifically (and to begin with I will clarify): with fanfare. With kazon music and trembling rhythms, with pristine dances and hymns of captivity. Thus, saving electricity, one who has spent so many devices to amplify and manipulate decibels, while trumpets (complete also with peizans bucuci, taragoates, zithers with horns), filihorns, trombones, tubas, cineles and small, medium and giant drums brass, brass, and signal bands can do just fine without wasting non-renewable energy, given that they use only the mechanics of the brave bells and sinewy limbs of the hundreds and thousands of men united in the Band.

But if we did mention the brave male energy, let’s not forget that in our country there are also enough young ladies, ladies and the third intermediate sex, who generously enjoy testosterone and muscle fibers; right, for which I will put an end to this discrimination that causes military bands to consist mostly of men only. The weaker sex will be invited, perhaps it would be good to give them an equal ration, enter as an officer, non-commissioned officer or civil servant in the form of a gifted martial musician, so that the Romanian brass bands will not only excite. everyone’s ears, but also the eyes, and the whole face. So, if one wants to display one’s female sensuality in all its erogenous glory, we’ll attach a more athletically unhinged and scantily clad support team to every marching band.

Automatically, the words pride and arrogance will cease to be derogatory and prejudiced, and, on the contrary, will be admired for respect. With my help, President, the marching band will become a public interest institution, a form of organization and discipline of maximum popularity, represented as often as possible per capita, and even in a purely natural, transparent landscape.

So. Many brass bands scattered in the public space are also on request for rent for private spaces, providing with their booming power not only a significant and commanding atmosphere full of neurophysiological energy and excitement, but also an atmosphere of intimidation and restraint of all other non-musical and disturbing sounds, such as the screams of the mentally ill, the homeless and beggars, the chatter of women, the barking of stray canines and even the infernal noise of moving vehicles. Thus (I am repeating myself or paraphrasing myself here) canceling any parasitism or futile wanderings through the geospace of a community of different selves and groups, providing a free pace for any outdoor jogging or physical exercise, driving the crows and inherent chickens from the trees , grass and green alleys, stressful to suicide, cockroaches and rats in channels, kitchens, institutions, attics of houses, basements of high-rise buildings.

Humming, marching bands will also provide a person with the freedom to shout, especially since, in truth, freedom and the feeling of Freedom, respectively joy, do not exist without cries, roars, screams and shouts, so the common man and the evil together will have the perfect opportunity. In addition to fanfare, drunken, crazy, ultras sports galleries and those looking for an excuse to shout as much as possible will no longer be alarmingly heard, Romanians are also getting rid of the national addiction to firecrackers, pop music and such specific Christmas, New Year, arena concerts and all other holidays.

As for this thing with a large number of military bands (some, some reserve, released in a special way, but cumulatively re-employed), so that they can be spread in the public space and characterize any square, street, square, Well, I must also to point out that among my merits as a person or person, professional or amateur with a significant calling, I personally could also be a very good conductor. Chief or supreme conductor. An idea that not only attracted me to an obsessive obsession, like a cute child and a handsome teenager, but haunted me almost night after night, in dreams in which, happy or not, I foresaw my true sophistication, my calling talent, my future .

I’ll be honest with you, I decided to put myself forward and apply for this insanely difficult job at the very moment when – hehe, years, decades passed (like perfect clouds on the floor)… – I saw it on TV, dear and Honorable dodolot Boris Yeltsin, conductor. He visited unknown to whom and it doesn’t matter where, and what he got, what not (although many were convinced that he was drunk ba turta, ba crița, let me doubt it), on his own initiative he took the conductor’s baton in his hands officer or tabloid in full uniform. And, approaching the pulpit, as the pulpit of the mentioned one, he began to bustle, shake his hands and rhythmic stick, and even smile joyfully, leading the mentioned musical orchestra of military protocol, which performed hymns or stanzas. hošgheldeniz march/bienvenu/dabropajalovati/uelcăm for the whole world. So the fat man was euphoric, and then I naturally and innocently thought, why not.

Now I tell you honestly that my admiration for the destroyer of official Communism in Russia is based on only a limited, partial share or strip of personal respect and attention. Because the late Yeltsin is not worth a lot of credit, considering what he did at the beginning of his political ascent, when he approached the Nobel laureate Gorbachev, right on the imperial-Soviet stage, telling him in a plenary session: “he gives … get off, and the valley.” But as he continued to achieve his own purpose, he remains among us, or you tell others, he should be frightened and rejected outright. As he becomes increasingly alcoholic, abusive, corrupt, pepper stuffed, or a swollen donut, or a rolled and soaked potato, he has not only avoided any evaluation, judgment/reckoning by resigning, but has forced himself to ascend the throne . by decree, the criminal Wee Pi, as the successor and future monster. But let’s leave the catastrophe of this act, let’s return to the advantage and advantage of having yourself, here and now, through and for yourself, but also in universal jealousy, country, life and fate, much more melodic and rhythmic, dramatic – musical, vaudeville and opera.

That’s why other politicians, like me, should want nothing more than for everyone to laugh, sing and dance! And bread (of course). Lavash or croissants, cheese or milk for free, maybe even roasted seeds, for everyone! And bars, not gambling halls. Small parties, everywhere, full of unexpected games for children, young people, parents and grandparents, with shooting like a Turkish rifle and like a bow and arrow, throwing balls and even spitting at a target against winning trivia, the important thing is that people are entertained inexpensively and with participation, because otherwise we can’t sit all day with our noses stuck in the TV, laptop and damn cell phone (that even I have problems because of this with children from my first marriage and with the first lady from the 2nd). And in every microdistrict, in every residential complex, quarter: Fr. Chapito, and a circus troupe, and street entertainment, here and there, as often as possible, everywhere! And dance halls, dance parks, squares, where people, as in the eternal and exciting People’s China, practice tai chi, qigong, martial arts, salon choreography, folk games, chess, backgammon, dominoes, stand-up, pantomime, jugglers.

And the rest, let the intellectuals receive, have and brag about medals. That they love to death the exhibition, the applause and the parades, the tin on the chest, the greeting of the president, the funeral crackle with pomp and volleys (albeit from a staple gun not quite tun grande). And athletes who score goals should be awarded honorary doctorates in as many universities as possible, because even they get enough from the budget, and thanks to their autonomy they can do whatever they want with the money, and for the sake of honor, such a symbolic honor, even you no PhD required, so we also eliminate plagiarism. So, it is known: the more you satisfy human whims and whims, the better you strengthen your loyalty to your favorite leaders: 10-15 million diplomas, orders, medals, cups and awards are minted and printed in the printing house every year. National Bank for every esteemed fellow citizen, not only from the Dniester to the Tisza, but even from the Arctic to the Antarctic through Eritrea and from Vanuatu to Nova Scotia through the Maldives. And having said that, I want to add something about the economy. Namely, that apples are like apples and pears are like plums… but I am determined to see for myself that falling prices for bananas and tangerines are worth fearing. That he is also not very happy with kiwi and mango._Read the rest of the article and comment on Contributors.ro