Whether I forgot or remembered too late, dreamed or well, I’m afraid that at the big table of the parliament or the small table of the government (it wouldn’t be funny or surprising) even at that there can still be good people for an hour … (I don’t know how much exactly will be, because I do not have a mobile phone with me and, like any reasonable and respectable contemporary, I look at clocks with 12 numbers and gloves on walls, in parks, at bus stations, post offices, railway stations, because I do not know them numbers; and even if I knew or could, I would not even want to do this strange calculation, because 10 is the same as 50, 6 is the same as 30, a quarter is not 25, but 15, but 9 or 15 gives 45, 20 before 6, or 6 minus 20 is 17.40, etc., etc. your mind runs like clockwork.) So even at this hour it is probably not impossible that he should be in the Parliament office or in the government with a document – no more, no less, as I see you and as you see me – a proposal to constitutionally change the name of the country.

I’ll say frankly (though maybe it’s not worth it, but who cares about the work if it’s not the author’s): I made this proposal myself. This was at a time when, like all self-respecting intellectuals with 2-3 Ph.D.s (my job got how!), retirement from a high school professor’s chair that didn’t pay frozen onions and an associate university chair consisted of from 12 lei per lost hour, since neither the students came (especially since the various professional colleagues didn’t show up either) nor they knew/learned anything at all, I acted as a direct and personal consultant at the big entrance door → stairwell → left/right → large corridor → small corridor → office with numbers 1, 2, 3 of the most powerful. So to those who knew me, but forgot, as well as to those who do not know me (and it is better to remain so), you will still say what I said long ago to the eternal and great wizards, many and strong. : Come on guys, change the name of the country. To be more relevant and more relevant (more). Namely, not the Republic of Romania, because only Nea Iliescu (then cursed and called Ilici), supported by Gushe, Militaru, Roman, Mazila, Josip Dan and Co. said so bitterly. Yes, it seems that this is the name of a maid or a poor girl from a mountain village, or a poor child who was on the way and was named out of pity and hastily as simply as possible. Just tell them how you see me and how I see you Republic Social Democratic Party of Romania. (It’s like the final version that even FDSN, PDSR, PDS wouldn’t have been each in their time to be rejected, especially since they were all the same Tandă/Mandă or Mărie under the cap.) We have the majority, we have agreement (we put “at the suggestion and request of more and more fellow citizens” or “according to countless polls”), Germanisms of non-combatants also help, so… What’s the problem?!. ..

That’s how I told them to take your mind too. Isn’t that taught in any basic course in diplomacy, piar, communicheișan ănd caunsăling? Namely, that a good and long-lasting advisor is only the one who sings to the string of the exclusive limited partner what he wants to be heard, who knocks the artificial snow cannon right under the greased sled of the boss, who only gives the wind in the nose and on the stern and ailerons of the interests and conscience of the same, respectively, what gives a penny? Therefore, it was logical and elementary to say so.

How would it be better to name the country of the DPRK, even if with a name longer than any other (even the nuclear North Korea was defeated!) I would enter pressed into any lists, we would take up a little more space and life time, all the cameras shot a delay over by us or our representatives at least as long as the grimace of expressive mouths lasts (re-pub-bli-ca par-ti-du lui so-ci-al de-mo-crat ro-mâ-ni a but said quickly, quickly). In foreign languages, one more articulation-2-3 is added, thus gaining a few milliseconds in the conversation, occupying neural nanotime and maintaining favorable attention. In effect achieving what any fool knows, namely that the length of sound also contains reverberation, resonance, affective echo without predictable boundaries.

Of course (it will sound like au ba, it will be said or not): here we are talking about a form of mandatory prestige. Forced and imposed. Because we force the world to pay more attention to vocal-speech-acoustic emission, remaining mentally attached to the name, to our representativeness. And what? What’s the problem?… Why should we worry about their harm when it depends on us?

In any case, this idea is not only outdated, but also good, even very good. In the sense that at the moment our dear republic could stretch even further, double-double or square, calling itself the RPSDPNLR. That is, Re Pe Se De Pe Ne Le Re, correspondingly more popular: Rî Pî Sî Dî Pî Lî Nî Rî. namely The Republic of the Social Democratic Party and the National Liberal Party of Romania. Doesn’t it sound even scarier (all enemies) filled with lingering courage (all patriots)?

As for the first option, Ve Ponta, Ve Dragnia, or Ve Dinku are both cowardly and half-hearted. Even 2 leaves and a quarter or ¾ plus +, I can say without a mistake, because we simply did not expect more blood in the veins and steel in the bones from dear Ve Dăncilă. But now you can return to an idea that I personally forgot about.

(Do ideas simply reinvent themselves, or do they rather test themselves and be deceived by a third? I leave it to sociologists to generalize statistical situations. It is not an unprecedented and extraordinary job for them. Don’t think that everything that happens is because someone else/once upon a time made up and sketched/conceived who knows how long ago this creature? You really don’t think that everything that doesn’t happen has a file lost somewhere and one day some scumbag will just sign it and- He’ll drop it on the secretary’s desk saying take it from here, and do well for a long time – this thing is a straight pipe!? You probably know, or at least you can imagine. But the most intelligible is this metaphysics of emptiness called interval. Time/time spent. Vidal interval. Widowhood, voluntary leave, votive vivandiera. The gap between what may and may not be or is postponed, a suspension unspoken by the worthless chatterers called could be but better not maybe/maybe another time a little later and tomorrow is the day go there so late/too late.)

Of course, there is also the possibility of a small change to the Constitution for official registration. But what is the problem (honestly: what is the problem?) to simulate and press on the lullaby or cherupism of the referendum in this sense? Although rare, it has been done and will be done again. Didn’t we conduct a plebiscite to remove the former president? Didn’t we vote for a referendum on reducing the number of deputies? Didn’t we change the Constitution from 4 years to 5 for the same position? We don’t even mention etc/etc. And then, as for the poor majority voter, it is already clear that because of the fear of the new extremist party, which should be feared and perceived as a scarecrow, people will constantly choose between the same social – socialist party called the Democrat and the same wing of the so-called liberal and frightened party, that is, exactly the same patriotic coalition. The coalition under which we already live well and without complaints; and the coalition that may follow to rule the boyars long and well, always revolving in their functions from top to bottom always of their emanations or kazon clones. Therefore and as a consequence: if two eagle heads, worthy of a conservative coat of arms (with the exception of 4 years of Konstantin’s civility and penetrism), determine the entire post-Chaushiv policy of the post-Chaushiv homeland, why not we also change the coat of arms, why not rename the village girl in an honest correspondence ? _Read the entire article and comment on Contributors.ro