Who are Satanists? Well, who would it be: you and me! You, for reading this text; me because I’m writing this. How do I know? From my aunt.

As I recall, it all started in 2010, when the Bok government cut pensions by 15% and salaries by 25%. My aunt did not care about salaries, because she retired once, after the revolution, as the Romanians had the fashion (“due to illness”); but when it came to her fat pension, she went crazy, did everything. Besescu appeared on TV, if I remember correctly, with a press statement, and my aunt behaved like all the devils in the house (spitting on the TV, scolding Bazé for all this, hating the death of her children, etc.). , and I didn’t have a job – I came to her with some deals, helped her when I could – and tried to “explain” to her that these are the consequences of the crisis in America, the one that happened in 2008. Then I became a Satanist.

The second round was in October 2018, my aunt called me to vote for the family in the referendum, and I told her that I was going to boycott it. When he finally understood what I was telling him, he burst into tears again: Satanist!

In 2020, I did it again, when she also heard, also on her priceless TV, a powerful question (“Do you believe in a virus or in God?”). He called me, asked a question, I answered him honestly and told him to go get vaccinated. satanist!

He called me from Romania in the morning of February 24 last year to inform me with infinite pleasure that all sinners, Satanists, traitors and fascists will be punished by “Mr. Putin”, who first undertook to cleanse Ukraine, but then he will order everywhere, because “this cannot happen !”. I’m an hour behind Romania here in Belgium, I was still asleep and didn’t really understand what he was talking about, but then I snapped and all my hair flew out, not that I had much left. I asked her who I had sold myself to and she listed all my sins since 2010, after which I found out that I was on the payroll of bass players, homosexuals, “Jews who rule the world” (Big Pharma?) and Ukrainians who upset mr. Putin

IN ORDER. Let’s say I’m a tender lamb that sucks four nipples; in this case, where is the money? That I have nothing, but nothing! I have no apartment, house, car, bicycle, not even a dog! What’s more: I don’t even have any clothes. Since 2010 (fatality!), since my wife’s sister got married, I haven’t bought any panties, shoes, tights – nothing! My daughter-in-law has the same height as me and the same foot, works as an entrepreneur and everything is fine, and his field (show business) forces him to dress expensively, which he does, but he quickly gets tired of clothes and his shoes. So he gives them to me. Month after month I receive a package through Atlassib, eventually I had no place to store so many new and good things, very little wear, so I also give them to others; and people are poor here.

In a word: where is the money? If I sold myself, what did I sell myself for? If all of us, you and I, those who have diametrically opposite views of our aunt, have sold ourselves, then shouldn’t we live royally, selling our conscience?

How can you divide the people exactly into two halves? How can a society united, if not by something else, then at least by language, divide into one million Buzei and other millions of his aunt? How can a Romanian see white where another Romanian sees black – and vice versa? If it was just about age, education, access to information, or “tendency to envy,” I would still understand; but it is not so. In absolutely all social strata, no matter how you take it, cross and curmesis, here you will come across an old man, there you will come across an aunt. An academician can be (and is!) his aunt, a janitor – a bug, there is no algorithm to guess in advance who you are talking to; touch any of the four objects, and the interlocutor is strangely placed in his square: either “Satanist” or… what?

This is where I wanted to go. We, you and I, speakers of the Romanian language, for whom freedom (physical, social, national, freedom of conscience, etc.) is the guiding principle, can laugh as much as we want at our “Satanism” and let my aunt call us whatever she wants us to be one thing doesn’t matter (we also respect their freedom of speech!). But what do we call it? All of them, the other half? I didn’t find the answer here. “Patriots”? Absurdity. “Believers”? Even more absurd. “And if”? Not at all. Read the rest on Contributors.ro