A country of aberrations
Time and time again, the country in which I am currently residing doesn’t cease to make me sick. One side effect was that I’ve given up watching TV. Another one is a certain amount of masochism, which stimulates me in turning that wretched appliance on. Today, the case heavily debated on all channels was an minor accident caused by the minister of transportation. So far, so good… so what? Well, the minister did everything to conceal his flaw, lying to the press and so on. Finally the truth (or a simulacrum of it) was revealed. What really made me tick was the moment I saw the parents of the girl involved in the accident – screaming at the reporters, aggressing them, cursing them. After all, the media were there to support the victim’s cause and record some recriminations against the minister. No, Romanians are afraid. Afraid of anything, and especially afraid of being free. It’s better to keep a low profile, to be quiet, because you never know… This ‘you never know’ is the key to understanding the profoundly altered ethnic mentality. The indefinite fear. Psychology calls that an ‘apprehension’. But it’s not that sort of thing here. It’s just about taming yourself to walk more and more crouched, crushing your backbone until you learn to crawl, without anyone asking or forcing you to do so. Then finally all you do is crawl… If an ‘official’ takes part in the equation, be sure to count on the complete lack of morality and ’spine’ of this nation. Anyone can have his way with this jellyfish-like people. Naturally, when I first found out the news I was like ‘The hell with the minister’. But it wasn’t until the parents appeared that I understood this very simple yet hard to understand/admit truth – they all deserve each other. Both the ruler and the ruled are the same. The same vomit flows through their veins. Yes, vomit. Blood was what brave soldiers spilled on the battlefield, blood was what ran through the love-crazed body of Dante seeking his lost love, Beatrice. No, these humanoids have vomit in their veins. And I’m not talking about exceptions here.
Why did it take a blood-drenched revolution to eliminate the Communist regime back in 1989? Because the so-called ’system’ was strong, would be the first thing that comes to mind. But the ’system’ isn’t made up of digits, 0 & 1, or machines. No, it’s made of people, of individuals. That’s where the regime had its deepest roots. It the depraved minds of those who consented to support the Party and its beloved leader. It was the same sort of Romanians, the fearing kind. And this time I’m pertaining to majorities. Where there not millions who joined the PCR willingly? When the wind of change blew here as well, those with vomit in their veins stood cautiously hidden behind curtains, while those with blood offered it to sacrifice. Naturally, the elite is far less numerous then the mass, but the utter inner quality of the mass is outrageously poor. We are certainly the only country in the world that could produce Dan Diaconescu and his totally unique way of interpreting mass-media. It is only in Romania that a large-scale success of ‘manele’ could occur. Only here could imbeciles like Stolojan, Becali, and others gain power. A country of aberrations….
