If there could be a world without politics, I believe we would all be happier people. My only wish and desire is to make this blog about me. To write about the feelings I have and to use it as a source of outlet for all that’s troubling my little heart. Instead I have to waste time and energy and emotion on politics because it’s just more than infuriating what is going on. Instead of worrying about not being satisfied with the place I am right now in my life, with the job I have, with the friends I have, with the goals I have – or lack -, I feel compelled to write about the wretchedness of politicians’ morale. And for this, I hate them even more than I originally did.
We are nearing the 50th anniversary of the 1956 revolution and I think that a new revolution is in order. Then people rose against the communists, now we must rise against the corruption, the deception, the lies, the lies, the lies. We must rise against the people we chose because they feed us lies. In this case, we have to take collective blame, because a nation chooses its leaders and not individuals. This sorry excuse for a man that is leading my little country is surely a reincarnation of devil itself, but I am more angry at my fellow countrymen and women and pensioners mostly, who have elected this clown for a prime minister. Well let them pay the extra tax, let them think he is an angel for telling us he won the election by lying, let them think he is a reformed man and let them think that they chose right: let them be crushed under the burdens of this angel’s measures and then, they might see.
The city I live in is one of the most beautiful cities I have seen. I love its streets and its hills and its river and all the colours and all the history that is trapped in every corner. I walk amongst its walls and I see how much they have withstood. I see that the buildings are marred with bullet wounds, but they are still standing. I see that bridges have lost their balance once, but now they’re standing again. I see that the trees have lost their leaves many a times, but they are in bloom again. But the buildings and the streets and the bridges and the walls and the trees cannot cope with evil that is rising from within. Bullets, bombs, permanent pens they can cope with, they can tolerate and survive, but the black that is tucking at them from below will see them crumble before time. Corruption and utter disrespect for the citizens will see this nation crumble before time. This nation that has held its front against the sweeping armies of Gengshis Khan, against the Ottoman invaders, against the Habsburgs, against the Communists, against the alien ideas of any army wanting to occupy. We, the Magyars, are still here, have been here since 896 and now it looks like one of our own is intent on bringing us down and after all the resistance and fighting, we’ve grown tired and it looks like we’ll let him beat us.
I demand respect as a citizen of Hungary. I demand respect from the person we chose to represent us. I demand change. I will stand with the crowds gathered outside the parliament on Thursday and I will demand this hellish nightmare of a leader to be executed publicly in his powers as a prime minister. We deserve a better leader.
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