There is something in the body language and grimaces of the members of Vučić's party army that immediately gives them away: they are brash, gruff, arrogant, arrogant, rude, wave money, act as if they can do anything because for them there are no rules outside the party. You recognize them easily on the street, especially in traffic where they mix with ordinary people in their expensive vehicles. According to the way they drive, turn where they shouldn't, honk their horns frantically, argue and want to get even, the first thing that comes to your mind is "progressive donkey". The feeling of untouchability hits the head easily.
Of course, not all of them are like that, far from it, but the impression is that the majority of those who behave like that in Serbia today are affiliated with the SNS organization in one way or another.
The most recent example is the TV producer Pink Nina Kovačević suspected of running over a 1,51-year-old girl at a pedestrian crossing in Vojvode Stepe Street in Belgrade and causing her serious bodily injuries while in a state of heavy drunkenness with 33 per thousand of alcohol in her blood. The woman previously had 11 misdemeanor charges and XNUMX convictions for violating traffic regulations, and still had a driver's license and drove around drunk.
Although she was detained, and the Prosecutor's Office launched an investigation, because she cheated and everything went public, lawyer Borivoj Borović is not surprised that her driver's license was not revoked earlier because she is a member of the Pinko machinery, employed in the progressive service industry. He reminded that son of the owner of Pink Željko Mitrović eleven years ago, he killed seventeen-year-old Andrea Bojanić in a BMW X6 jeep driving at an inappropriate speed and fled the scene of the accident. Aleksandar Mitrović was sentenced to 12 months of house arrest with handcuffs and a ban on driving a motor vehicle for one year. Borović expressed his fear that at the end of the ballad, a similar punishment could be imposed on the producer of Pinka.
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In particular, it is an inspiration of superiority and recklessness, a special feeling that not only can you put on your makeup and get behind the wheel with impunity, but that you don't drive slowly and cautiously like a pensioner on the weekend, but turn down the music and you are running around frantically, as described by eyewitnesses in Voždovac.
This is not about the progressive elite that you will not meet anywhere incognito, in a store, for example, or in Grmeč. If they show up, there are bodyguards, an entourage or at least cameras to direct the show that they are, well, the same as ordinary people. They have their bars, their clubs, their closed places.
Here we are talking about the progressive foot soldiers, the service company, the people who feel part of the appropriated caste because they are harnessed to the machinery with good compensation, whose sense of superiority comes from the supremacy of the Boss, because they know someone who knows someone who will turn someone around to fix what should be arranged for loyal servants. And to take them out of the shit when it gets thick.
The government protects its own.
Loyalty to Vučić and the progressive caste must be proven according to the principle "my honor is my loyalty", and the system of purchased loyalty is sustainable only as long as the regime keeps its own, does not give them, does not leave them to law enforcement authorities at any cost, but even after of various exposed hogwash rewards, as Batu Gašić, or Vulina, or that director expelled from Laza who became the secretary of state.
The SNS army does not Colluvium, does not punish either Dijana Hrkalović, nor Neša from Belgrade not even after his mischievous disobedience, if they quickly repent, shut up, or start talking again as they are told.
That feeling of belonging to a dominant tribe, club, interest organization, the message from the top of the government that you are protected like a white bear or a cow in India while carrying out orders, for which you are paid, lead to an outbreak of violence in society.
Because you know who I am!
It follows from this psychopathology of everyday life that the individual from the Telegraph can think that she can be hit Vuk Cvijić because she doesn't like what she writes, so those parents have no qualms about it physically attack teachers with the battle cry "do you know who I am!" because in their consciousness or subconsciousness they are already able to call someone, who knows someone, who will already take care of everything...
Godfather Petrovic on cocaine in McLaren, that one director from Lucani, Jutka, son of Pan who is rampant in Belgrade, Zoran Babic in the case of "Doljevac", Simonovic from Grotka, who orders the house of an inconvenient journalist to be set on fire, Milan Radoičić, Sapicevo building without a permit, that Mitrović's megalomaniacal building on Dedinje, children, brothers, sisters, aunts, progressive leaders... All this is seen by the little party soldiers, until recently nothing, then overnight they became privileged and rich as collaborators of the occupying power, so they live in the shoes of those they looked down on from below, from their mire, until they joined the Party.
Equal justice for all, fear of legal sanctions brought the communities where the right of the stronger into civilization. When there is no such fear, then you get what we are witnessing in Serbia. The scum who got some privileges and some kind of power and swells while feeding on the fear of others, can only restrain himself when he starts to fear that he will bear the consequences for his misdeeds.
