There are great songs that you can't listen to anymore - you've heard them so many times that you're utterly bored. Although he is light years away from being an even solid speaker, the same goes for exits President of Serbia.
Year after year, he threatens with the same words, praises himself, promises, offends, provokes, orders and repeats that he bored even Sinisha Mal. If you don't believe it, watch the clip from the bus where Vučić is giving a monologue in front of regime journalists: the finance minister stares out the window with a glassy gaze, the American ambassador is sleeping in the background (or so it seems), and the rest of the extras - excuse me, guests at the opening of the 30 kilometer auto- times - they act like people without hope that anyone will turn off the "hilti" in the neighboring apartment...
Advanced hit by Jelena Karleuša
Just as the head of state is addicted to live performances in front of the cameras, Jelena Karleuša cannot do without singing in the squares. The honor of relieving the city coffers fell to Kragujevac this year. The fact that the vast majority of residents are fiercely opposed to her concert does not affect the singer.
"If I die, let it be glorious in the city where many people have been shot at in history, but they still held their class," says Karleuša.
Hmm... Words about keeping a class should not be spoken lightly anywhere, especially in Kragujevac. They belong to the male high school teacher Miloj Pavlović, who refused to save his head and stood among his students in front of the German machine gun.
What is the connection between shooting in Šumarice and plucking on stage? Of course - none. Karleuša's statement perfectly reflects the progressive rhetoric that even Vučić would not be ashamed of. All the given elements are there - unconsciousness, egomania, absence of elementary decency and piety.
Slush night
It's at the very end tribune of the President of the Republic with students "who want to learn". How many participants there were with indexes is more than questionable. But that is not important, nor is the estimate of certain regime media that there were 4000 people present in the Sava Center hall with 50 seats. The matter is something else.
It's about the fact that the tribune was a festival of submission and absurdity from start to finish. Vučić briefly satisfied his need to talk and talk, then left showing all the splendor of his ability to listen and talk. The others let out a few appropriate tones of order and quietly went out into the Belgrade night full of slush. No one had anything to ask or express any opinion.
Does this text have a conclusion - surely the reader asks. There is. He says that the regime is turning into a caricature every day and in every respect. Only one argument is sufficient for this claim. How do you think the strange and funny multi-hour long monologues that its president holds on camera every day of God's day must be outside the borders of Serbia?