Sanctions to the NIS in the bubble of the masters of ignorance

Aleksandar Vučić is a man who imposed his own reality on the common reality and now he is holding us hostage in his reality, as in a bubble where other rules, other laws, other morals and other logic rule. From there, he creates crises and crises that he himself caused, until he manages them, like Kosovo or Elektroprivreda Serbia for the directorship of his intimate Grcic Milorad, Ph.D. for roasting pigs, such crises do not get out of hand.

But in crises that he didn't cause, like a flood, or in unwanted crises like a falling canopy, he doesn't manage at all. It's the same thing with the sanctions on the Serbian Oil Industry: the man is completely lost. Vučić's claims that we are ready for sanctions, that there are enough stocks (enough for what?) and that the state knows what it is doing, can only be interpreted in a psychoanalytical key: whatever he says is the truth on the opposite side.

Serbia is completely unprepared for sanctions, and the state (that is, he personally) has no idea what he is doing. In one statement, he even noted that the state (that is, he) had killed himself since the sanctions were announced, and added: it should not be as if we did nothing.

So: during all this time they did nothing. There is no plan. No ideas. There is nothing. Apart from the fear of Putin. The only rational, even desirable solution, for someone to buy NIS, is not even considered by the master of bubbles. Because why the hell would he think about what is good for the country? After all, if he had thought politically (and not personally) at all, we wouldn't be where we are.

Stubborn reality

On a philosophical level, the explanation is clear: Vučić keeps himself in power in such a way that he ignores and sacrifices reality, and builds a bubble of parallel reality that is in agreement with the ideas that flow directly from his head. Well, they are not exactly ideas, but whatever we call Vučić's mental discharges, they are opposed to reality.

However, when reality rushes into the bubble - and reality is unusually stubborn and, sooner or later, comes out for what it is - then it wreaks havoc. There, then, where reality is in a bubble, where the bubble is reality, of course the intrusion of "real reality" makes a jumbo for the masters of bubbles. He doesn't get along in reality. In reality he was nobody. There's something in the bubble. Until the bubble bursts.

So philosophy.

But what about politics?

The Erdogan case

Vučić never dealt with politics as an art of community organization. He practiced the art of organizing himself and his associates, at the expense of the community. Politics, for example, implies making alliances with other countries, cooperation, implementation of joint projects. This is how political friends are made.

In his profound ignorance, however, and ignoring reality (the master of bubbles doesn't even know how to behave at a session of the United Nations Assembly, so he started speaking even before he procedurally addressed the chairman, which is a serious blunder), he skilfully isolated Serbia from, approximately, the entire world. The other day, he was very shaken by the fact that his housemate Erdogan, who calls him on the phone even when he hears that one of his own, that is, the Vučić family, got a sneeze - that's the kind of host and friend, Vucic himself exclaimed - so that's the kind of friend who stabbed him in the back and sold drones to Kosovo (and not him). And now Erdogan is suddenly a villain and a Turk.

Kissing with Macron

Living in a bubble, ignorance and ignoring reality has a price that the master of bubbles is getting harder and harder to service. Hence the collapse of his crazy foreign policy, which, however, was not a policy. Although it is almost impossible to look into Vučić's head - and to whom such a thing should be recommended - it would still be fun to see if he, the master of bubbles, really felt proud while, back then, he was smacking Macron twice a day? Did he really believe that someone like Macron would even communicate with him, if he, Vučić, had not paid for that communication? That is, we citizens paid for Vučić's kissing in the form of those French planes.

The master of bubbles, in his profound ignorance, deeply believes that politics is pure self-interest. Well, as much interest as there are drunken kisses per day. Politics is an interest, but only up to the limit set by the responsibility towards the country that the politician represents. This one, however, does not know anything, not even what responsibility is. He didn't learn anything from Boris Tadić, who once helped Sarajevo not to freeze in the middle of winter. And why should he learn anything from anyone when he already knows everything and when, let's stick to Sarajevo, he actively worked to freeze Sarajevo in the early nineties. There are different types of interests, but Vučić doesn't know that.

After all, if he had ever known anything, he would not have led Serbia to ruin.

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