August 8, 2020
The Trumpets Go for the Throat
Of late, more and more of the system’s trumpets have leapt at the throats of those who have dared to come out and say something other than “the truth of the state and of the party”, something other than the theses and the propaganda of the system.
I have been no exception: I have been accused of every conceivable thing and labelled in every possible way.
From certain elderly gossips of Romanian politics to propagandists in the skins of journalists, from “providential dragons” and puffed-up hashtags of the capital’s squares and marketplaces to great partisans of handcuffs and of the Luluțas, they all sing in a perfectly harmonised chorus how odious I am and how sold to the easterners, how I undermine the order of the state of the righteous and endanger public health itself. This whole foul clique, fed on public money, labels me — alongside other persons whose company on this list makes me feel honoured — a DENIALIST!
I admit it: I am a denialist! But not a denialist of the virus, whatever it may be and however dangerous it may prove to be.
I am a Denialist of the lie and of terror, a denialist of dictatorship, abuse and oppression… unlike them, unlike those who live off the institutionalised lie that has brought this people to the state it is in.
The last to enrol on this list of our detractors is a certain “little one with the big head” who believes himself the personification of a historic party that long ago became history. Both he and the party whose rubber stamp he takes out for a walk through offices turned into cafés and other eating houses. This one, surpassing in abjection even the most disgusting sewage of the system, dares to label those who publicly opposed the quarantine law as “imbeciles”, “slaves of the system, though some of them play the intellectuals, the theologians, the ‘civic-minded’ who give lessons, the irreplaceable patriots: they deserve their fate!”
Evidently, we deserve our fate if we allowed such a character to set himself up for far too long as a “leader” — he, a slave of the Băsescu system; he, who for years polished the prick of the sailor Petrov; he, an intestinal worm of the parallel state which he encouraged and supported for years and which only began to stink to him when he was expelled from its meanderings.
I shall not mention his name. I am disgusted! I was disgusted too when I deleted his name from my address book.
In any case, one thing is certain: we are a nuisance.
The words spoken by a handful of people frighten the all-powerful of the day and their slaves. Not because they are heard too loudly, not because they are uttered by many mouths… but because they are true.
And they know that only the Truth can make us free!
And they do not want us to be free — that is certain!
This is the last time I shall write a single word here in reply to the filth or against my detractors.
Next time I shall address myself directly to the courts. Where I expect all the more or less undercover Securitate men to prove either that I am the man of the Russians, of the Chinese, of the Somalis, of the Americans or of the Klingons; or to prove that I have denied the existence of the virus; or that I am the slave of some system (whichever it may be); or that I have ever received a penny for saying what I have said or shall say.
All the system’s bugles must understand that indeed anyone may say anything, at any time and in any way, about anyone… so long as he is ready to pay for the filth he pours out.
Wishing all the abject ones, the *securici* and the slaves of the system my traditional “#HaiSiktir”,
I ask you, the few, not to cease to be as you have been: worthy and courageous!
#BeNotAfraid
#WeShallWin!
#DownWithTheDictatorship!
Postscript: no, I shall not go to Victoriei Square on 10 August!
Because 10 August is about #rezist, about the #globalists and the #Securitate men.
Because I am not #rezist!
Because I am not a #globalist!
Because I am not a #Securitate man!
#CoalitionForTheNation.
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