By Agim Xhafka
Every time I watch the proceedings of the assembly on TV, I feel sadness, anger, hatred, despair. That environment seems to me like a cage where achievers, careerists, ambitious people, swindlers, tricksters, thieves, miserable vassals have been thrown... In short, a pavilion of idiots who, if they were to compete with a group of schizophrenics, would have lost their battle. Today, listening to some discussions, I am calling them that so as not to dirty my mouth, I remembered a bitter humor from the time of the deceased. Those days when you were facing the black, but you said that it was white so that the first one would give the directive. The boss who kept you close and ordered you to serve him with heroism was unparalleled. A megalomaniac who, with night school and kicking friends, barely finished both high school and high school, became the director of education in Korça. Even culture was covered by this same official. One day he happened to be at a concert of the band "Lira". When he heard that one of their songs had a line about a mill, he became furious:
-What is this anachronism, man! What is this mill, man, that you are raising to the sky, man? Change it immediately, man, make it a flour factory, man!
In the next song, when it said, "O you snowy mountains," it was replaced with, "O you terraced mountains."
The adventures continued. One afternoon they happened upon a painting exhibition. They saw a landscape, the lake to the west. And underneath the caption: "Night in Pogradec."
He got angry and shouted at the painter:
-But the nights of our days are not like this, my boy! They are nights full of light, my, full of sun, my! Do you understand, my?
Aren't these monsters, our MPs, similar to that monster? Produced from political sperm, disgusting.
