vlast has started the election campaign campaign under the slogan "United Serbia". State officials, from Vučić on down, cruise around Serbia for days like a traveling circus, animating their voters. No matter what they said about research and ratings, Vučić and company realized that the devil had taken the joke and that they had to consolidate support in their electorate. That body feels best when the speeches are short and incendiary, the music is loud, the grill is hot, and the beer is cold. A general mobilization of all party activists was ordered, Era, Bekuta, Snežana Đurišić, Vesna Zmijanac, Ljuba Aličič and other stars of Grand and Pink were hired, who will perform the appropriate repertoire for the team.
In different parts of Serbia, the Ćacilanda franchise, which has all the features of a fair, has sprung up overnight. The central tent, where one eats, drinks and dances, calls out to Vučić, shouts "Aco Srbine!", and then drinks, eats and splits stakes. Safe conduit for safe voices.
The tent thus became a symbol of Vučić's campaign, with many different meanings. The tent is a sign of parties, family celebrations, weddings, baptisms, which corresponds to the fixed idea of some kind of family that Vučić and his voters make up. He realized that he had to do what the students do completely naturally and organically, visiting the length and breadth of Serbia. Like a rich relative from Belgrade, Vučić called all his relatives from the village to assure them that he was one of them, that he had not been reborn and that he would continue to send them some kind of church gift so that they would not die of hunger. He can unabashedly lie to those voters that the blockaders will first revoke the right to vote for grandparents, then they will beat them in some kind of political frenzy, and then they will move on to the parents. In that order.
This tent initiative includes another important element, which is the forced labor of Vučić's associates who have yet to prove, primarily to him, that they are not disgusted by the ordinary world.
I admit that there are certain comedians when we watch Ana Brnabić drunk, at 40 degrees, with a little hat on her head singing folk songs, or Siniša Mali, to whom the šajkača stands just like that, leaning on his ears so as not to fall over his eyes. Milenko reached for the microphone, there is also a party youth, who does not miss the opportunity to take a selfie. Darko Glišić eats expertly while Era sings to him, then after Era he changes his sweaty T-shirt, that is, two sisters-in-law change him, one black and one blue, milina.
All of them are filled with uneasiness to the point of frenzy, but they all act as if that's all they want from life. I get stuck in a circle, sweat stains under my armpits, itching to the max, brandy and heat hit, you can see the lack of oxygen, but there is no giving up, giving up is not an option! I can only imagine how an iron is thrown from the tent when it is overdone, and it is evidently overdone.
Somehow, along with the tent, as a symbol of the camp, of the army before the decisive battle, comes heightened emotion, questions of life and death pop up. Some madman threatens to slaughter Vučić, the police, of course, swindle him, but then the President shows understanding, even mercy towards a troubled and delusional man, whom he already sees as good, but has been corrupted by blockade propaganda.
Vučić promises elections, but he promises much louder and more clearly under those tents what he will give to the people when they vote. There will be a higher pension, cheaper medicines, 6000 dinars for every adult from the Action Fund, which is not money from the budget. Then comes the absolute hit of this election campaign, a moment of metaphysical politics in its purest form. The heirs of those who died between 2007 and today will receive the money because they are shareholders of that fund. Money for dead souls, voices from the other world, official campaign, buying votes and remittances from the grave.
At that moment, the tent celebration gets another important anthropological element, which is a set of burial customs. Pre-election memorial services, this government's patent for staying in political life. Until now, we in the Balkans have had necropolitics, which is essentially based on counting corpses, manipulating nameless victims with the premise that all evils are always and only others' fault. The crimes are theirs, we are just the victims. This is how political opponents are demonized and declared murderers, Ustashes, Shiptars and Mujahideen.
We, under that tent, are always right, we have always been wronged, but no one can do anything to us, where are you, Mithras!
If you are not under a tent, if you happen to be on vacation, throw a coin in the fountain and wish that Vučić will rule forever. That way all your wishes will be fulfilled. If you are not well, if you don't know where the health center is, you will be treated in the van by Ćaci Pavlović, who plays a doctor, or Dr. Macut, or Dr. Lončar, there is a whole council under a tent, next to a toi toi, a merry-go-round and an inflatable castle where children can jump to their heart's content.
In this world there are no students, no cities, no dilemma. Everything is like one big Elite on Pink, where life is just usaneseipodase, where we know who we hate, and Serbia wins!
Unfortunately, that Christian who has a crush on Vučić, so he gets a tattoo on his arm or shaves his AV on his head, in the meantime beats up his wife a bit or hugs a dog. During that time, the only thing missing under the tent is Minister DV Stanković who, by his own admission, cannot sleep because he has not yet prevented and annexed the autonomy of the University. As soon as he finishes his work, he goes under the tent to the ministerial college.
I have already stated that Vučić completely took over the political franchise of the late Palma, who, in addition to the traveling fair, the folk dance, also used the Aquapark, so I would really like Vučić's next party to be in Jagodina in bathing suits, and then everyone holds hands and down the slide. The tent, chador, tent and pagoda from Pionirski Park became a symbol of this government. However, one important note: sooner or later that circus will leave your town and all that will remain is a pile of garbage, empty pockets, hangovers and headaches.
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