Loose screws

It sounds seemingly quite logical that dictators and authoritarian rulers are not prone to sentimentality and moods typical of "weepers", such as, for example, nostalgia. They have neither reason nor time for it, for them every new day is a new joy in messing up other people's lives. We are not counting here on a situation in which they lose power, and survive socially and physically. Then they are also nostalgic for the time of their god-and-beating, but as people of action, even then they will not indulge in mere lamentation, but will look at how to return to power. If they succeed in this, they are usually even more unbearable in the rerun than in the premiere, because they are driven by the urge to take revenge for the injustice done to them, and any loss of power for them is an injustice of heavenly proportions. One such person will move into a big, white house again in a few days, and may God help us all with him.

How are things with ours? provincial lord? The state of decadence and loosening of the screws that hold it together is visible to the naked eye, and he did not lack a sense of pathos and theatrical self-pity even in some of his much calmer and safer times. Although a part of his personality always strives to prove his macho credibility, he is not of solid enough build to be convincing in this; that pre-pubescent roaming around and infantile reference to his own hooligan skills ("let all five of them come and I'll beat them up") always seemed more funny than scary to him. And that's exactly what's scary: when you have the mechanisms of illegitimate power at your disposal, at some point you'll cross the line and do terrible things just to prove - if only to yourself - that you're not funny.

Be that as it may, the illegitimate owner of Serbia is still in the saddle, perhaps more firmly than many think who are carried away by the effects of the first situation in these dozen years in which he was seriously thrown out of balance (here, therefore, I am not talking about internal balance, because that a sad story that is better not to touch), so he certainly has more urgent and smarter things to do than sighing over a "better past": his "better past" is still the present. What is happening all over Serbia is a fight over whether there will be a future.

And yet, I have a theory that there is at least one thing according to which the so-called Vučić is already nostalgic. I bet on a signed copy of Dr. Vojislav Šešelj's book "Sanader's cat Aleksandar Vučić" that you would never guess what I mean! Namely, it is about the cry "Vučić, faggot" that echoed for years not only in sports arenas but also in the so-called oppositional and, in the broader sense of the word, Budji gatherings during the first decade of his reign. Now suddenly he is nowhere to be found (at least on the streets and in colleges, I can't vouch for fan subcultures, but realistically, who cares about them anymore?). Is Vučić suddenly amnestied because of his alleged preference for the same sex?

No joke, Vučić was angered by this "fag" of his personality for a long time, because in the mental world of people like him, it is the worst possible insult. Someone with stronger nerves would not even look back at that side effect of an inarticulate and therefore completely harmless rebellion, but not him: it genuinely affected him, and it was touching to watch: hey, a seemingly grown man...

And then, suddenly and without warning, literally in a fraction of a pro-November second, things got damn serious. A country in which he is not responsible for almost anything, but is asked about almost everything, directly, in front of all of us, killed fifteen of its citizens, mostly young people. Or is "state" no longer the most adequate word, but a corruption-mafiocratic octopus? Whatever it is, it has killed before, these are not its first victims, and they are unlikely to be the last. But never has her murderous nature been so clear and visible. Many realized only with that tragic moment that this is a question of survival: either all of us with our small but only lives, or This without end.

At that point, the infantile insult of "Vučić the fag" becomes senseless, impossible, too obviously too stupid. At the latest, it starts working for him, not against him, and he becomes aware of it. He much prefers incoherent insults from those who are fundamentally similar to him, than mockingly humming "Get out, baby", or outright ignoring, which is an unbearable blow to the ego of any self-righteous person.

That's why I wouldn't be surprised if AV, in addition to organizing the Praetorian Guard, the so-called loyalist, deal with the restoration of the structure of his false opponents and essentially brothers in values ​​and convictions, who would try to take control of the anti-regime narrative again with their idiotic ramblings, which emit only meaninglessness and impotence, and that is exactly what an autocrat needs. For an autocrat begins to truly fall not so much when he loses control over his supporters as when he loses control over his opponents.