Fairytale Romania

In the first day of school, Minister Adomniţei read a fairytale to the little children gathered around him. The children were under the spell of the electoral tale and they will grow up to see the event wasn’t a random thing. 

In the first day of school, Minister Adomniţei read a fairytale to the little children gathered around him. The children were under the spell of the electoral tale and they will grow up to see the event wasn’t a random thing.  

In this country, where "The fundamental institution and principal piece of the social memory (...) is hypocrisy”, one has to get the thing with fairytales since childhood. Otherwise, one risks being crushed by the lie piles in the drawers of the Romanian society.

One could use the word “tale” to describe, for example, the statement of the President saying that “others take care of lies and trinkets." Because he did not find another answer when he was asked to explain the toxic deal between PD-L and PRM, the President spoke unclearly. And, perhaps jaded by remorse, flew to Italy, far from the struggle appeared among his subordinates familiar with the presidential mockery.

To confess his sin, Traian the Great Changer went to Castle Gandolfo, and there, in the shadow of the Swiss Guard, he received the blessing of the Holy Father Benedict XVI.

The purification of the pope and the stifling smell of bishop incense threw him into the crowd cleaner and more powerful. He felt so powerful that he felt the need to be named Knight of Malta, after an exchange of gifts with the "hierarchs" of mysterious Order. Back at home, a halt to Tebea to celebrate Crăişor with Stolo on the right and Vadim on the left. A further proof of "social realism of the populism of Basescu", to quote the same Traian Ungureanu. The nationalist electorate is no spare change and this is why “the Maltese Falcon" felt that it was time to grab it and bring it closer to the party of loyal Boc.

Like any real soldier, our President did not shake off the nationalist reflexes and, with the instincts practiced during recent years, he baffled the uncertainty of the voters sensitive to historical legends.  

And, in the Basescu vision, the reality is that the cops of Har-VOC kind of discriminated the Romanians in that area, since most auctions have gone to the Hungarian firms.

So, again selling of country, again traitors and, volens, nolens, a gang of greedy spies. The nationalist voters are thrilled and proud, they are avenged and further strengthened for their political beliefs by the President himself.

"The positive populism inaugurated in the Romanian politics by Mr Basescu" is now based on the minorities that outnumber the Romanians in certain counties of Romania, counties in which Budapest is more important than Bucharest.

If this is Romania coming back to its senses, I can only agree with Traian Ungureanu, who wrote that "Romania gives birth to people unlucky to have been born in Romania."

Fairytale also refers to the euro-salaries promised by the politicians as well as the pensions increased in a Western manner, as well as the living standard statistically improved or the highway drawings made during the propaganda speeches. Fairytales are also the jobs in the demagogical programs of the parties and the social protection measures, and the improvement of the political class, and the Euro-Atlantic integration, and the support of tens of thousand of "bucks" promised by Geoană for each person that gets back into the country. Fairytales, fairytales, fairytales.

The Eastern Emperor, the recession coming from Sunset Emperor ... and "this bastardly short miracle" called life, as late Octavian Paler said, are the only things that are not part of a fairytale.