Elisa of Envy

2024-08-22 11:59:00, Opinione Edison Ypi

Elisa Spiropali, Speaker of the Parliament

Some hounds, some carrion, some muzzles, some failures, so snarling that when you see them activate the salivary glands instantly, they have panicked why Elisa Spiropali was elected Speaker of the Parliament.

You envious, you scumbag, you might think that the coffee mill looks like Elisa Spiropali who will grind you in a little while, your fanfare, your rants, are shameful, dishonest, unworthy.

The success of the other has terrified you so much, that you have run away from the idol, you have become furious, you have gone mad. You are made like those pies, at the corner of the alley, with onions, cottage cheese, spinach. But they are full of empty. You can barely feel the distant aroma of a crumb of cottage cheese that was mistakenly inserted into the pie.

What's going on with the envious rages that stir your guts when you see them, hear them, read them, it's nonsense, paradox, inverted logic, effect without cause, future without present, heartbeat without heart, cold fire, sun without sky, fart no ass.

The old disease has stalked Man since the mists of time.

Elisa Spiropali, Speaker of the Parliament

Primitive drawings inside the caves show boars and sows chasing a donkey, attesting to the antiquity of the phenomenon.

In the surrealist version, the envious oppressors are depicted as a rock made of flesh. Every time Sisyphus climbs up the pieces of meat, so many times the meat grinder rolls down.

In the socialist version, the brightly colored propaganda painting depicts a collective meeting at the Metallurgical Plant, the Tractor Plant, or the Azotik of Fier. Where the working class fights tooth and nail with saboteurs and ferocious enemies who are eager to put sticks under the wheels of the revolution. On the podium of the meeting, Comrade Jarga, Comrade Tuli, Comrade Dhjami, Comrade Qeni, Comrade Çakalli, listen in amazement and warmly approve the inane rhetoric of the revolted clans. Proletarian langarakas, turners, welders, fitters wearing dock overalls, menacingly wave the works of Comrade Vampiri and the quotes of Comrade Mao. The angry halabaks, Comrade Bloza, Comrade Bucja, Comrade Letyra, Comrade Ku?ka, Comrade Qelbi, are denouncing the bourgeois Elisa Spiropali for lack of proletarian vision, deviation from the party line, failure to properly perform duties as ordered by the party, as required by the situation , as Pal Vata teaches us.

Elisa Spiropali, Speaker of the Parliament

That the dissolute revolutionaries who meow about Elisa Spiropali are spies, nomenklativists, persecutors, this is obvious, this is betrayed by the face of a cadre chief with close ties to the Security. The boss's office is barred like a bear cage. The boss.

Elisa Spiropali is the only politician who goes to the field, where she gets tired, fights and wins.

Arguments against Elisa Spiropali if you hang them upside down with a hook from the ceiling, and if you hit them bam-bam with a stick, fill the world with mold.

What are these witches looking for, what are they aiming for, what are they claiming?

It is difficult to get into the brains of fools to find the real reason for their babbling. What should Elisa Spiropali do to calm down the wrinkles that are wrinkle? Are the talkers happy if Elisa Spiropali tells their own people this;

- Thank you colleagues for the trust and respect you showed me. But a problem has arisen. They don't want the sloppiness. Those who rise and fall on Facebook. Where they write posts to vomit. They weave intrigues. They take selfies. They are convinced that without their consent the sun does not warm, the earth does not rotate, the sea dries up, the rain does not fall, the wind does not blow. Please replace me with one of the genius bitches.

Elisa Spiropali, Speaker of the Parliament

Why do you do this, you envious person?

How are you, angry?

Maybe you are angry that you have time without reading any poetry or listening to some music.

Maybe, apart from mom, no one has petted you since you were born.

You can't remember how many years it's been since you can't remember who to pay them a compliment.

No wonder, the schizophrenic outburst comes from the lack of a deep massage from those things that make women happy. But no one likes to oppress them.

If none of these, the cause of their mental disorders, is the biggest concern of women. What hurts more. The one for which tears are never enough. The most painful suffering is the lack of poems, music, caresses, compliments, massage of pleasure, and all other pleasures. The unbearable pain, the silent moaning about the fact that for as long as he can remember, no one has kissed him.