By: Vančo K. Tegov
The time from the initiative for the referendum, during the collection of signatures to submit the referendum initiative, and then to submit the request for the calling of a legislative referendum on the ZDPID, was a time of constant attacks on the initiators, organisers, and on the individuals collecting signatures – they were insulted, told they stank…
Not for a moment did they consider that this undesired effect might have occurred precisely because of their own actions – labelling, attacking, politically “masturbating,” and experiencing ecstasy of unimaginable proportions. They claimed that the organisers and initiators were engaging in yet another futile endeavour – as they called the referendum – relying on past situations when similar initiatives had failed. The cardinal and decisive “step” on the path to failure was the “initiative” to boycott the referendum by the ever-so-wise Prime Minister, suggesting that the referendum day should be a day for sunshine, vitamin D, and a walk in nature. At the same time, he effectively issued a ‘fatwa’ upon himself and those who assist him in making such idiotic decisions – decisions he, as a kind of “Sun King,” makes, and then carries on with his mistress to sit in the park at Bled. Contemplating a new Falcon jet for his monastic “courtesan” and her getaways.
A “bitter” realisation on Sunday afternoon
As Sunday’s late afternoon came to a close, the referendum results clearly showed that the opponents of the referendum and the lovers of hereditary privileged pensions had miscalculated. At first, there was a bitter aftertaste, then even “foam” on the once-loquacious, pompous, and unsubstantiated mouths. Eventually, their expressions turned unnaturally long and sour. Even though they still hoped during the afternoon hours that the referendum would fail, they already felt their defeat. They were quick to start scheming, pondering how to “rebrand” the convincing defeat – the rejection of the law that had sprouted in their own garden, or rather in the garden of Asta Vrečko, the culture minister, also known as the “Čebine Princess.” The end of the day brought clear satisfaction to the initiators from SDS and others who had encouraged their members and supporters to turn out and vote.
An almost plebiscitary result AGAINST a law that should never have come into effect – one that aimed to reward actions with bonuses that had nothing to do with reality. A slap that will sting for a long time. Long enough that they will not be able to endure it – they will need therapy for PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder).
And the interpretation…
Well, the interpretation is just like with the Serbs – turning every defeat into an epic conclusion. First, claiming it was not a defeat but a victory. A victory just like the Serbs, who wanted to show they could resist. These political infants claim victory by counting everyone who did not show up to vote – in their eyes, nearly 75% – as “winners”. Winners of what? Of obeying the dumbest of “commands”, accomplishing a big fat nothing, and turning their supposed will into frustration, perhaps even future troubles.
This is the absurd, sick “mathematics” of the young ruling parliamentarians – proud owners of a political bipolar cognitive disorder, a kind of blackout or dysfunction in half their brain. What is “good” here for maintaining and nurturing privileges and the privileged is the fact that it will not happen – and that those currently in Parliament, representatives of fluid, undefined street masses, have effectively squandered their political future…
Success is…
The real success belongs to those who invested their knowledge, thinking, and effort on behalf of the real, everyday citizen – the one who works, or who has completed their working life – so that they, and others like them, receive what they have contributed to the pension fund. As for those who were the intended beneficiaries of this “anti-law”, they will have to earn it in a different way – through the real value of what they do, which they like to call art.
The stance of those who stood tall in this plebiscitary stand against privilege must remain firm and upright going forward – sailing with full sails in a favourable wind… toward a better tomorrow for everyone, not just the privileged few.
