By: Vančo K. Tegov
Hail Robert, hopeless Slovenia! Thus begins every appearance of the sun king of Slovenian liberalism, pardon, the unbalanced, short-statured socialist and idol of mental and political infants. Sadly.
Mental and political degeneration is at its peak. Illnesses of all kinds, especially among the politically and cognitively under-equipped, are spreading and metastasising. Institutions, ministries, entire systems are disintegrating within the “living” body. The court, the parliament, now filled with buffoonish fools of both genders, has turned into a circus tent performing its acts, so poorly, in fact, that the presence of an on-call doctor is urgently needed in this parliamentary circus. It is so bad; you feel sick to your stomach and on the verge of vomiting at any moment.
These days, finally, in the Prince’s Palace of “wise men” and fools (in our circumstances, the National Assembly), one of the prince’s more grotesque and useless court ministers, Simon Maljevac, previously known as a writer of brochures and instructions on language anal processing from an early stage of childhood, regardless of gender, has remained in his seat next to the Prince of Kromberk, only this time he has to work more intensively on stealing money from adults and thinning accounts without the consent of citizens so that they get nothing for the money collected, only hope that has not even “set out on its journey” yet.
Regarding his court minister for security, the “Prince of Kromberk” made a shocking statement about openness to foreign cultural and linguistic arrivals. “I am optimistic that the new team will exceed expectations, even though some scepticism has been expressed in recent weeks,” he said. What was once successfully achieved during the Austro-Hungarian era, stopping the Ottoman Turks, and even by the previous government, is now being undone. Given the current climate, we may soon see a welcomed influx of doctors, nuclear physicists, Molotov cocktail experts, and cultural performers, in short, an enrichment of everything we have been “missing.” What we have lacked, apparently, are budget spenders of all kinds and orientations, especially those from the realm of spiritual and cultural elevation. That is what we “need,” is it not?
Trends and processes in Slovenian schools are increasingly promoting the education of staff in languages that have no roots in Slovenia. A suitable candidate was even found in the provinces, an unfulfilled mountain “princess of education” who, either mistakenly or deliberately, serves at one of the elementary schools in Žalec.
Urška Klakočar Zupančič, the first “red nail” president of the National Assembly, has transitioned from once deeply intimate, almost ecstatic embraces with the Prince of Kromberk to a completely unhinged pursuit of opportunities for flirtation, be it at the cinema, parties, or celebrations somewhere in Lower Carniola. She now sits on the knee of a somewhat worn-out rocker from Šempeter near Nova Gorica, clearly a fellow countryman, who strums strings and plays cheap popular tunes that captivate the famous wearer of red high heels. As she once declared, “I do not want to be and remain alone.” And so she goes to the cinema to munch on popcorn.
The Colonial Posture of the Prince, pardon, the Jester from Kromberk
At the recent MED9 summit, hosted by this very prince, accompanied by his first-appointed socialite, a Monegasque “princess,” or rather a trap from the sidewalks of Monaco, he managed to orchestrate a debacle of unforeseen proportions, where no one wanted to associate with the most infamous “mono” among the companions of prime ministers. The most astute and diplomatically savvy were Jordan’s King Abdullah II, who conveniently had a cold, and Italy’s Prime Minister Giorgia Meloni, who was in the midst of preparing for her 50th birthday celebration and managed to preserve her clean hands and unblemished reputation. The only one loyal in folly and recklessness, especially in his choice of ceremonial and private entourage, was Emmanuel Macron, who graciously lent an ear to Golob, just enough for Golob to prepare for his next “illness” and skip a high-level security meeting. Macron, by delegation, ended up substituting for Golob, the president of sovereign Slovenia, who stayed home nursing the wounds of his bruised ego after the “successful” hosting of the MED9 summit. As if Slovenia were a colony. It was even said that Macron did not quite know what or whom he was representing, only that his views, according to Golob, were strikingly similar, if not identical.
“Abdication” and departure!?
I hope that all of you who enjoy following the lives of Slovenia’s “non-dynastic” princes, courtiers, ladies-in-waiting, and the many members of the “court jesters” entourage, not to mention the budgetary ballast, have already had enough of this week’s embarrassment and the undermining of the reputation of the country we live in, even before Friday arrives.
Until the next opportunity to peek into the “prince’s chicken coop”, pardon, the Court, I wish you as few bitter smiles and financial hits to your household budget as possible.
Let’s just hope he “abdicates” soon, dissolves the court, and allows the Republic to return, and with it, hands over the leadership of the country to those who truly know how to govern with quality, safety, frugality, and for the good of all.