By: Vančo K. Tegov
It has been three years and a bit over a month since the champagne was drunk, spilled, and splashed around. If any bottle was left, it is long since gone completely bad.
Back then, “Freedom” was supposed to begin. A freedom that was supposed to unleash all potential in the fields of the economy, culture, migration, installations, and much more. But none of that happened. Instead, the streets were flooded with a previously camouflaged mass of cultural “installers” – fried-out potheads from Metelkova and other similar holes – accompanied by a suitable number of drunken and piss-soaked poets, witchy poetesses, women who fancy radiators as sex toys, performance artists staging animal mating rituals – you name it. All in the name of Freedom… and filth. A freedom from anything related to responsibility, productivity, efficiency, and everyday normalcy. A freedom of falling and failing, of demolishing and devastating all that is Slovenian in the human and human in the Slovene. To the bird throne was inaugurated the bird – Golob, the pigeon – who leaves traces in his wake. And those who follow him step right into those traces, which are anything but pleasant – rather, they stink. Yet the followers keep stepping into his droppings. What followed was a revolutionary campaign of deconstruction – tearing down houses, bridges, and projects that already existed. The most revolutionary thing about it all? An exceptional level of ignorance, shallowness – near idiocy – disguised as arrogance and repulsiveness.
Where are Golob’s “stinky traces” most visible?
Healthcare is in ruins. One minister took a walk across Slovenia, checked who is who, and whether they are “one of ours” – then turned back to Ljubljana, renovated his office, added sound insulation, and started “thinking.” Primary healthcare does not have enough doctors. 120,000 citizens are without a personal physician. He tried to dismiss the worst-performing director of the Ljubljana Health Centre – but no success. So, after some boldness came an apology, remorse, and a kiss on the hand of the Ljubljana mayor – just to make clear who is boss. A new Strategic Council was formed, filled with individuals who were a nuisance from the outside, mixed in with some street-level representatives – just enough to ensure nothing really changes. Pathetic and dehumanising. Then came a new health minister, one barely different from the street protestors who imagine they know and matter in healthcare. She is practically dependent – unable to make a move without “consulting” them first. Three years of healthcare collapse have brought us to a point where not even workers from the former “natural pool,” the so-called “Yugosphere”, want to come here. How far Slovenia has fallen. It is no longer even falling – just lying down, sprawled out, losing its spirit. Once upon a time, we liked to think ourselves superior, mocking how “things down there” were handled – under the table, pay up and you are set. Now we are at that very level of corruption in healthcare. If you are not properly “burdened” with gifts or something else, you are not getting treatment anytime soon.
The economy, meanwhile, is withering, dying, still falling – even though COVID is long gone. The trend of departures and brain drain due to non-competitiveness and high labour costs per unit is unstoppable. Just like the gloomy outlook.
Everything is set up, so nothing moves. Wages are too low, leading to massive turnover in sectors where pay is better. Some industries are shrinking due to lack of labour. Wage burdens are making the economy increasingly uncompetitive.
The much-hyped Filipinos, when they even show up, live in inhumane conditions, and at the first opportunity, they flee far away from us. They are just one more weight dragging down the already grim picture – one that remains dark even if you put on rose-coloured glasses.
The Prime Minister arrived with a “brilliant” idea – managing border-crossing people as a labour force. Illegal and economic migrants are to be turned into an advantage for the economy. According to him, we should begin organising labour imports (with consulates opening in places like the Philippines for this purpose). All new ideas, all beautiful on the surface. But there is one novelty that is making citizens’ hair stand on end: WC diplomacy, personified by his private partner – the “Monaco courtesan”, who, alongside her usual zipper-diplomacy antics with global VIPs, now also carries the nickname RobeTina. Her schedule is so “unbearable” that it sparked a proposal for a new Falcon jet – something that must materialise quickly. Mata Hari–style diplomacy is on the rise.
In the field of culture, every act of undressing or contorting earns high and regular funding. Every act of grating a carrot in one’s crotch is suddenly a world-class event. Even the culture minister comes from this very milieu. On the other hand, the idea of a Museum of Slovenian Independence was scrapped – claiming we do not need it. Yet every other country in the world has such a museum. Only our “Marxists” refuse to acknowledge the creation of our own country in a globally recognised manner. The world acknowledged Slovenia’s independence on June 25th, 1991, yet their delusions point to another date. Meanwhile, the “guerilla fighters” are still glorified with monuments – commemorating their five-pointed stars, livestock thefts from mountain farmers, and sexual assaults on women in the hills. That depravity has returned and is now being glorified. Much of this must be corrected, and figures like Asta Vrečko must be politically “beheaded.” Their so-called revolutions will eventually devour their own ministers.
A JNA cook would still be the country’s top cop!
The police’s performance is beneath criticism. Where they should act, nothing happens. When crime becomes too big a challenge, they either avoid it, overlook it – or passively collaborate by doing nothing. Since the presentation of the Schengen border to the south, many officers were redeployed inland. And what are they doing? Sitting behind every corner, catching small fry. Like in the darkest days, they go door to door, “gathering” intelligence. About what? Whether a farmer might drive his tractor tomorrow? Why does that interest the police? This is police repression against Slovenians, collusion with foreigners, and the abandonment of integration policy – as if it were a nuisance. The need to preserve our language and its associated culture is being erased. Meanwhile, elsewhere in Europe, migration policy is changing. Even Germany, one of the biggest culprits, is shifting course and leaning toward remigration of those who cannot or will not integrate. Austria is even moving to ban family reunifications, especially from countries where there is long been no real threat to life. So, for those – and others who reject integration and instead pursue, as their religious leaders put it, a replacement of the native population – systematic remigration is the only fitting solution. Put simply: send them back to where they came from. I once said that Europe made a colossal mistake in allowing uncontrolled mass illegal migration. The only remedy is remigration – now. Otherwise, even though it is already late, we are heading toward a demographic and economic catastrophe of mythical proportions – a complete collapse of civilisation.
Foreign policy? A disaster.
Tanja Fajon and her non-aligned policy are like a third-rate league. Utterly incompetent. Immature.
While cozying up to the third world and defending Palestinian terrorism, their flag still flies on our government buildings in Ljubljana. Diplomatically, they focus only on second-rate Balkan losers and their corrupt leaders.
Even here, they are aided by connections to the Ljubljana mayor and his pepper-loving clique. In just a year, they have achieved more political disorientation and incompetence than anyone thought possible. And none of it benefits us. Nothing. All it brings is ridicule. The stability we had before April 2022 has been utterly crushed. Foreign policy, split between pro-Hamas posturing and WC diplomacy, is not only laughable and disrespected – it is disgraceful. A shame on Slovenia.
What does Slovenia resemble after three years of plucking and destroying all well-laid foundations for a better tomorrow?
A plucked hen, one so miserable that not even the worst village rooster would bother with it. Except, of course, for the already-mentioned indiscriminately “defecating” pigeon – Golob – who is still everywhere, unchecked.
Who really wanted this outcome? Certainly no one rational or sensible.
The free fall must come to an end – soon, rapidly, immediately – because if we wait any longer, there will be nothing left to stop. Everything will go to ruin. That is why we must finally embrace change, even if that means a change of government and early elections.
Truly!