Three sovereignist candidates today and Călin Georgescu tomorrow and the day after tomorrow - Episode 1

Never before has the Romanian nation been so exasperated by the insignificance of the country's president, prime minister, government, parliament, and politicians in general, as to confuse the vulgarity, crudeness, and screams of a presidential candidate like Diana Şoşoacă with manifestations of a revolt against "the system": she knows, the more crude you are, the more convincing.

Perhaps her sovereignist political message would be important if it were not overshadowed by roars. Şoşoacă doesn't wake you from the slumber of reason, but from sleep, literally. You can use her as an alarm:

"Enough!

It's unbearable!

That's it!

Does it bother you that I can ?!

Bravo to me that I can and have the courage!"

All of these are screams.

You start your day trembling.

In reality, any quote from Şoşoacă's words is useless; it doesn't matter if she tells the truth or lies, no written word can match her screams. Şoşoacă doesn't make grammatical mistakes - it's the only sign that, in fact, she stages her eruptions - but I think if she were illiterate, then she would accentuate her "anti-system" aspect, becoming "anti-systemic".

More luck.

In the Botox apocalypse, the silhouette is advantageous. Compared to her, the slender George Simion seems approachable; he's just cheeky - he penetrates your privacy, films you, touches you, makes jokes - in fact, he's not far from the "system", sometimes he dresses in a suit, white shirt, and tie: "the path to 50%+1, in the 2024 elections, is pure mathematics". System.

The logo of the AUR party is cunning; it presents the western part of the map of Romania, but in the east it traces a semicircle of European stars, suggesting reunification with the Republic of Moldova. As a graphic designer, I appreciate it; as a citizen, I applaud it; but George Simion was expelled on October 1, 2018, from the Republic of Moldova, being declared persona non grata for a period of five years, accused of ties with the Russian Secret Service (this year, the ban was extended for another five years). AUR denied it.

Complicated...

It's easier with Florin Călinescu.

Still blindfolded, on all fours on the pile of letters from "Watch and Win" from thirty years ago, the so-called "sovereigntist" Florin Călinescu no longer wants to recite "Turn your face to the West", as "his PRO TV" urged back then with ardor (he boasted that it was his, but it belonged to Adrian Sîrbu, Ion Ţiriac, and Ronald Lauder, so he had nothing to do with the tax evasion there, he just benefited from it).

With obscene gestures and a vulgar discourse, spoken with a thin intellectual twist, Călinescu boasts that, in verbal confrontation, he demolishes Ciucă&Ciolacu.

As if that were an achievement.

As if Ponta hadn't crushed Klaus&Iohannis.

As if the electoral competition were reduced to who is more boorish.

If Şoşoacă barked at him once, Călinescu would fall on all fours, on his back, to show his soft parts, like strays in front of the dachshunds, as a sign of submission.

For Şoşoacă, the command is "Sit!"

For Călinescu, "Serve!"

How could Călinescu ever reach a confrontation with Ciucă&Ciolacu?!

What can you expect from a living actor?...

I mean, you understand, it's about where he practices acting.