Best Side Dish for Pork

Best Side Dish for Pork

Mr. Adrian Năstase hit the roof when he read the following phrase that I, the undersigned, wrote: "Mr. Năstase lost the elections because he managed to relay to Romanians the acute sentiment that he is so greedy that he will not give them a part of what he's stolen". That's just as high as he jumped back in 2003-2004, when he was reading investigations in Adevărul about the enormous frauds Mr. Remus Truică, his Chief of Staff, was up to. Or about those whose job title was "friend of the Prime Minister", Messrs. Bittner and Petrache.

Mr. Truică just turned 40, and he spent many of these years working very hard. He has countless real estate assets, a palace of a villa, a yacht in Romania, another villa and another yacht in the Caribbean, and drives a car that's worth hundreds of thousands of Euro. Back when he was Prime Minister Năstase's go to advisor (Social Democrat), he had a wedding ceremony that cost 40,000 Euro so that G-d Almighty could approve of his union to another Christian, some 6 years after they were legally wed. The bride and groom emerged then on the lawn of Snagov Palace from a white limo surrounded by 6 riders on horseback, all dressed in white, in the presence of the entire Năstase Cabinet (Social Democrat). Well, here's to them enjoying many years together.

Now, celebrating Mr. Remus Truică's birthday, 80,000 Euro was just Patricia Kaas' fee, who was invited to play at the Snagov party. It was probably held on the 10 hectares of land illegally ripped by Mr. Truică in 2003 from the century old Snagov oak tree forest. Roast pig and baby lamb thrilled the hearts and stomachs of hundreds of guests, amongst them some of the birthday boy's free peasants from the Caribbean.
Excessive luxury, impudence, defiance, mockery? Perhaps these are the words going through your heads, o readers of Gândul, amongst whom are many who don't know how you're going to make it till fall. I have a different opinion: I think it's pure, unadulterated human joy that this former pillar of Social Democracy (and current, considering that Messrs. M. Şpagă, M. Mitrea and E. Bejinariu were there with him), who for the time being works with counselors of Mr. Tăriceanu. It is the joy of the Mongol conqueror to spit or urinate in the mouth of the subjected population, neatly displayed on two lines. Are you disgusted, terrified, that this person can do such a thing in Romania's current state of hurt?

If you are, then you've understood nothing, because this is when baby piglets are sweetest and Madam Kaas' blues soothe the most; when others have no clue if they're going to have anything on their tables tomorrow. Because the ruling Romanians, as opposed to those of other peoples, have the hunger and suffering of those around them as their favorite side dish. That's when they feel full, fulfilled, dynasty makers, they have that feeling that they've lived for something, just like Michelangelo had after he finished painting the Sistine Chapel. Without the humiliation of others, the feast would be bland, and Mr. Truică and his own would just stuff themselves all melancholic and without zest for life.

In full criminal governmental blunder of Traian Băsescu's Democratic-Liberal Party, Mr. Truică-s birthday comes to remind us, if we'd somehow forgot, what Adrian Năstase's social democracy is all about. The two faces of the same demon, between which I felt trapped in 2004, are still there.

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