The run was a marathon, and Trzaskowski swelled up after about 5 kilometers. And it's like it replenishes the fluids, sucks the nutrients, cools the ice, just doesn't do anything.
Everyone knows, besides in Rafał Trzaskowski's staff and in the Citizens' Platform, that her candidate for president of the Republic of Poland screwed everything up and compromised in his “mysterious plan” of overswinding Karol Nawrocki during the “debate” in Koński. but he outsmarted himself, and in an highly embarrassing form. And Magdalene Biejat struck him. First, Karol Nawrocki handed the rainbow flag to Trzaskowski, and this 1 hid it in an empty part of the postument with which he performed. Biejat took the abandoned flag, and Trzaskowski looked after it for a long time, not knowing what number he just pulled. And the number was like individual took his pants off, and he didn't know whether to pull them up or stay on top of them.
The shortest thing could be summed up in the quote from the movie by Juliusz Machulski "Kiler 2\'s", i.e. everything in the number "π". Could it not have been otherwise, if the speech with him was practiced dry by specified titans of intellect as Barbara Nowacka, Agnieszka Pomaska and Sławomir Nitras. With the aid of witchcraft, the scientist Natalia de Barbaro. And after all these exercises, Trzaskowski was left with no pants, trembling whether anyone would come to the town hall in Koński to “debate” with him.
Out of his nerves, and due to those shorts, Vice Tusk got into any kind of madness, due to the fact that his eyes were coming out of orbit, he was talking more and more and more and seemingly he wanted to teleport "urban telecommunications", only he lost his azimut. The debate participants looked at him alternately with amusement, surprise and boredom, and he was making himself increasingly cuckoo. And after he'd fucked everything with a mole, he went out to people and started explaining himself. More or little like a dumb guy who burned a joke, and then tries to get out of it, with all word of it.
Mr Rafał's translation was to convince him that he had won the debate in Konski and that he had jumped. But everyone knew that he had fucked, so apart from his round-the-clock clappers they accepted translations with embarrassment and even pity, due to the fact that Trzaskowski was so pathetic that any of the audience began to pity him. And then he got into any kind of corkscrew and he just started rambling about how Charles Nawrocki lost his chance to present himself and improve his quotes against a genius like him. And he did so by falling into the characteristic "crazy" chant of the speech, in which the full October comes out and the inability to control emotions. I don't think Mrs. de Barbaro has worked out, since Mr. Raphael's been totally groping and it's gotten worse all minute.
Of course Donald Tusk must have seen the shame and embarrassment in Koński. He struggled to refrain from a circumstantial assessment, but only started complaining that any tricks were killing a real debate, and there are so many serious things to discuss. Who? With him? You got to be kidding me. As time passed, Tusk besides began to exert himself on sarcasm, especially after a march to celebrate the 1000th anniversary of Bolesław Chrobry's coronation, which was expected to be 1 large pean in honor of Tusk. but that the sarcasm of this gentleman is as light as Mount Olympus Mons on Mars, so Trzaskowski was not helped, he brought him down, or indirectly admitted that his benion was spectacularly excavated.
A fewer more debates and almost no 1 will uncertainty that Trzaskowski is simply a hopeless candidate, whose head is not only damaged, but besides physically incapable to withstand the campaign. There's no telling precisely how he's coping with this, but the effects of this coping are miserable due to the fact that Mr. Rafał looks like a zombie. And he's acting like a zombie. It was expected to be so nice, American. Meanwhile, he's a mess.
The run was a marathon, and Trzaskowski swelled up after moving about 5 kilometres. And it's like it complements those fluids, sucks in any nutrients, cools off ice, but it doesn't do anything. If this goes on, he won't get to the finish line. And it's harder for him to have so many people in the back hanging on him and demanding results. And the biggest weight – Donald Tusk, who just hangs around his neck and strangles him. And that would be the president of the Republic? It's a grim joke.
