We were sold like a sack of potatoes. Just like that. No mercy. No blinking. All hopes for honest, decent and decent Poland were released in the toilet.
It's bad, but it's just the beginning. July 1 another act of national humiliation, and August 6 next. Then it's just the road to the election crash.
Ten years of life, fighting, faith, trying to give yourself a chance at normal. 10 years to collect punches, stress. At the end of the disease. And it's all toured.
Tusk capitulated. It is the most spectacular walkover since Zaleszczyk in September 39.
You gotta think about what's next and where to go. Screw politics. There are children, most likely grandchildren in a while, though I feel sorry for both of them in the country where they live. There's love. possibly not first of all to the homeland.
What's next, you gotta think. Long and easy.
Excuse me, there will be no political analysis today. I don't give a crap about political analysis. That's my own, most of it I can wipe my ass today, quite a few wasted time and energy.
It's not an analysis to write, but an obituary to your hopes and dreams. present it's more a letter than a newsletter. Sorry.
I was a national cheerleader for over a decade. I said to myself that since I am stronger than most, in others I will sustain the flame of religion and hope, I will defend them from pessimism, resignation and despair. And 10 years as far as I can do it. Sometimes I just thought, "I'm the 1 who's the 1 who's the 1 that keeps me going. present this interior voice is stronger than ever.
Of course, I'm not giving up. Unlike Tusk, I truly don't know the word surrender. And life tested me highly solidly. So I'm definitely not giving up, but in human terms, I just don't know what that means yet. I gotta think longer.
Churchill said: “No triumph is complete, no final defeat. In the end, only courage is important.” And at this sad moment, in this obituary today, although they usually don't contain want obituary, you and I want myself courage. Just like that.
