Albanians have been demanding his removal for 35 days, Rama blames the opposition: 'Flamingos', hostage to wolves and jackals

While Albanians have been demanding his removal from the Prime Ministership for 35 days, Edi Rama has returned to his old alibi.

According to him, the opposition is to blame for these protests, where most of the participants are young and from the diaspora.

In his message on social media, Rama draws a parallel between Albania 20 years ago and today's developments, while claiming that the civic protest has been diverted and taken under control by political forces and groups that, according to him, aim to obstruct the country's European path.

He calls on protesters not to forget the past and not to allow, according to him, their cause to be used for other political interests.

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Dear flamingos????

This sad video-card was made for those of you who 20 years ago were children or still embryos in your mother's womb;
for those who, even though they were quite grown up then, have left the Albania and Tirana of that time so far behind that today they seem either as if they never existed, or as if the memory of yesterday is a burden that prevents them from demanding more from today;
and for those who left Albania and Tirana, but who recently returned for a trip and two jobs, on the one hand a vacation in the new Albania of a reality transformed by reforms, projects, colossal effort and patience, on the other hand a protest for a "new Albania"; an Albania of magic keys, in whose name it is demanded that the electoral contract with the people be violated with convoys of cars dressed in red and black.

It is preached that democratic institutions should be targeted and liberated by force as enemy fortresses.
Violence against elected representatives of the people who should be prevented from entering and leaving work in the Albanian Parliament is justified.
And it is determined by a self-proclaimed “people” in the streets, who is a patriot and who is a traitor, who goes to prison, who is lynched and who is praised.
It is not my intention to make you feel that you were wrong, as long as your protest degenerated into an enlarged copy of the ugly protests of the political swamp. Because no, you were not at all wrong when you felt trapped in a trap of problems greater than your power to solve and where you found each other with your sorrows and hopes.
No, you are not wrong even today if you feel good about being identified as a great community of people from all walks of life, with the birds, with nature, with the land, with the homeland, with Albania.
No, you are not wrong, in seeking to rise above the ordinary everyday life and to demand from this country much more than has been achieved to date.
This is not only right. This is necessary.
And as strange as it may sound to you, I am grateful to you for the light of hope and alarm that you lit with the energy of your peaceful protest, but this is a longer conversation for a closer day.

It is your right to demand from life in this country, much more than has been achieved in the span of time between the archmort that 20 years ago had a dead person inside and the archmort that last night, on the same boulevard, had inside the abyss between you and those who put the light of your protest in an archmort.
20 years ago the archmort was used to climb the stairs of the prime minister's castle and the dead person became cannon fodder, falling on its gate as once in the Middle Ages, to overthrow the government. While last night the archmort reappeared as the completely expected result for me of an orchestrated effort to break the stairs of this country's ascent, turning upside down Albania, finally standing on its feet, after a long kneeling, politically, economically, internationally.
Yes, it was completely expected for me. Because Albania is neither the first nor the last, where even with the formidable support of the Algorithm, trained hands of enemies and ill-wishers of democratic societies (with destinies linked to the European Union or the United States) enter, take control and do their best to divert to the detriment of these societies, protests that arise as expressions of sincere feelings from the belly of society, not from international conspiracies.

Of course, those hands take control of a protest thanks to the zeal of the Sallahans that exist in every country, and who are well-known here by everyone, the scoundrels with their friends, who remembered that the boulevard had become a yogurt shop and immediately surrounded your protest, like hyenas in a cage. After the initial confusion, the tired wolves of the Street of Hope also entered the game, who, in order to disguise themselves as patriots, gave a boost to the trade of keleshes in the middle of the heat. And when you started to wander from the boulevard, creating gaps for the "200 thousand" photographs of the international media, the jackals of the "diaspora" from Pristina and Tetovo were also mobilized, who saw in the boulevard the long-awaited hearth for their fuel of hatred against official Tirana, where they have not found and will not find any space to develop their national-folkloric delirium. Because Tirana is the capital of Balkan Europe, not the capital of national-communist, national-Islamist or national-isolationist illusions.
Of course, those hands and those forces that are mixed in the Arkmort soup, do not control each other or, more precisely, have extreme incompatibility between each other. But no incompatibility matters today for them, because today they are united, some consciously and many others blindly, by the dark goal of stopping Albania and turning it back, right in the last kilometers of the centuries-old path towards the sun that rises from the west. But this is not a conversation for today either, especially since you have no connection with them.

Today there is one main thing to say. That protest is no longer yours, dear flamingo! You have become, without your authorization and against your will, the alibi of an archmort returned to the boulevard as an example of the curse that has followed Albania since 1912; always using the homeland, the flag and sovereignty as raw materials to feed hatred among Albanians and as nails of punishment that, more than once, have locked this country in the abyss within that archmort.
But this sad video-card is in no way a call for you to give up the feelings and thoughts that brought you together. No, this is just a friendly invitation for you not to give up memory in any way. Because history is not a burden that we escape from by throwing it out of our attention, but it is the compass that does not allow us to lose our way.
Whoever forgets where he comes from, no longer knows where he is going.

Loven