Gjekmarkaj's satirical analysis: you were twice the Grand Vizier, not an ibret-Prime Minister, your talk was weighty, now Bora virania has you in hand!

By Agron Gjekmarkaj

Comrade Pandi writes to the Chronicle!

Eh, brother, brother, how did these times come...eh! We don't know where our heads are anymore, we don't even need our heads! It's enough that we have the same head at the top, not the burden on our shoulders!

I look at myself in the mirror and say to him, you were twice the Grand Vizier, not an ibret-Prime Minister, you had a lot of weight, now Bora virania has you in hand!

For the photo of the cv that I started, he drew attention to me, I saw God, why so gloomy, he told me, don't you have this revenge as a form of dissidence towards the era of happiness that Babo has given to this Kaffir, the miles that are making him tired and old? !
Internal complaints and disturbances made me take a card and share some advice, give you some criticism and get your mind!

How envious I am of that late Bakes, saltantant saltantan, sleep sleep, travel travel!
If you don't make that public letter that you told me about the repression against the opposition .... well, that's what you were going to start with dear merhum!

With many disappointments in the meeting with these members of the European Parliament! Why do you mean? My friend Pirdeni, a new member of the party, was talking, and you laughed, instead of taking notes that Babua brought it out on the podcast!
Toni must have felt sorry for him, rewriting her speech! Then what was that sentence "God bless you" addressed to Tony, as if he was saying stupid things, and even if, they are good for him, happy moro, they adorn him! This station has this bylmet.

He was left speechless when the great reformer Xhafa, who has been fixing Samari to the nation since time immemorial, in 1984, took the floor to tell what great reforms will leave the country of Qerratai!
Only your friend Etilda-the crown followed with attention and showed sorrow when she ran away, although Jorushi i Tabakeve reprimanded you two or three times for this pronounced Christianity!

What about this Gas Bardhi mora? Pu pu pu why is he blacker than the devil? He holds a file in his hand like St. Peter at the door of Heaven, and tells us in a loud voice here I have you and there that other, so go back! Don't be surprised, don't be, you wicked!

I am very worried about Bračen! Do you remember when you overturned Baba's chair when you removed him from Zevendes Prime Minister? He maintains that he forgave him, while he sentenced you to 40 days for a sullaco that you did to yourself from the inside out! The poor guy is not good enough to take the place, one day he works as a wedding cameraman for Bela in Divjake, the next he tells Mamice there is nothing like you, you stunt! Sicter!

Po ty t’i falin ato të tilla luhatje e pavendosmeri?! Unë vetë i bëj marshallah sa njerës sa tjetres që të jem i ndershem! Nuk kam kellqe te mbaj zemerimin e tyre.
Po ai Lali çe kishte atë metafore me macen “Bela” që ra në gropë që herë e hiqte e herë e vinte! Na ngriu gjakun i paudhi se na pyesin njerzia e e rrimë meit! Janë me zarar keto komente në kohë qameti.

Këtë Ditmirin nuk e marr vesh, perditë del e na thotë “ Shqiperisë i duhet kjo e i duhet ajo” po pse more nuk ka kush mendon per keto punë? Unë dhe ai mbetem t’i ndajmë!?! Po mendon Babua per Shqiperinë, mor i plaçin sytë atij dhe juve ! Më vjen tia marr atë çantën e turistit që ia kanë dhuruar në Budapest dhe tia vërvit në Lanë!

Të ka lezet shpirti me Arben Pellumbin. Po i deftonte Damos në kafenenë e Kuvendit, me mori Mamica tek Papa , aty u ngashereva, qava sa desh plasa!

Blerina tha gjynah që nuk është Laerti ti mbledhe lotet se keshtu venë dëm, se janë të dlirjes nga mekati?! Por ai i habiti të gjithë, me vrau ndergjegjia tha , çdua une ketu more maluketer, ne Papë kemi Babon ai na i qëron mekatet! Ai krijon shi dhe breshër, diell dhe vapë, madje kohët e fundit, dhe shtete. Baba Mondin e bën Mbret. Se Papa ketu t’i fal, po atje po nuk desh Babua, të punon Spaku qindin! Si gur varri fytyre e tyre!
Nikoqirin ose Niqiforin, siç e therrasim ne me perkedheli, e ke vënë në veshtersi të madhe që e nxorre tek kronika krahasimin që i bënte Babos me Sadamin. As pi, as ha, vetem dridhet si purtekë! Një ditë i shkova në zyrë , s’e gjeta, kur ç’të shoh, një këmbë dukej poshtë divanit dhe një lëng i verdhe kishte marrë udhen e dyshemesë me një duhmë amonjaku.

Po dil o mavri, dil i thashë, se të ka falur hëperhë i duhesh në Korçe se ke leka e taraf! Jo, më tha, nuk kam hallin tim, por personazhet e kronikes po shkojnë një nga një në hapsana, druaj per Babon se per vete le të ma grijnë mishin, e dridhej.

Çudi e madhe me këtë Ogin, kemi filluar t’i servilosemi fshehurazi se keto gratë e tjera bëhen xheloze! Bora që i di keto punë ka hapur llaf që atë do e kandidojë Babua për bashkinë e Tiranes! Duhej ta kishim pikasur heret begenisjen e Bores ndaj saj! Mimi di Puccini me sheh gjatë në sy e leshon psheretima “ ah vllai, vllai”! S’e di në ka lojtur nga fiqiri apo bën vete! Ai Etjen Xhafa me habit , dje hengri shtatë salçiçe e kater veze të skuqura! T’i kem si tagji në stomak, tha se nuk i dihet.

Damua e ka ndarë mendjen, të bëhet ç’ të bëhet…boll na ka dhënë Babua rybe , emer, gjë të gjallë, prona, ylefe e zahire! Po me hodhi ndonje gjë perseri sevap bën bereqavers!
Po ashtu dhe Klosin e kemi shpallur në kerkim keto kohe, po mezallah se e qet koken! Nuk dihet kush do ketë fatin e Kadri Hazbiut e Feçorrit !

Today, he was seen in the Majlis hall, adoringly looking at Mamica.
Neta eats her hands and her heart cries, but what does she want because there is no opposition in the hall to enter her with a slap. Because we love you in the other world. I would roast you especially on a spit. Dilua and Ermua would like a bite of your fat. Ismet Beqiri would drink brandy in the living room!

It was good for you (this between us) that Mogerini had intervened with Mamice's chief of staff, to let you enter the office because he had silenced you because you lured Kosta to the center so that he would not do it. coffee and wait for the Horse to enter Troy when it should.

Please, give me an answer as soon as possible, because I know that the Chronicle is harsh in appearance but honest in spirit!
Greetings to the Prime Minister, Mulit for warning me about these times!

I'm sorry,
Your
Pandi

The second Vizier of Albania with this beautiful name. Don't miss the chance to be the first in the end!

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