Thethi rooster and the dung cock

By Luciano Boci

After the garbage of Vlora and Elbasan was burned and with it the garbage propaganda for the incinerators of elite tourism, the Dung Rooster-Prime Minister needed an event with "xanum" sidewalks or tourist spaces from Theth.

A female prosecutor came out on the path, and the Rooster and the Dung Rooster couldn't hold back any longer and started acting.

This "law lover" is now "fighting" with chairs, tents, and booths.

The cabins of Theth are not meteors that fell from the sky overnight.

Not even the chairs in public spaces.

They are there because they have placed the Becs, the Dredharaks, the mayors there.

They are there as evidence of the banal scheme that generates votes according to the allow-suppress-destroy principle without asking about the law.

They are there because government institutions have not done their duty: neither the IKMT, nor the police, nor the municipality, nor the ministry. So, no one has moved.

The poor, emasculated prosecution, caught between two fires, did not initiate criminal proceedings, not because it was concerned about the landowner of Theth, but because the proceedings would involve the entire chain of Bennetts, starting from the IMT and including the municipal police, the administrator, and Beci himself, who has plenty of problems.

While the dung cock "urinates" as if making a name for himself.

It's as if he just put on his wedding veil today, not that he's the one who declared the south a "land of jinn" with strategic criminals, and now he wants to jinn the mountains too.

The one who knows what Albanians say at tables and what they eat at home didn't tell us about a few cabins in Theth or about thousands of empty chairs and tables.

Instead of demanding accountability from his subordinates, Rama does what he knows best: threatens, labels, and distorts the reality of his own oppression.

It makes noise to distract attention from the usurpation of power, from corruption, from collaboration with organized crime, from the country's economic and social crisis.

He knows and has even stopped it.

No institutional signal has come from Thethi to ban construction. Because Thethi has become a propaganda property of the Renaissance, not a national park.

In this farce, the Dung Rooster asks the prosecution to play the role of a rooster for the work that the state has not done.

He claims punishment, but does not even bring a letter from IKMT.

He wags his finger, but hides the fact that they built it themselves, for their own sake, without asking for the prosecutor's office or the state, because they have the party and the municipality with them.

And our Albania expects justice from a carnival that has taken the name "state" and "prime minister".

So, dear Albanians, when you hear the dung beetle crowing for justice, cover your nose, not your ears.

That it is not the voice of the state, but the scent of hypocrisy that has taken root in every institution.

His song does not announce the dawn but the dusk of a drama that drags on and on.