It turned out that the Minister of MRDPW Angelina Bozhanova does not want to resign for health reasons, she locks herself in her office and announces that she will not give in to the pressure from Ivaylo Mirchev and Bozhidar Bozhanov to appoint people who were brought down by them. PPDB is pressuring a minister from the caretaker government to appoint their people, but the minister will not.
I am tempted to imagine a different situation. My man at the time, for example, Lyubomir Karimanski, became deputy governor of the BNB and President Yotova, out of nowhere, chose him as prime minister. And now the Minister of Regional Development and Public Works has barricaded himself in his office, he does not want to resign and claims that Toshko Yordanov and Stanislav Balabanov are pressuring him to appoint their people.
Wow, mother. Now on BTV and Nova TV this would replace the news about the war. This would be the first news on private televisions. There would be teams in front of the Ministry of Regional Development, in front of the minister's house, in front of Toshko Yordanov's house, in front of Stanislav Balabanov's house, and in front of the National Assembly, members and sympathizers of the PPDB called by Asen Vassilev and "Boets" would protest, and Ivaylo Mirchev would shout from the stage into a microphone that democracy is in danger, that the government must immediately resign and that Slavi Trifonov is a scumbag.
Sorry, I forgot - on Sunday, Asen Vassilev would first be a guest on Svetlyo Ivanov, and then immediately and quickly go to Lora Krumova, so that both of them could cry with great tears for the unfortunate fate of the Bulgarian judicial system and Bulgaria itself. Probably to the background of the song "We are the bad guys in the scary movie" and a photo of me, probably with black glasses and black clothes.
That's how it would be.
But now the government is run by the deputy governor of the Bulgarian National Bank, Andrey Gyurov, who is the former chairman of the PPDB parliamentary group, looks like a PPDB, talks like a PPDB, dresses like a PPDB and is generally a PPDB to the core.
Therefore, on the issue of the barricaded Minister of Regional Development and Public Works, who accuses Mirchev and Bozanov of pressuring her and does not want to resign, there is complete silence on this issue. BTV and Nova calmly broadcast about the war and the missile that fell in Turkey. There is no television crew in front of the MRDPW, there is no one in front of Mirchev and Bozanov either, and everything is calm in the square.
There are no PPDB sympathizers, no “Boec“, no stages, no microphones, because when it comes to the PPDB, anything is possible. They can lie, break the laws, change the Constitution, set up their own caretaker government, Mirchev and Bozanov pressure ministers, Hristanov appoint a PR junkie, the Minister of Interior Dechev cover up the traces of the “Petrohan“ case.
But there is no problem - everything is accurate. Since they are from the PPDB, anything is possible for them.
And here I, the poor scoundrel with a classical higher music education, ask myself: okay, why is everything allowed for the PPDB, but nothing is possible for everyone else? Why do Svetlyo Ivanov and Lora Krumova adore them, and they hate me?
And the answer comes by itself. Because they are from the elite. They are from the center - excuse me, from downtown. Their navel is thrown on the yellow cobblestones. They are one level above everyone else. Before they go to bed, they listen to jazz. They are smarter and more beautiful, and I am a peasant.
And no matter how much I claim that I grew up with Bach, Mozart, Mahler and Schoenberg, to them I will always be a peasant, a scoundrel and a scoundrel.
Am I sad? Of course not. On the contrary - I am happy that I have nothing to do with these pitiful, ridiculous and fictional characters. And I will gladly continue to crush them and show their flaws, arrogance, shamelessness and narcissism.
I'm glad they hate me and I really enjoy showing them as they really are, not as they think they are.
And I will try to somehow survive the thought that I will never be a guest on Lora Krumova's show.