We're not talking about music at all. And we are not talking about sports. We are talking about politics.
The profile of the neoliberal anti-Bulgarian increased with another feature – A joker. It is clear that Nolan Djokovic is hated because he had the backbone to stand up to the moron who was wearing a white coat. He was bullied for it, but he survived. Survive and win.
Yes, but the liberal liquid hates for anyone to have a backbone, let alone survive, because they gave themselves… she has simply cashed her liberal ass against the popery that ensures her survival. It's been that way for a while. Fed slaves hate freedom most fiercely.
Now the search is on for a way to humiliate Djokovic. Anything. He was a chump, a simpleton, a moron, a peasant, a clicker with his fingers, Ganya! All in all, a complete wretch. Let's call him the Goliath of Balkan simplicity. And our boy has stood up to him and jump jump. With the semi-pink sling, he took it that he defeated him by not respecting his wish. And on his holiday. In front of his guests. Thus showed more backbone than Nole. Here, do you see? Ours are more vertebrates. We are armed with invisible trans liberal exoskeletons. Well done.
Let's look at the details.
DJ in his courage did not consider the most important thing! He didn't realize it wasn't his party. That it serves a foreign event. They give him a fee to perform a function. If he does not like the function, he refuses to participate and does not collect the money. It's simple. But when you accept it is imperative to know your function and place.
For those who don't understand, I'll put it this way: People bought tickets to listen… his DJ taste. Not one. And nobody bought a ticket for Zlatka from the buffet on the second floor. She's out there doing her job. The hall is sold out because of Nole and Grisho. Ambiguities?
If you want to be a musical pillar and yourself on such a scale – declared himself, eh. Release tickets, announce your DJ party, fill the hall with people and then act like a factor. Because then you will be a factor. Otherwise you are a function. Well?
But this is the new concept. To be the icing on someone else's cake. At the same time, stubborn and wayward, but don't get off the cake.
And now for the music. Recently I heard the great statement that modern products (I can't call them musicians) produce “elevator music for broilers.“ This is suitable to listen to so as not to get too excited. Or am I mistaken? Toothless literature and boring music are quoted.
Hello! The Lords of the Pike. It is still early for this transition. You're in a hurry again. You failed again. For a long time to come, you will be walking around wearing masks like marked mice and writing reports that someone sneezed in the subway.
We live in two worlds. These worlds are different. And yours is dumber because it is not true.
And I don't talk about sports at all. I still feel like an Olympiad.