Comment by Ivaylo Noizi Tsvetkov:
No one mourns for Dogan, may God grant him health. He will probably “take refuge“ politically with the rising Radev. Dogan is the personification of one of our true curses as a nation, writes Ivaylo Noizi Tsvetkov.
No one mourns for Dogan, may God grant him health. Because of him, the state and the mafia in our country became one. Last time I heard him say that we are all to blame. No, my friend - not all of us are guilty, writes Ivaylo Noizi Tsvetkov.
Dogan thought for too long that he was absolutely untouchable; and he did not realize that the justice system, which he ruled for nearly 30 years, is now in the hands of someone else. Well, yozur dilerim, sorry, brother. From Ivaylo Noizi Tsvetkov.
Ahmed Dogan is the personification of one of our true curses as a nation – from the DS task of leading the Turkish population to the successful attempt to move the gray money of the state for many years, writes Ivaylo Noizi Tsvetkov.
No one grieves for Dogan, may Allah grant him health. However, I hope that in the new history textbooks he will be sewn up as he is – the man because of whom the state and the mafia in our country became one, writes Ivaylo Noizi Tsvetkov.
No one mourns for Dogan. The master of the Transition, with the hoops and monetization of the secret power, failed to foresee his monster, which he himself assembled from huge pieces. What a great irony, writes Ivaylo Noizi Tsvetkov.
You will have to forgive me for this Marquez reference. I immediately remind you why, for all those with a weaker literary memory: “The General in His Labyrinth“ is Marquez's last novel, a modal story about the decline of the Latin American revolutionary legend Simón Bolívar, in which the great author-magician spits on the traditional eulogy of the hero El Libertador, to introduce us to the later years and sad wanderings of a pitiful and depressed ruin, a former greatness, through his “memories”. But also to somehow "warm" us towards him, and to laugh ironically at those who think that towards the end of his life he was a kind of victim and that we should have been kinder. Marquez, as always, is merciless in his depth - he reminds us (and especially in the Latin world, somehow genetically infected by the mythologeme) that "el general" in his sunset is a symbol of despair and a sick mind, and death - in Marquez's style - always seems to be sitting in the armchair opposite and waiting indifferently. (I made that up.)
Dogan's capital mistake
Something familiar? Are any bells ringing about what exactly happened to Ahmed Dogan (or "Doan", as it is correctly said in Turkish)? The other DPS pushed over 100 thousand votes more, ergo, there is no longer only Dogan in the difficult and crushed to a ball life of the Bulgarian Turks. Despite Dogan's victory in Turkey itself and somewhere in Northeastern Bulgaria. A quick disclaimer here: this is not something like “quo usque tandem abutere, Falco, patientia nostra“ (“how long will you abuse our patience, Falcon“), nor a philosophical-Demosthenic philippic to a de facto collapsed political colossus. This is an attempt at a brief cultural observation and demythologizing, at least in the eyes of those who think.
And why “en su laberinto“? Because, beyond my obvious references to the Minotaur, Dogan himself built his own labyrinth and made a capital mistake – decided that he would live in it and underestimated the appetite and ruthlessness of the leader of the “New Beginning“, who turned into the Minotaur himself. I even initially thought of writing a parody-ironic “play“, a reference to Drumev – “Delyanku, the murderer of Akhmedya I“, but later I decided that in this story of division and regicide (that is the Latin for the murder or removal of the king in order to ascend to his throne), there is not much to it, except how the Hispano-magical “New Beginning“ beats Akhmedya himself in votes. And how he made a real “coup de foudre” with an opposite sign – namely, that he struck like lightning the supposedly ordered existence of the DPS under the so-called “resonance” of the honorary chairman.
How Dogan turned out to be superfluous
Dogan's huge mistake (now he, the dear, is also slightly posing as a victim, you should cry out loud), is in something very simple - be careful who you delegate and hand over (business) prerogatives to, because then you can cry. And now this “great“ supporter of the Transition and “ethnic peace“ found himself in the situation of a superfluous grandfather, and some rascals threw his furniture out onto the street.
And from the archetype of the power itself during the Transition in Bulgaria, it is already “homecoming, returning homeless“. Of course, Dogan himself has a huge “contribution“, applaud him. This contribution is in two directions – we will always keep the Turks poor so that they vote for us (ready between 200 and 300 thousand votes), and at the same time we will monetize the participation in politics as much as possible since 1991, through simple racketeering. But, to be completely honest: Ahmed Dogan, “doctor” and an inimitable tinkerer-minister in philosophy and politics in the 1990s, and under the “tsar“, and under the “triple“, and under GERB, and to the monster he has assembled now: he thought that he would forever be Richelieu, would direct the processes “from the back seat“, would negotiate with everyone from a position of strength. But he did not foresee only one thing - that he had raised a big Mazarin, who would encroach on everything, and especially on “business”. Ergo, Dogan thought for too long that he was absolutely untouchable; and he probably failed to notice that the judicial system, which he ruled for nearly 30 years, has long been in the hands of someone else. Well, you're right, sorry, brother. In this sense, it seems that only I today, because of my anthropological studies, somehow sympathize with the fallen “general“, but not much.
Dogan as a “philosopher“
(A small digression: you probably understand that I specifically and specifically will not comment for a moment on Dogan as a “philosopher“, because my true opinion about him in this regard, so to speak, is not suitable for publication, or at least not before 11:00 PM, if we were on television. No one in our philosophy faculty at Sofia University (I have asked over the years) has ever seen even a remotely similar charlatan who would utilize a pseudo-philosophical statement for his uneducated audience – of course, in his shameless and meaningless way, spitting out some supposedly “complex“ words. And I will stop there, without to comment on pure stupidity and fabrications for the simple electorate of the “morphic resonance“ type.)
All improvised dogan scientific nonsense does not deserve a comment, unless “Masters of the Air“ collect them in one talented video. From his traditional addresses to the “DPS electorate“, where not even a single intellectual or braver person was found to tell him, you are talking amazing nonsense, but yes, you hold all the economic threads. The Quran does not have the familiar idea of Hell, but who knows.
Selective perception of reality
So the Master of Transition, with the hoops and monetization of the secret power, failed to foresee his monster, which he himself assembled from huge pieces. Just like in Mary Shelley, except that here the monster doesn't go north to die, but returns to take over his doctor Victor. And shakes him up in the elections. What a great irony, honestly.
Why did it get to that point, and how did he not foresee it, various people ask me. I don't know, but as an anthropologist I would assume that it is a combination of selective gradual perception (a cognitive problem, not recognizing the danger) and mental “stuck“, including by his close oligarchs or advisors.
And now Dogan is already Humpty-Dumpty, in the deeper sense of Lewis Carroll - that is, that having fallen from the fence of power, there is no way to recover. My heart bleeds for the poor Turkish electorate and the local Dogan schemes, already rudely seized by someone else, but not by much. Dogan has always kept these otherwise wonderful and hardworking people in the trap of “and a little is good“, without even hinting “how much better it could be“, because he only knows one mathematical operation – addition.
We can't suffer according to Dogan
But since I started with Marquez: we can't be nice, even to the “patriarch“ in his fall. Ahmed Dogan is the personification of one of our true curses as a nation – from the DS task of leading the Turkish population, which only rebelled under Zhivkov, so that they would forget about the inhuman revival process - to the later zanomer razek and the successful attempt to move the gray money of the state for years.
Many truly injured Turks from the sotsa want to slap him, because he dedicated his life not to them, but simply used them to become a kind of political balancer, threatening that without him it would become scary.
And he achieved it today, without wanting to: it became scary. No one is grieving and will not grieve for Dogan, may God grant him health. He will probably "take refuge" politically with the rising Radev, he needs to put his luggage somewhere after the defenestration. We will see. However, I hope that in time he will be sewn into the new history textbooks as he is – the man because of whom the state and the mafia in our country became one. Gun, gun. Last I heard him say that we are all guilty.
No, my friend - we are not all guilty.