In a high-stakes election year, the PSD-PNL alliance loses another vote on election day.
An 86-year-old from Argeș county, Romania did not get to see who the candidates pumped into the polls were. He will not see who will go to the second round. Nor will Băsescu cry tonight when F-lasconi, Russia, FSN, PNL, gold miners, and metal miners after the vote result because he fell dead.
How did the trouble happen on election day?
The PSD-PNL voter took the stamp and turned the ballot paper over with a single page, and horror gripped him. At first, he thought he had not seen well, but what he saw was that there were only four goblins on the printout.
There were two real faggots and two behind the bush, all cross-borderers sent by Putin to knock on Romania’s door like Stefan, crying at his mother’s door that they want to go back.
He only saw Călin Georgescu, not Florin Călinescu, Silviu the pseudo-American Terheș, Șoșoacă returns from the grave, and George Simion – the scoundrel with cheese under his armpit, hunger in his soul and theft in his eyes.
He remembered how Gojira dismantled Călin Georgescu, the gloomy man who wanted to build the pipe of Russian influence to let murky water flow through it. He also smelled the false culture, grotesquely painted with epithets and quotes, of a false intellectual and spiritual man – a popist!
The same Georgescu strutting around like a “Romanian dandy” is implanted near another fool, a pariah in neighboring countries—George Simion—who also promised us cheap houses— cheap ‘omes we got!
He remembered the late Soșoaca with the BDSM mask. She was screaming for food at the European Parliament cafeteria after she had condemned the poor crickets and the flour made from them and how Europe was forcing us to consume it.
I can almost see parents scolding their young children: “did you eat your cricket pudding, daddy?“
And he also remembered Simion, this survivor of the phlegm of the galleries, not ours. The man who takes advantage of every chance of the trouble of the people in the disaster areas to pose with the trophy like Țiriac, Năstase, and Ceaușescu did after the hunt!
Repulsion towards the “PSD-PNL alliance” system pushed the electorate toward Georgescu
Let us be disgusted, and when I say disgusted, I mean the CCR and other unicellular organisms and other politicians for letting such specimens run free in the zoo of Romanian politics!
Before he met his final, terrible end, he thought it was pure bad luck, after all, to die with these four in mind. He would rather die with the image of Monica Lewinski in his head, or at least Udrea, Irina Login, Carmen Electra, Sofia Vicoveanca, Cătălin Măruță, Fuego, Lenuța Pârțag, or Elena Ceaușescu.
Many people with uncertain sexual orientations, people on red, people with borderline intellect, people with problems in the attic (ground floor plus 5 floors), people with hoods, and Cătălin Botezatu, please forgive me! Cătălin Botezatu, I used his designer panties as a bath sponge on my palms.
May the people I made fun of when they voted for Iohannis five years ago forgive me for not being more critical of them!
Thus, the Arges man fell flat, his heart stopped pumping, and he fell dead in the worst possible place. This incident is a signal to all older Georgists, AURists, and Terhesists. What will happen in the short delegation to the shower stall may not be known as a statistical possibility that must be addressed.
If you laughed, read also: Anti-Electoral Campaign Elena Lasconi: “We Are Champions in the Villages, at PNRR!”
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