Poles are a nation of proud, brave, passionate – and completely helpless towards a well-spoiled strand of wool. All they gotta do is give them a communicative about the condo so they can rotation like a cat on a string. They're going to drag, toss, toss, toss and debate for weeks: whether he paid out of savings, or from credit, or from his mom lives, or alone, or possibly with Balcerovich's spirit. The nation lives on a 28-metre-long scandal, and at that time – virtually in the second area – they take the milk out of the fridge, and their own prime minister inactive thanks the thief with a smile.
Because the fresh German Chancellor Friedrich Merz has just arrived. He arrived, shook hands with Donald Tusk, and announced that the German war reparations were closed. Amen. And our Prime Minister, with the appropriate grace and submission, agreed that he would not even ask.
It's not right, is it? Gentlemen don't talk about money, especially money like that. We have a conflict of 120,000 for 3 days. And you don't talk about 6 trillion 220 billion PLN 609 million, due to the fact that you don't really know what zero is. Tusk gave up that money on your behalf. This is our money. For ruined cities, burnt villages, murdered families. But who cares if we have an breathtaking housing drama to chew?
A nation that jumps from scandal to scandal, like an ADHD dog on the way of a stick, will never announcement that its country is being quietly displayed for sale. Just keep him busy with something shiny, simple, given as a meme. Nawrock's bachelor? Of course it's important.
When a Pole sees a bundle of wool, he throws everything. Even his own interests, dignity and historical memory. And tarmosis this bundle to the fallen, while in the second area the political elite takes off his milk, bread and the future of his children with a smile. And that's specific.
(Lemingopedia 3.0)
