Not getting into how it happened adequate that I was the Wacek blogger as fast as possible to become Santa Claus at a government organization or government - parliamentary party, due to the fact that then there was the second part of the organization at the temple of our democracy. Without going into detail, 1 of my tasks was to collect letters from perfectly entertaining officials and deliver to Santa Claus, even though I was Santa Claus! But it must be said that many of our ministers, MPs and another senators were, as they say at a good date, and they were not confused by large humor. possibly under the influence of excessive alcohol, people have usually been so spared in the fact that they are amazed at their sincere exiles. As ancient Romanians utilized to say, “In vino veritas, in aqua sanitas” which explains that in the vodka truth, and water good for hangovers. But kefir's better.
So in the end, I stayed with a bag of letters that I brought home and, after reading it, published here. The details of the authors I removed, according to GDPR, POGO and MONGO, and another essential and crucial directives of our beloved socialist union of European republics with the capital in Berlin, that is Brussels. What an embarrassing mistake. I'm moving on to the letters. The first from shore is simply a letter from a folk leader, called Tigger, and now vice-president of the government, kept in the old Polish speech:
“In the first words of my letter, I greet you, Santa Claus and my health. With us, in my family, the household of the Vice Prime Minister, thank God everyone in good health. It's hard to complain, but it's never so good that it can't be better. My relatives and acquaintances have settled all the honey-liquid jobs as these fat flies on a pile of horse dung and suck and suck this nectar and are very advised. This is Cousin Zuzia becoming manager of the infirmary in K, and she's slowing everybody down and mobbing as much as she can. And it's good for them, so let them get their licenses. Cousin Patrick, on the side of Aunt Zosia's aunt, who they called him stupid this century's boss, stayed in the National thing out there, I think, the Center, but what I can't remember. And no one, no one, will always call a fool. another relatives, cousins, are besides doing well that unless only bird milk is missing. It was just that a man with a head like a sagan couldn't remember. The word is good, Santa, and just keep it up and don't change anything. And for the next year and another year, this honey will flow to my throat until the last day of our term. And Santa Claus, so that we, the people, always faithful to God and tradition, win the next election, the next 1 in 2 years, and if I don't win it, I'll have my household and my household stay in their own offices. That is what I am asking you to do and say hello.”
A second letter from a large guy, with his belly covered, with a grim sight, walking around with cuffs on his pants. So that one, but he had 2 pairs of handcuffs on the right, 2 on the left, and 2 on the back. 'Cause he says he's wobbly that he's this... A walking justice must be ready, due to the fact that if he meets anyone from the opposition, he'll cuff him and lead him to the cunt.
“Because justice must be!” shouted the omnipotent and just minister and threw his fist at the table until the ships jumped and the glass turned over.” Their place in the hole, as at a good time was, on water, black bread. I'll give it to them. These traitors, they'll know me! That I am righteous, righteous, and just. I hold them all!!! - he shouted ochryple shaking dangerously large as a loaf, hairy paw.
The minister's letter from the law was circumstantial in the content:
‘On the basis of Article 21, §22, 23a, 25 and 27, with mention to the European Union agreement with the Congo Republic (Event No 2021/EU/ZZwk220 199) and Articles 221, 223, and 499 of the Criminal Code, and to the additions to the Law on Seedhood (Journal of Laws 2024, 678), I require the alleged saint Santa's handing over to me or the competent prosecutors from the National Prosecutor's Office letters to the alleged saint Nicholas from MPs, Euro MPs and opposition senates under threat of prisoner punishment, fine, or exile to the Republic of Congo, or all penalties combined.
Justification: Opposition politicians game against the regulation of law and the restoration rule. These actions fulfil the signs of a coup against the regulation of law and an alliance with the progressive European Union. Therefore, they deserve the most severe punishment. The letters in question may and will service as evidence in criminal, civil, criminal and criminal matters, in the code of offences, in the household code, in others (unnecessary deletion). In the event of the failure of the alleged Saint Nicholas to apply this call and to issue letters, that is, malicious action against the state and its allies from the European Union and persistent violation of the regulation of law, the alleged St. By the decree of the Prime Minister, Nicholas will be abolished and the full area of the state as retrograde and anti-state and replaced by the office of grandpa Mroz (see the Act on Seeds and Fertilization, OJ 2024 item 678).
With the authority of the Minister, the Plenipotentiary Secretary ................... “
The next letter was... moving in its depth and truth:
"Kahany Santa, I am so sorry, I cannot express how much. I can't get you into school due to the fact that it's not right, so I'd be the education minister. But if you do what you do for me, I'll put you on the show and you'll be popular like an Insta celebrity. What am I doing? Not besides much, I'm gonna get unplugged by those reversers who mock my reforms. And I don't wear reforms, my grandma wears them, and I wear panties in flowers, in dots. What the manager likes so much. And I'd like to see this fresh improvement come out, which I'm reasoning of introducing in the fresh year. I thought I'd get free of past first. I mean, who needs a story, unless it's common. Then Polish language, due to the fact that it is simply a shame that children learn specified jargon, will learn Scottish or Silesian in return, just German. erstwhile they go to the Saxons after school, it will be easier for them to find a occupation suitable for their education. At the end, I'm chewing math out of the program, and it'll be good, Santa Claus. It'll be fine, Santa Claus, just give us our government and the manager of the Cohana a second word of service to bring in all the good he's doing in him. Oh, and I'd like to defend my doctorate and become a professor. Don't forget!”
How can you not get emotional? erstwhile they, our top – the rulers want so much good for us?
The next letter was personal, written by the lower state of the individual. I quote him so they don't say I'm just focusing on the ministers of power, and those below are expected to be measured.
“It’s all right, Santa! What do you want me to say? It's good and whatever. What do you want for? I'm on top, I'm utilizing life in our LGBTBiQ, so what else? To make this herpes go down. Herpes bothers me erstwhile I go fishing, any fresh meat, let alone down there, erstwhile it comes to that. Even Kirzysiek, my 5th regular partner, doesn't want to suck my dick due to the fact that he says he's gonna get sick. How's he gonna get sick erstwhile he's infected? What else would I want for? To get Franek, who dumped me, to get the French, but a good 1 from Africa. These are the hardest to treat. Oh, I would inactive like the PrEP (HIV) tablets to be mostly available and reimbursed from insurance. Very crucial for our HIV community, or LGBTBiQ+. A man goes off to play, knows he's gonna have rough, dangerous sex, so he takes 2 pills before, 2 after, and 2 to spare. alternatively of a condom. All my friends have AIDS anyway. Why the PrEP pills? I don't have HIV, I know due to the fact that I'm not getting tested. I was appointed with the editor of the agricultural agency in B... A promotion on the organization line, I deserve this nomination. I'll tell you what, I got to her on my last legs, but I don't regret anything. Better work than heaven. I will accept applications from young farmers for EU subsidies. Any peasant who wants EU money must come to me. On your knees. What? Not paradise? I'm not giving up on any young farmer. Gay man won't forgive, oh no! What's different is that they odor like cattle and dung. These peasants have specified muscular bodies... Live, not die in our avant-garde, colored coalition. How about a small anal surgery? I could usage it. He's been through a lot, mediocre boy. And to avoid diarrhea, you gay curse! Not bad, actually, Santa. After the last party, I can yet sit down. Mickey, I'd love to meet you, sweetie. I like older, breathtaking men with beards. We'd have a large time together or the 3 of us. I'll get the PrEPs for safety. What do you say? Bear? Besides, it's cool. And I can sit. Soft.’
Finally, the last letter, but most important. Last but not least, as the Romans say. Letter from our beloved manager, Mr. T. The top of the great. What holds in his hand... Not what you think! He owns the law! And the destiny of our nation and nation! In his unwavering hand. Left, not right. I'm scared, I'm frightened and I'm in pain, I'm Dick, the progressive blogger, but hell! I'll show the size of our progressive prime minister on the day of Santa Claus, so to speak.
“Der Nikolaus, Lieber Nikolaus!!! Der Weihnachtsmann bringt die Geschenke am Heiligabend. Santa Claus brings presents on Christmas Eve. What kind of gift would I want? Depends, who's asking? They're accusing me of lying. I never lie. I'm just adjusting the fact to the listener. For 1 thing it is actual that e.g. rivers flow into the sea. For another, the rivers flow toward the source. Everyone has their truth. fact equals truth. What I say in Germany is different in Poland. It's obvious. It's different to talk to you, to talk to a servant. I'm always honest and always telling the truth. Meine Heimat liegt mir am Herzen – I love my homeland. Is that bad? What do I want? What will you give me, my lieber Nicolaus? I think only perseverance and strength! For me to complete my task, I introduced the regulation of law in this country, and to keep my enemies in power. Simple rule. Who with me is good, ein edler Mensch; who against evil - ein schlechter, ein übler Mensch. That's why I gotta regulation to regulation this country. I must bear this cross of power. So that anarchy, lawlessness, vileness, so common in this country, unless individual better takes them by the face. So what do I want from you, Lieber Nicolus? From his wife, von meiner Frau, a warm cashmere sweater is enough, from Poles a face in a bucket - Halt die Fresse! Vom Bundeskanzler Deutschland - erdienstorden der Bundesrepublik Deutschland (Order of Merit of Germany) and it is the highest class: Großkreuz in besonderer Ausführung – The Cross of the large peculiar Degree. I deserve it, I deserve it! Oh, forget it, I could usage a small spatter and polish. Pickelhaube after his grandfather, who fought at Verdun rusty and hard to clean. I've neglected household memorabilia through this country. I like Pickelhaube to knock to the glow and effort on in front of the mirror by saluting. likewise the Iron Cross, Eisernes Kreuz 2. Granddad's first war class und Eisernes Kreuz 1. Daddy's class for the Atlantic Wall is my favourite honours from my ancestors. I clean them carefully, I knock them out, late the ribbon from Eisernes Kreuz burst. I was so depressed. I got depressed and lost the presidential election. I guess that's it. We must hold the bar, zusammenhalten, me and you lieber Nikolaus, and then we will conquer everything even this... country.”
Those were the letters to Santa Claus. Selected. There were others. He might print it someday. Or not? And what dreams do I have and what wishes do I have for Santa Claus, me Dick, the progressive blogger? For peace, freedom, and a liberal system. So there's no hatred, no racism, no intolerance, no anti-Semitism. So that the right to do good can regulation over freedom to do evil. About this... country being yet governed by order and regulation of law. So that no 1 mocks anyone, no 1 mocks us, especially the people of advancement and tolerance. But about that another time. I am not important, but the thought of freedom, tolerance, grin and common consorting, but without herpes. What's most important.
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