King of the Campaign

2025-05-05 12:25:00, Opinione Edison Ypi

The King of the Campaign Agron Shehaj is the right man, at the right time, to do the right job, in the right way, in the murky, but not hopeless, arena of politics and power in Albania.
The others are also the right people, but to do the wrong things.
They speak Serbian, Greek, Russian, Cuban, Chinese, Korean, the language of the Skila, the language of the snake, the language of the Devil and his son, which their father, a journalist at Zëri i Pordhës, and their mother, a chief of staff at Shkolla e Qenve, taught them.
The King of the Campaign Agron Shehaj speaks only Albanian.
The King of the Campaign Agron Shehaj, this Albanian with the name of the king and the surname of the saint, is the one who speaks better and more beautifully than anyone else in this campaign. The King of the Campaign Agron Shehaj does not shout, does not sit, does not curse, does not slander, he simply says what he intends to do and how he will do it.
The others, with names for example, since Lenin pulled them from the navel, Stalin held them in his arms forever, Mao Zedong educated and inspired them with revolutionary theory and practice in front of a bowl of rice, do not speak, they only curse, only slander, only scream and howl, curse, howl, bark, shout, scold, as in a cafe, on the street, in the forest, in the Zoo, at a collective meeting of the distant past.
The King of the Campaign Agron Shehaj is clear and declares that he does not want power to become a landowner or ruler of Albania, but simply and only a correct administrator, an exemplary civil servant, a humble servant of the people, that in politics and power you cannot be eternal, but only temporary, only provisional, today yes, tomorrow no. As such, without telling them, just by feeling that someone or some have some complaint or dissatisfaction towards him, no matter how insignificant, the King of the Campaign Agron Shehaj steps aside, hands over the crown, the scepter, and goes about his business.
They don't. They, upon coming to power, proclaim themselves Zeus, Saint, God. If it happens to them that someone or some, for the most varied reasons, complain openly or secretly, they sink even deeper into their armchair, from where there is no crane to pull them out until the last moment, until death, until the grave with an armchair behind their backs.
The King of the Campaign Agron Shehaj is never confused, never surprised, never complexed, by any situation, no matter how difficult, but he looks everyone in the eye.
They are never sure, never sincere, never dare to look the other in the eye, always with their eyes on the ground.
They talk about past and future times, like in fairy tales.
The King of the Campaign Agron Shehaj does not deal with fairy tales, he talks about the present, about what is seen, about what is touched, about the here and now!
The wise and steadfast King of the Campaign Agron Shehaj does not set out without being sure where and when he will arrive.
Those adventurers who love power and politics only to steal, know very well on which plateau they will kill, into which abyss they will abandon, into which abyss they will throw Albania dead after having stolen it.
The King of the Campaign Agron Shehaj solemnly promises and clarifies in detail what is the Opportunity through which Albanians are enabled to solve their problems.
The jokers of politics and power promise Albanians lies, nonsense, quixoticism.
With the King of the Campaign Agron Shehaj one can drink a coffee, a brandy, have a chat, cry over a problem, eat a plate of beans and drink a glass of buttermilk.
With them, there is no question of such simplicity. Voting for them, trusting them, hoping in them, is as shameful and terrifying as having a herd of robots as friends and companions.
Therefore, the heartless talkers will lose, while the King of the Campaign, Man Agron Shehaj, will win.