This time, arm your families and send them to defend your sick ideas

By: Martina Mlinarević Sopta

When last night's headlines on the portals drive you crazy, make you shiver, and lead to unbearable nausea and insomnia.

When the daily ugliness of this country's reality crosses the critical point, like a worn-out river embankment, where disgust with mere survival in this chaos for the first time turns into an uncomfortable and heavy uncertainty, akin to something we thought would never happen again in our lives.

When colossal things are stated by hypocritical mice, pretending to call for de-escalation of the shit, mice who cook up shit every new day because only shit keeps them afloat, mice who watched that shit in the nineties from safe havens, well-protected by their own asses, while people bled so they could shamelessly shit today. Both on life and on people. Who hid themselves and their children in the nineties, and today incite the same fools who back then lost both their children, their minds, and their limbs.

And with peace, they got this misery, which we sometimes even call a state. With peace, they got corruption, nepotism, poverty, theft, cronyism, and begging. So fuck all of you, this time arm your families and send them to defend your sick ideas.

Bring your kids from prestigious world colleges and get them out of the supervisory board seats of state companies, put Kalashnikovs in their hands, and let them die for the foolishness you dream of. Get away from my father who finally reached retirement with calloused hands and a worn-out soul because he never got anything in life except through his own hard work, while you were smuggling in the name of so-called national interests and your own pockets.

Get away from all other parents who stretch their lives from one payday to the next so their children don't feel the burden of existence under your control, while your children drive around with puffed-up starlets in fancy cars.

Get away from the youth who are massively enrolling in medical school just so they can wash and massage old Germans, leaving their grandmothers and grandfathers with tears in their eyes, while your grandmothers, mothers-in-law, uncles, and fathers-in-law become owners of the most luxurious buildings on paper because even your asset declarations cannot bear so much crime. It won't work, you monkeys. A little more sense this time, easily misled people. Let our only patriotism be this roof over everyone's head.

Our individual micro-world as the only front line that needs to be defended. Let the family be the only homeland and the flag we swear by. The only war in which we fight for as many kisses from our children as possible. And let the only escalation of disorder happen in bed with a loved one.

And let them die. Maybe this second time they will actually have more luck.

From the author's blog