RIP, Democracy in Romania
Your biggest gripe is about the condition of the roads in Romania which are never fast enough or good enough. In your mind, development is identical to building roads. And the ultimate goal for the country is to “increase prosperity.” To that end, foreign investment, the IMF, World Bank, EU, and America are all “agents of good.”
I’m not quite sure where I found this picture, but it’s stuck with me for the past few weeks. At first, it seems rather simple, but it reminds me of a lot of Romania’s recent history. Here’s the picture: There are several things to unpack here: The man in the photo is Nicolae Guta, a…
In the past two weeks, the government of Romania has threatened genocide against its own people, left the leader of Japan cooling his heels at a museum like an ordinary tourist, legalized corruption (once again), and seen the downfall of a second prime minister in less than a year. We’ll have to wait another week…
…a foreign, drunken, philandering buffoon who cheated on his wife during their honeymoon and was best friends with a horrific pedophile is a better ambassador at promoting your country than your own idiotic and unnecessarily combative Minister of Tourism.
…you openly admit your racism and prejudice against gypsies but your favorite radio station plays a certain Shakira song on regular rotation LOL.
…you’re offended by beggars in the street but perfectly content to live in a nation that would collapse in five seconds without the financial handouts from international banks and organizations.
…you never have to say you’re sorry because it’s always some unchangeable defect in society that is truly at fault, not something you personally did wrong.
…you know that your baby needs fresh air and sunshine every day of the year.
…you understand clan loyalty better than you do capitalism.
…you always buy flowers in the upright (capul sus) position but the instant that you receive them as a gift you must carry them upside down (capul jos).
…you know lots of people named Ovidiu but you’ve never read a single line of his poetry.