You don’t even know what a favor we’re doing you. The tour of Poland by Civic Coalition politicians is presented as a huge sacrifice and favors. Rafał Trzaskowski, to get bored in Biała Podlaska, was almost forcibly ripped from his desk in the Warsaw City Hall. The bidulek earned is so large that there is no time to load it. Even Donald Tusk shrank in empathy over the failure of his deputy in the party. But with Tusk everything has a second bottom, so that sympathy can just as easily be read as a mockery of someone who cannot organize his own work. As if Tusk could.
Such Jarosław Wałęsa, summing up his devotion during the tour of the country, seemed extremely exhausted just talking about it. He falls on his face, but he will ride. Getting up despite the killer morning, he will roam. Let his and his friends’ arms and legs fall off with exhaustion, they won’t give up. Like the miner Wincenty Pstrowski with the slogan “Who will produce more than me?”. Later, although the anti-socialist element scoffed: “Wincenty Pstrowski, a poor miner, surpassed the norm, stretched his legs” (he died at only 44), but duty is duty.
You would like to say, what mushroom are you sacrificing yourself for, if you experience all these torments while doing it. To whom is this suffering dedicated? Why is party duty associated with suffering and extreme exhaustion in the first place? Is it possible that no one, with Donald Tusk and Rafał Trzaskowski in the foreground, took pleasure in communicating with sympathizers, often devoted to the leaders to the last pair of underpants?
Those whom KO politicians come to should at least feel insulted, because what’s the point of traveling that requires as much effort as Wincenty Pstrowski’s performance of 10,000 percent of the norm? Just talking about suffering and sacrifice is like reproaching some invisible, terrible duty that certainly brings no pleasure. They have to, but they get very tired. So they should be celebrated like Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin and Michael Collins after their return from the Apollo 11 mission from the moon. Or at least like Franciszek Żwirko and Stanisław Wigura after winning the Challenge International de Tourisme in Berlin in August 1932.
Everything is turned upside down here for one simple reason: it is not the inhabitants of the cities visited that need KO politicians, but the latter need the inhabitants of different places, namely the voters. So it’s not Tusk, Trzaskowski or Wałęsa Jr. (and many others) who please someone, but it is a grace and a blessing to spend time with them. Fanatics and sectarians aside, for whom it is a kind of ecstasy and nirvana, listening to banal or wacky rants from KO politicians is a great sacrifice, or at least a sacrifice.
After all, the public could listen to stupidity on TV. But they probably wouldn’t listen, because the domestic atmosphere strips KO politicians of pomposity and tromtadracja, so they don’t even want to listen. The emotions of the crowd work live, otherwise not the result of the extraordinary stupidity that is spoken, but of collective ecstasy (as in Patrick Süskind’s “Perfume” or Erskine Caldwell’s “Servant of God”). And it is ecstasy that the cisterns of trivialities poured out in the corridors are not perceived as complete nonsense.
Even zealots and sectarians can finally ask themselves if anyone here sacrifices and suffers, and if so, why are they doing it, or is it just to fool listeners?. A kind of blackmail, because when they are so dedicated and tired, they emotionally blackmail the listeners so that they would be grateful for the suffering and the sacrifice, and at the same time not analyze the message too carefully. After all, it could turn out that this message simply offends listeners – it is so rude and demagogic. And when everyone is pumped up and blackmailed, vulgarity and demagogy pour over them like floats on the river Dunajec.
How much do you have to despise your own constituents, and even more sympathizers, when you mention sacrifice, torment, bestowing favors and mobilizing yourself to superhuman effort at every step? Someone might say, go to hell with your sacrifice and grace. If it bothers you that much, go to the bamboo. All the more so because suffering is contagious and audiences can feel exhausted or even mistreated by all these martyrs. Their reign would surely be great suffering and sacrifice, as well as immeasurable layers of grace. If so, it’s a waste of health and nerves. Sleep until noon, don’t get tired and give voters and Poles a rest.
Source: wPolityce