The October 1 March is the biggest and dumbest trap that can be invented, which is just right for Tusk’s “genius”

Whoever represents the parties, and thus the polling stations, will march on October 1 – will die (not literally, of course).

The holiday season is in full swing, so what evokes moderate merriment during the rest of the year is more noticeable to the eyes and ears during the Cannibal. Not because of originality, but because of complete weirdness. Vice Michnik or quarter-Michnik hierarchical, though near-Michnik functional, ie Jarosław Kurski, regularly delivers merry nonsense, but sometimes gets carried away by pathos, commitment and superlatives.

Where Wielowieyska, Kublik, Wieliński, Imielski or Czuchnowski operate in the convention of horror and even slasher, Jarosław Kurski “makes you laugh, stupid”, but does not “scare” – if you stick to Adam Mickiewicz’s “Pani Twardowska”. It could be called a whine were it not for the strong comedic element. Not intentional at all, but the result of the combination of the poetics of a schoolgirl, a nerd and a Komsomolic. Many authors of “Gazeta Zaangażowana” try this poetics, but Quarter-Michnik is the funniest.

Jarosław Kurski answered, and someone wrote down something entitled “Whoever doesn’t march dies.” And there are already “balls like berets”, because “march or die” is the motto of the Foreign Legion. There is much to say about the mercenary troops formed on March 9, 1831 on the initiative of the then French King Louis Philippe, but not that this formation is a source of inspiration for Gazeta Zaangażowana, its management and its party, ie Civic Platform.

At the moment, mercenaries are primarily associated not with the Foreign Legion, but with Yevgeny Prigozhin’s “war dogs”, so the reference is embarrassing to say the least. Moreover, Michnik’s Komsomols wouldn’t even be able to form a battle formation, much less “march or die”. Moreover, they would not be able to make such a cheap version of the Foreign Legion, which appears in Tadeusz Chmielewski’s movie “How I Unleashed the Second World War” (based on Kazimierz Sławiński’s novel “The Adventures of Dolas the Gunner”).

“Whoever doesn’t march dies” is, in its most trivial version, a reference to Donald Tusk’s latest initiative. Jarosław Kurski wrote: “Half a million people in the streets of Warsaw and other cities have restored hope for a change in this government. Numerous subsequent rallies – in Poznań, Wrocław and Koszalin – showed that the size of the June 4 protest was no coincidence. People with this power say: Enough! Therefore, I have no doubt that the March of a Million Hearts, convened on October 1, two weeks before the alleged election date, will be a great success for the opposition and set the calendar for the election campaign.

Calling the political event “the march of a million hearts” shows all the nonsense, pretense and pomp of the initiator and his aides. It’s not even Paulo Coelho, but a kind of parody of a parody, something like “On the Mouth of Sin” by Magdalena False in relation to “The Leper” by Helena Mniszkówna.

Donald Tusk has recently become obsessed with the heart and connected with the symbolism of this organ, or rather a sign, but in a version for the incomprehensible. Someone must have told him to make the heart sign white and red, because then the shoddy symbol would be patriotic to schoolgirls and priceless to critics. It may be prohibitive, but above all it is a desecration of the national colors for purposes that have nothing to do with them. Even if junk dealers save themselves in this way, it doesn’t change the fact that they are still junk dealers.

Marches that replace, not just supplement, classical politics are not an invention that has a good association. Also because of the country it is associated with (and Donald Tusk should be particularly sensitive to this). Such marches are simply a form of symbolic violence, especially since they often incite real violence. If you put hearts in the national colors on it, it’s a desecration of the cube. We agree too easily to brush off anything with national colors. And it is completely unacceptable to cover Donald Tusk’s séances of hate with these colors.

The most comical moment, as it changes the character from jolly nonsense to criminal nonsense, is the Homage to Tuski moment: “Once again, Donald Tusk caught up with everyone. Again he did it his own way, again Tusk imposes the logic of the dispute, again he creates the collective imagination. Probably needed a diaper change, that’s how it flew. But both the demigod Tusk and his squire lacked common sense. And predictions. The event planned just before the election, however disguised it was, will be part of the election campaign.

The march can be financed from the funds of the Tusk Election Fund and the company, but then it will not be a large demonstration of Poland, but only a celebration event. Or the march is associated with violating electoral law, if the money comes from the networks of a certain commercial network or some other shady source (it may not be shady, it is enough that it is illegal). Of course, you can see that it costs nothing, but the current National Election Commission did not train in Moscow like the previous one, so it will not sell itself.

It gets even worse when Jarosław Kurski shouts: “All democratic leaders should lead this march. No one should escape.” Well, it should, and for its own good. After all, you can’t get involved in another election committee’s campaign event, because then you wouldn’t fund it from your own resources and thus you’re breaking the law. Even if there were a collection of participating committees, it would also be to fund someone else’s campaign or use someone else’s money. For these reasons alone, Donald Tusk is as much of a genius as goat’s milk makes roast beef.

“Whoever does not march dies” – says Jarosław Kurski. Even if he doesn’t mind the Foreign Legion as the source of this golden idea, it’s the other way around: whoever represents the parties, and thus the electoral commissions, marching in this event will die (not literally, of course). You have to be extremely clueless (while considering yourself a genius) not to understand.