Bro, sit down before I tell you. These political parties of ours are like village weddings: everyone drinks, dances, but nobody knows who's paying the bill. Now there's a rumor that one Eugen Tomac, former PMP boss, Traian Băsescu's boy, could be premier.
I don't know, bro, what to say anymore. Peiu from AUR, who's a senator and supposedly some kind of big shot in the party, said Tomac is 'a modest politician indebted to his relationship with Băsescu.' In plain Romanian, he's Băse's puppet.
And, naturally, AUR would never vote for him. Seriously, bro, it's like a block meeting in Berceni: this one won't vote for that one, the other gets mad, and so on. But the sweetest part is when it comes to Călin Georgescu.
That guy, Georgescu, is like a priest of AUR: everyone kisses his ass, but nobody knows what he actually wants. Peiu, with the nerve of a street kid, says he's never met Georgescu in his life. Seriously?
Man, madness, you're a senator in the party that propelled this guy, and you don't know what he looks like? I'm crossing myself, bro. Looks like AUR is cleaning house in its own parliament: they throw some out, kiss others, but nobody knows who's the boss.
And to make it even funnier, Peiu says 'I haven't seen a governance project' from Georgescu. I mean, boss, you're pushing that guy for premier, but you have no clue what he wants to do? Caragiale would be proud of how we do business-style around here.
Who pays? Us, obviously. Stay tuned, more to come.
