Who’s afraid of Draginja Wolfsanovic Stankovic?

By Andrej Nikolaidis, CdM columnist

Little is known – and few care – but the biggest victims of the coronavirus pandemic are rats that once lived peacefully in the underground canals of New York.

These animals feasted on enormous amounts of food thrown away by New York restaurants. If this was not the best of all possible worlds, this food would reach the hungry in Asia, Africa, South America … Thus, since the world is God’s masterpiece, so perfect that it can’t be repaired, the rest of the dinner was eaten by rats who would then descend into the comfort of their underground home and continue to breed there.

The coronavirus, however, closed New York restaurants. The rats were left without food. Prosperity never lasts long: it’s only an intermezzo between two times when trouble reigns. Hunger and disease have seduced the reign of terror in the rat world. Rodents turned to cannibalism: chewing their neighbor. The virus instantly turned the idyll of the rat empire into a slaughterhouse resembling human society: survival of the fittest, baby.

Lenin taught that the significance of the crisis was that it made all weaknesses visible. Crises, wrote Lenin and published on May 6, 1917 in “Pravda” No. 38, “make what was hidden manifest; it removes everything that is relative, superficial, and trivial; it cleans up all the political garbage.”

Is there a better description of what happened in Montenegro when Amfilohije carried out his clerical counter-revolution on the streets? Weren’t the ugliness, cowardice and meanness of the wise members of the “elite” manifested then, when, like rats, who until yesterday “held functions” and “run the state”, hid in the Podgorica underground, where they spent the next year and a half not being loud, so as not to accidentally make a noise – they fart quietly and say: we are human, it happens even to the best – and so draw the attention of the winner to themselves? Didn’t “everything that is relative, superficial and trivial” run away in front of Amfilohije, like a rat’s skin? Didn’t Amfilohije – and thank him forever for that – inadvertently “clean up all the political garbage”; it just actually removed itself, in exile?

But here are the rats again: they show their heads out of the holes, quietly and cautiously approach the master’s table, hoping that he, or some new master – the rat doesn’t care who throws food – will return them to office.

The rat times are again before us: an age of compromise that falsely betrays tolerance, an age of insidiousness that betrays wisdom, an age of cowardice that betrays patience.

The time to strike at those who have not escaped. Stulic described the rat strategy in “Krivo srastanje”:

“A talon nose ružni i opaki

Sa nečuvenom moći da tjeraju što zažele

Mnogo ih je i strašno galame

Obično razbiju sva ogledala na koja naiđu

Obično razbiju sva ogledala na koja naiđu

Da ne ostane ni spomen na ljepotu”.

So, what can I tell you, I see the “Game of Thrones” over the support of the DPS to Dritan’s government and the coalition of SDP – Joanikije in Cetinje.

When the discussion is called “what we did in Cetinje is disgusting, but what the DPS is doing in support of Dritan is even more disgusting”, i.e. “what we are doing with Dritan is disgusting, but we should shut up and save the state”, it is time to leave the debate and dedicate time to something more purposeful: counting the stars, fantasizing about a fairer world … Every item from the endless catalog of futile things is more burdensome in purpose and meaning than ethical discussions about rat politics.

And my good God: how they like to talk about ethics. How ethical they are, in their disgusting behavior. And how sharp an eye they have to find unethical in the actions of those who did not run away like them, those who do not whisper from the holes, but speak on the agora.

Here’s everything: all the garbage is yours, no one will take it from you.

But I’m interested in something else: what will happen to Draginja?

This crisis made clear not only their cowardice, but also her courage.

In the next presidential election, particularly if there is no Milo taking part in it, who is a better candidate than Draginja?

She’s gone, she’s gone.

It’s why the Cetinje alliance with Joanikije’s political wing is one of the knives in the back of Draginja.

She (semi) distanced herself from that alliance. At that (semi) distance, however, she is not safe.

If I were Draginja, I would take into account the following: not to crumble the symbolic capital I gained through an uncompromising struggle with rotten, so-called tactical compromises.