Even if the wolf wakes up…

Now, I honestly don’t want to be a bad person, but every day I realize that in that party called Syriza, they probably promised Megalohari to never change. After the double electoral defeat and the resignation of Tsipras, the truth is that they felt a little tired, as a result of which they lowered their raised noses a little and gained some humility. Not a big deal, except that no one asked them to be humiliated.

They also start saying something falsely self-critical, maybe they didn’t do it well, maybe they did it badly, and they probably downgraded the other a bit. We don’t see great things in their self-criticism either, don’t get us wrong, but anyway, brother, they seem to have realized something and have been serving it wrong. I naively thought for a moment that they had recovered a bit. It’s like I don’t know how, even if the wolf grew up and made his hair white, he didn’t change his mind or his head.

As long as the discussions relate to the succession processes through a general analysis of the reasons for the double defeat, you will still hear them say a few things. “We need to reconnect with society”, “we had a misreading of social data”, “our criticism of Mitsotakis economic policy was clearly based on some incorrect assumptions” and other similar generalities, which have a double and triple reading. One can consider that they say everything and that they say nothing.

But as soon as they leave the general and the unlimited to go to the concrete and the target, the good Syrian comes out of them directly, the person we have known for all four years and in the two pre-election periods. We ask them about the extreme measures to support EKAV, they start shouting that Syriza has fixed health and ND ruined it to give it to people. We ask them about the early repayment of the IMF loans announced by the Prime Minister, and they start yelling about the 37 billion pillows they have collected, while today with Mitsotakis the world is starving and the country is in ruins.

Same in my pants, same in my pants. As if we are at the beginning of May, two election days have not passed. We are talking about the voice, the arrogance and the thumbs up. And as soon as the discussion leaves the details and returns to the general, they turn the switch and say to us, apparently concerned about their situation: “But we were the first to say that we have made mistakes and must correct ourselves.” You are calling me… In the correction I see you…