The Monster they call “Albanian Democracy”

The real democracy in Albania was never born. A scary monster called Democratorship was born in its stead.

by Alfred Kola  check the version in Albanian here

Albania is a tragic case! Perhaps it has been so for centuries, but the 20-year time span of post-communism has proved it squarely. In 1990, Albanians were the most enthusiastic and inspired people that overthrew the communism with an unrestrainable hope that at last they would live free and prosperous in the land ravaged by dictatorships and authoritarian governments. They were sure that they would actively participate in re-building their country and establish a government from the people and for the people. They pinned they hope to what they had heard but never seen or touched before: Democracy. For Albanians democracy was that beautiful and strong woman, caring and proud, a symbol of which they had seen on rare occasions in the movies or read in history books: The Statue of Liberty in New York.

But, very soon, within a year after the collapse of communism, Albanians dreams and hopes for a harmonic co-existence of the people and all political colors would be severely shaken up. Images of angry mob that destroyed shops, buildings and offices, led by hooligans and inspired by the face that would “personify” later the Albanian “democracy”, stirred in Albanians the bad feeling that the future would not be so prosperous as they had thought. The 21 years that followed proved that premonition to be true.

And today, Albania, tell me how you feel

Like a raped woman thrown in a ditch

I can’t look at you, for I am full of shame

‘cause I didn’t help you when you called my name.

This would be the best description of the pain of millions of Albanians, who suffer the misery that came from this lousy “democracy” as well as the shame for not preventing the dishonoring and disgrace to the land of our forefathers, who managed to defend it even in the darkest periods of history, when nations vanished in never-ending bloody wars.

“Albanian democracy is functional, but brittle” – the choir of voices from inland and abroad is heard to be singing with the purpose of deceiving the Albanians that soon, perhaps in a century, everything will be all right. But everybody knows, including them, that this is a lie to give this chaotic situation a little more time. Albanian democracy is neither infantile nor brittle, for it can’t be so, since it was never born. A repulsive creature was born in its stead, an ugly crossbred of democracy and dictatorship that took the name Democratorship, which grew up quickly and was transformed in a mythical monster that is always thirsty of blood and offerings in its name. This beasty creature released its cubs all over the country to devour everything on the body of our dear motherland, which never before, nor in the 1913, cried out with pain from the slashing of its flesh. These vampiric creatures, the seeds of darkest evil of unreason, are released by command to suck the last drop of blood of the submitted Albanians.

This system, called Democratorship, is far more evil and dangerous than any dictatorship. Half democracy and half dictatorship like a terrible modern-time sphinx, the enforcers of this system allow themselves the benefits of democracy to seize properties and powers and later defend them with the means of dictatorship, using the law enforcement and justice like in the authoritarian systems.

Common people are always left out of the system; they serve to fatten the pockets of the little monsters of the system. Bowed under the heavy weight of daily hassles, taxes, poverty and unemployment, Albanians see how the products of this ugly system, crossbreds of the darkest passion for blood thirst and unleashed greed for wealth and sexual perversions, augment their luxury with the club of injustice, and there is nothing they can do, but succumb to stress and sadness for the adversity that fell upon them. Many do not manage to bear with misery and resort to the path of suicide.

In the meantime, the TV screens show all the time the faces of ministers, shiny from the fat of greed, who speak of planetary economic miracles that neither Europe and nor United States ever knew in history, and from those TV screens they laugh to ordinary problems-overwhelmed Albanians in the face and tell them to lower their heads or else those heads will be cut. Newspapers and televisions of the systems are fraught with headlines like: “Albanian government granted this amount of money to the old people, this to the teachers, this amount to the business” as if the government is taking the money out of its pocket to give it to the people as charity. To those who scribble in these lousy newspapers, the government is not an institution, but a cake that is shared among the officials like in Gadhafian and Mubarakian systems. On top of that, benighted analysts of the system, made-up and dressed-up like one-hundred-dollars-an-hour prostitutes, appear on talk shows to convince Albanians that this system is the “Beauty of the Earth” and everybody must love and worship it.

The beast devours everything, but is never appeased. Everything must be hers, and she kills everybody who dares to challenge her, like she did on January 21, or at night like she killed the member of parliament in south and the mayor in north, or mafia-style execution in the middle of the city in broad daylight, or with criminal gangs she feeds and organizes. But the favorite killing of this monster is after she has judged the person in her own court, with the bunch of lackeys in black robes, like zombies coming out from the eternal darkness, who the inquisition itself would greatly fear.

The Albanian democratorship is strong and unbeatable, wild and ruthless, because it uses democratic liberties to enforce dictatorship. Outside Albania it wears the cape of submission and servility, whereas inside Albania it shows its true face, wild and bloodthirsty. Abroad, even though they know the crimes of this monster against its own people, they treat it softly, because apparently they have won chunks from the flesh and blood of its victims and this violated-to-the-core land.

Albania may be everything, but only democracy is not. Nobody, from inside and outside, can ever convince me for the opposite, because I am suffering on daily bases the claws of the monster piercing my flesh; the system they want to sell us for democracy. The opportunity I had to spend half of my life in most democratic countries, including the United States, has enabled me to recognize and feel the real democracy, which is perhaps strict, but beautiful, amazing and fair. Therefore, I and millions of Albanians like me, are exhausted hearing foreign representatives or envoys, who were supposed to help the birth of real democracy in Albania, as they speak and write about impressive achievements of this blood-shedding democratorship. If they do not have anything to say to us, the least they can do is not appear ten times a day on TV, because this is sickening us. It’s obvious now that the one-headed beast is turning into a multi-headed monster to poison the ruined Albanians even more, through what a Respublica.al journalist justly called the Ambassador-ocracy. One ambassador publicly admitted that they have fed and controlled the beast for the last twenty years.  

Albania is a neanderthalic dictatorial democracy, because this system’s members’ chain of evolution skipped the link of Homo sapiens. What future awaits us in this disgusting mess, nobody has the slightest idea. May God have mercy on us!