Post-communist countries always go in one of two specific directions: either they develop into the free path of Western liberal capitalism, or they follow the path of the Russian oligarchic system. In 1992, when the late Jože Mencinger ordained the economy as an old man with a scythe and a hood on his head, the fate of our country was finally sealed – instead of the prosperity of free entrepreneurs, we got an unofficial empire of red directors. The coronation of Nataša Pirc Musar is only the conclusion of this process and the return of the new class to where it thinks it belongs since 1945.
Now we have an oligarchic trifecta in power of all institutions worthy of national mention, which, although they do not shun capitalism, but above all a nascent capitalism directly dependent on the public good. At the head of the country, we have the electro-oligarch Robert Golob, who made his career by having a state-owned company buy his private company from him, and then became the director of a joint venture of which success is entirely dependent on the cheap nuclear power plant that all Slovenians built (for him), not just those with a red star on their cap. Over the years, Robert Golob has amassed several millions of money from a public company and built a house on the level of a producer from Beverly Hills. But that does not matter – the leftists forgave him because he is theirs. Committed to partisanship and NOB values.
We have the mayor of the largest and capital city of Slovenia, Zoran Janković, who made Ljubljana a mini-Republic of Serbia, full of public projects burdened with corruption, repeatedly overpaid with taxpayers’ money, and the capital of the Balkan underworld. Although he expressed his support for both Dodik and Vučić, Ljubljana’s socialists love him – not because he made Ljubljana “the most beautiful city in the world”, because they also live in the same city and sometimes drive along Dunajska and Šmartinska Streets, which are more reminiscent of some Camel Trophy route through the Central African Republic, rather than the main roads to the city centre. They know that the city is a crumbling ruin with ugly tombstones instead of asphalt in Slovenia, but they do not care. The only important thing is that he is committed to the partisanship and values of NOB.
Now we have the first lady of the Slovenian PID party, Nataša Pirc Musar, with her husband, who actively did business with the Slovenian Boris Berezovski – Darko Horvat, who used the same business methods. Nataša Pirc Musar is fabulously rich, but she claims a low salary. Her husband performed fiduciary business, which he used to hide the ownership of the company abroad. They drive around Slovenia in prestigious Rolls-Royces and Maseratis with foreign license plates. But again, the only important thing is that she is committed to partisanship and NOB values. An additional bonus is her connection with the granddaughter of the former editor of Komunist magazine and the support of the penultimate chairman of the Central Committee of the Union of Communists.
On the other side are entrepreneurs who have succeeded through hard work
Ivo Boscarol once said that Slovenians forgive everything except success. That is not true. Slovenians allow success, but only success grabbed from public funds. This alone is the Slavic measure of success and the aspiration we strive for. Creating companies from the garage and slow growth, meritocracy and hard work, financial responsibility and entrepreneurship… these are all virtues for the naïve. A real guy will “borrow” money from his son, who did business with a state-owned company, where his father was the director of the company, on a large scale and with dubious business practices. A true Slovene will become an electro-oligarch along the party line after his father was the director of an energy company during communism. A real Slovenian woman will show off her low salary and create companies in foreign tax havens and go home to preach about equality with a Rolls-Royce with foreign registration.
The new class realised that the left-wing voters would forgive “ours” everything, so they – such is human nature – take advantage of it more and more brazenly and shamelessly. That is why we are returning to those strange times, when Tito sailed on the Galeb and was transported in a Mercedes, and the common folk that worshiped him waited for three years for a little fičko car of which door handle fell off when it was picked up. The new class has no respect for self-made millionaires. Such a new class “drives into the sea with bayonets” because they are dangerous – namely, they point out how fundamentally incompetent the new class is when it comes to creation. Their business is to drain your money.
Now you have them. The son of the communist director Valentin on Gregorčič Street. Putin’s “twinned” purebred mixed race at Magistrate and Kučan’s ideological offshore “adoptee” at Erjavčeva Street. And the granddaughter of the censorious communist Boža for background support. Đilas’ new class is here again. Boscarol, Akrapović, Batagelj and Štrancar can look with concern into the future, when those wild leftists on the street (there is no hatred there, only noble intentions, if you ask Nataša Pirc Musar) will grab their bayonets.
Andrej Žitnik
