Huh? Whoah, 17 years of flatulence, that must smell bad, right? 🤣 Well, you be the judge, looking at the state of the said country called Madagascar today.
As they say… potika from potika, right? In all fields, in all sectors.
Almost 17 years ago, you were promised rice at 500 ariary per kilo and oil at 2500 ariary per liter on May 13th. Today, it’s up to you to judge.
17 years ago, Jirama’s coffers were in surplus by millions of euros… today, losses and debts are… in billions of euros.
17 years ago, the Air Madagascar fleet was our pride and joy, with plenty of aircraft under the company’s own name. Today? Barely two or three Cuckoos in flying condition.
The state of the roads, is it still worth talking about? Potika daholo eee… National roads with a few surviving patches of tar here and there… journeys that take dozens of hours.
But above all, 17 years later, you’re not even able to provide drinking water to each of your 33 million inhabitants.
And that, to me, is simply a crime against humanity, let’s not mince words. Water is a fundamental right; depriving anyone of it is simply a crime.
We don’t even talk about malnutrition anymore. Widespread poverty, io izy io. National education? A gimmick reserved for the few wealthy who still exist.
And the worst part is that it doesn’t stop these leaders from continuing to strut their stuff, proclaiming themselves champions in every field. It’s incredible, they really dare to do anything, eh?
And yes, Madagascar has become a monster on earth today. We don’t even talk about insecurity anymore. Under these conditions, how can you expect the population not to become ferocious beasts?
An empty stomach no longer has ears… and is no longer afraid of dying from bullets either. Anyway, everyone’s already half dead.
17 years of risky experimentation, as the great Jacques would say. 17 years of resa ketotra using EMPs and other velirano, certainly produced under the influence of suspicious and prohibited substances.
The worst part is also the widespread corruption in all aspects of this country: the army, the police, the gendarmerie, the justice system, the administration, and so on.
One watchword: money. The money that allows everything, the money that allows one to stay in power against all odds.
But beware: after 17 years of general anesthesia, the population, like Neo, is beginning to emerge from the matrix in which it has been imprisoned.
And it’s finally beginning to understand that it’s been 17 years since it was fooled and anesthetized with resa ketotra.
33 million angry deadbeats, that’s going to be messy. Tandremo tratra farany Ă´.
Some are already in the United States, others in Reunion Island… but for the solelakists and solelabodists stuck in the country and whose photos I see starting to be posted on social networks, waaaa… 🤣
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