Bözsy will never get it

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Bözsy is the epitome of the simpleton.  It wasn’t me who ‘s  decided to call her Bözsy, she wrote it thus, with a “y”, herself. This elderly lady, devoted to  the government and  clearly besotted with Viktor Orban, takes a hardline stance on everyone who has failed to return the latest referendum slip slap to the one and only Mr Prime Minister.

“So sad to see how few of us remain who love our country!  The rest,  I have to say are stupid, coz they don’t care what happens to them!  They would all deserve to be forced to adopt a whole family of niggers! Or muslins!”

Bözsy is a typical Fidesz supporter. Someone who’s getting on a bit,  yet  has managed to remain quite ignorant; a person whiling away her retirement (and  likely all her time that preceded it) in an utterly pointless manner on this  long-suffering planet. Judging by her age, there might be a scattering of  Kàdàr  photos  stashed away in her chest of drawers right beneath a pile of genuine  faux silk knickers, but these days she prefers to tuck her asinine self in with Orbàn’s likeness.

In Bözsy’s world,  the only  expression  of loving one’s country is supplying silly answers to silly questions,  and  the gold standard of patriotism is blindly kowtowing to Orban the patron saint  of elderly ladies’  every whim. If this stocky rock star wishes to correspond with them, Bözsy and her ilk scurry off to the post office to queue (they and all their varicose veins) , post the envelope (they could simply chuck it into the post box, but that just wouldn’t do) , while they ply all and sundry with  their breathless bragging  that such a hugely important person (I’m still talking about Orbàn here) deigns to solicit their opinions regarding certain core issues.

Bözsy is not on the fence about not wanting to share her personal space with either niggers or finely woven cotton soft furnishings. Because Bözsy might have last had a chance to glimpse black people in the TV series “Roots” (though those black people didn’t appear to be pillaging and raping anyone at that moment), and Bözsy hasn’t the faintest idea that muslin does not equal muslim. Bözsy’s soul is as down-to-earth as a doorstop. It is just like this picture she gleefully posted, which I’ve cheekily taken from her Facebook; there are plenty more where it came from.

I’m sure Bözsy is a nice person, a good wife and grandmother. She doesn’t torture puppies, or shoot birds with an air rifle, and takes good care of the porcelain swans in her glass cabinet, cooks lunch on time, and bakes croissants for her grandchildren on Sundays.

So Bözsy follows instructions and dreads black people, detests haberdashery, protects her country and condemns everyone – here, 6.3 million of her compatriots – who don’t. Bözsy has no clue that her current idol is busy destroying society, steals all he can and renders the country all round impossible to live in. Bözsy does not understand the likes of Habony, Orbàn Gyôzô, Rogàn, Farkas Flòriàn, Vajna, Mèszàros. No-one has ever stolen anything from her, her pension is 87 650 forints, which arrives on time every month. Therefore, there is no stealing going on here.

Bözsy cannot and will not understand that she also partly to blame that her grandson or daughter has fled the country where she can’t send him or her any croissants. She doesn’t  understand why silver-haired people like herself rummage around in bins, why so many people talk of poverty, what corruption is, and why things are not okay at all.

In Bözsy’s simplistic little world, no task pops up on her three-foot horizon beyond keeping black people and haberdashery at bay, and those who disagree with this are all traitors; apart from this, everything’s a-okay. Bözsy will go to her grave oblivious that she is also responsible that there is no healthcare in hospitals for the elderly, that children born into poverty stay in poverty, that people are at each other’s throats just because their views differ on certain issues, and that her beloved Hungary has become a more and more isolated, troubled banana republic that disregards fundamental human values and forces the young and the educated to depart for good. With her assistance.

Written by Róbert Tamás, 01/06/2017

Translated by Judit Gábris

Edited by Réka Eszter Szabó

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