Berisha: Rambo you've seen enough, you're a millionaire, a house more beautiful than Bill Clinton.

Renowned publisher Kimete Berisha, who is very active in social networks, has made a post for new Prime Minister Ramush Haradinaj, referring to the recent political developments in Kosovo and workers in the private sector.

Read her reaction:

You've done our job to say it's not worth being honest.

It can be democratic, neither free, nor Western nor normal, it does not deserve visa liberalisation nor free movement, a state like Kosovo where private sector workers are treated as slaves, but, quite as slaves in the Middle Ages.

They don't count on people;

Go see what low temperatures they work at today!

Where is the people? Where the inspectors at work, Prime Minister, is the normal man left in this country!

I threaten to fire and scare them;

And they'll give them their pockets.

I force them to work even for parties;

I force them on Sundays to fake food items for production deadlines (with aceton).

They don't have the right to complaint;

They work without contracts;

The poor laborer watches over his master when he gets away from his job, is he now driving me away?

-Slavoprons have the same motto for all their slaves, except you don't like them, walk quickly, wait in order to take their place;

They don't have a right to medical rest.

Underline, Kosovo (democratic state) does not give private workers the right to a doctor's vacation.

You don't give them a break when they get sick except for free rest. Let us not speak of the trumpet, neither let us speak of it, that it is terrible, since you have made your nightiness desolate.

The beautiful, poor girls are harassed and conditioned.

The law of employment in the private sector is not applied, because you yourself are slaves who suck the blood of workers, who do not know why they are willing to come together and take the door of slaughter!

Where you see those successes, the Prime Minister of Slaves and a fellow slave-owners.

No single success for 100 days, but another 500 years with God yamer, that's you, that's all you know and that's all you can do.

You've seen enough, you're a millionaire, a house more beautiful than Bill Clinton, you know what's with you stepping on tits for a piece of bread and cheese.

Your other success is the company with an imitudi Rama.

You don't copy Eddie Rama because he has mental energy and you have physical energy.

He can't break you with muscles either.

You've studied online, when you get into the court of knowledge, you're afraid people strip you, you stay out of the sun from Diogenes, that he's never eaten dicks for anything, nor for Alexander the Great's money. .

Because the greatest money and power is consciousness.

It can't be good for a arrogant man who calls the people ʹmatrapraz that the poor try to protect their property.

That the value of the house is limited to bricks, the memories of life and childhood give it. Each time I move to Mitrovica, I approach the childhood home in which I was born and gazed at her with the merchandise of my entire life. It's a small old house, but it's like a box of poetry and candy for me.

But where do you know about the good feelings, a man who speaks like a bad wife? Don't tell us what man is. We've heard what he is. Never in my life have I heard a man say to himself a slave and offends a woman in front of the world and her husband.

The temperature of brutality is reaching out when it's taking off its set and showing its muscles.

Small wages; pensions don't ask; elders get humiliated; young people are abused; there's no chance of working without being recognised; the Albanian nésabah is taken where he can't handle it; medicine is stolen by state officials; justice is bought and sold for money; Spectacular chief prosecutor, séia, is a fan of the fun; ministers don't hang it; they use the government as the plant for waste production (dens employment of 1,000 change people who from this moment know who they are).

Albanian officials follow them when they enter and when they are leaving office, while hundreds of MUP Serbs receive salaries without ever working. Never-ever, never. Nobody knows who they are.

What are you seeing here?

Official properties are misused. Your decision only counts until the sun sets up, and then as you get the earth dark, the villains go along with the official cars, enjoy it, never miss anything, pay the raves, walk down high ébadawa.

This is where basic human rights are violated, and you talk about success!

There is success in a place where there is no justice.

Yet, you too have great success. Your biggest success for these 100 days is that you've reached mêu becoming disgusting in the record, and all beg not to catch spring as Prime Minister.

I was wondering if you didn't get any Christmas.

If only I had followed the song "Go Spread the Mountains That Christ Was Born Today!

P.S. This is not worth being honest!

Is there more despair than this!