Baton, for God's sake, don't even comment on Rama's shoes, pick up your bro...

This is Arthur Zajti's writing in response to the last night's Baton Hagi writing:

I read Baton Hagi's latest writing with horror and thought about what's going on in this country. Batoni commented on Rama's sports shoes and defended the prime minister's shoes as an artist and as a bull essay.

Where the hell did I read it, it could have saved me without reading these summer days... but it happened.

The prime minister's shoework, out of love or submission, seems to me an indication of the level where we're going, in this ridiculous abyss, that leads us away from people's faith. This shoework could make it a first - century sin for an unmarried lady or a newly laid journalist, under the order of the asshole master, but from Baton I did not expect a course.
I've known Baton for years, and I have even shed sincere tears when, in the time of the Kosovo war, the false news was opened that was killed by Serbs.

And I have embraced him with brotherly love when I met him alive, in Tetovo, as a war immigrant, and we've been out of the morning pouring out glasses of misery and having three tests, at the “B52” club, about Kosovo burning and the unknown future.

Bored but optimistic was then Baton, but he had dignity and made newspapers and news under difficult conditions.
Well, for God's sake! Baton, how can you today, the Baton of fine irony, comment on Rama's shoes and take his shorts to the level of colored or colorless sports shoes.

Because just as you've finally looked at your shoes, you've looked into and protected the cannabis that wasn't yours, and you've gone up, and you've got the desperate four-year rule of 2013-2017, and you've struck at his political opponents. But eat shit, that's eating up.
But shoe-calling, no!

And obviously he, the shoemaker, has put his hand around your neck, every time he meets you, I believe with love and bitter pins, for those who attack him from the <x0...

From that Sam with sports shoes, Albania came out empty-handed, but to comment on shoes and on this endless misery, compared it to Isa Boletin and his famous lead, hidden in his belt at London meetings with the British prime minister, a century of change earlier, for the recognition of Albania and Kosovo, then in the minds of Albanians.
Where are you? ...

There's gonna be some big trouble, bro. That he wouldn't do a Baton without any <x0halal”, this public mistreatment of Baton, in the prime minister's shoe, who hasn't thought of such work as deep as you. Maybe there was a call that hurt them, or even if they had a horse or a horse on their feet, you have exclusive information?
It's possible.

But, as in the old days of 1992, when we stayed with Ibrahim Rugova in Rome and with his scarf, because he has a scarf, I think it made a lot more sense than the shoes you take today in defense, on behalf of those times so Baton, lift your judgment card and comment a little higher, Brother.

From the top, then. From the belt to the earring, the prime minister might want to put in his ear, or a bow or a nose.

And one advice: After the shoe - to - shoe writing, take some time off, even at the Creparo or Wu, to the point of forgetting a little.
And don't shake us like that again, or we'll want to. /360grads.al/