From the heart burst, when Fan Noley described Albanians: This is where the dog is good.

So today we will talk about one of his speeches held before the Albanian Parliament in 1924, where he tells of the five anarchys that Albania has. Consider his comments:

The confusion of five anarchies reigns in our country:

First, Religious anarchy: Four different religions that have not taken root in the hearts of a pagan people.

Second, Social anarchy: There is neither a literature class, nor a farming class, nor a burgia class. This is where the farmer is made more of a farmer than a farmer. Have a beautiful example in the People's Party, which is held in force today by the Berlers and the oldest chimneys, when the members of this party are praised for being rescued by the lenders.

Third, Moral anarchy: here the dog knows the owner; here the characters are cowed, wet, and change forms of day like kaleidoscope. This is where ambitions are free and limitless. This is where the ignorant knows everything, and the wicked is capable of everything.

fourthPatriotic anarchy: In here in one day, as with magic, the traitor becomes a patriot and a traitor. Here we see in front of our eyes show off as great patriots, those who have been calling for <x0fet” and for the father's flag, who have burned Middle Albania or those who have kissed it and helped it shoot across Toper; here, as a friend told me, it is better to be betrayed and to look at its interest and be sure that the next day will be great patriot.

Fifth, Ideals of anarchy: Here ideals are dark, twisted, and mumified by Fanar and Buha are used and fought in a death struggle with the vivid, elegant, and bright ideals of the West; only the ideals of the Anthropogs are lacking.

But to take their place, we have armchairs, yellow, black-headed worms that grow up with the infected wounds of Albania in the liquefy, ticks, which you can break, but you can't chop off the body that bite and bite.

Herodotus tells us that in the naval battle of Miloina, a Canaanite caught a Persian ship with his right hand and sʹte until it was cut off; then he held hold of it with his hand and with his hand; and they cut it off; and then he grabbed it with his teeth, and he let it go until his head was cut off.

If Herodotus were resurrected, he would see that our armchairs are stronger than this legendary brave Greek age. To get these ours off the couch, you have to cut off not only your hands and your head, but your body's feet...”

(Part from the speech given at the Albanian Parliament in 1924 but which sounds the same today)