Mother Teresa: She was a citizen of Skopje, and spent her years helping poor people for her own glory, while secretly writing letters full of words of blasphemy against God, his power, his sovereignty and his glory. She was born in 1910, baptized when she was one day old and never looked back. She loved to brag, “My work that’s me.” There was never any glory for God in the crusty old reprobate’s heart or mouth. She later adopted Indian citizenship, and that is where they held her idolatrous funeral. Now Calcutta and Skopje are talking about becoming sister-towns. So special. And of course they’re building memorials and museums to her, none of which will do her a bit of good at this hour. Give it a rest acting like she was a saint. She liked how she lived; she lived for herself; and she never believed in God. She’s in hell.
President Dr. Gjorge Ivanov: He’s a 50-year-old pretty-boy, married-with-one-daughter lawyer, political liberal, reformist, youth organizer, former broadcaster in TV, teacher of political philosophy, who helped open Macedonian academia to Western universities through contemporary literature and magazines, active in the European Union, consultant to leading think-tanks and researchers, elected as the fourth president of Macedonia in 2009. Need I say more? Really?
Cleopatra: The last of the Macedonian monarchs, this strumpet is worshiped by whores and whoremongers worldwide. She was smart, strong-willed, passionate, charming, charismatic, blah, blah, blah. But mainly she was a pushy sibling-hating whore. She’s really only known for one thing, which was whoring around with Julius Caesar and Mark Anthony, ultimately causing Rome to declare war on her.
Cleopatra-whore-wannabes: Macedonia, like every little two-bit nation, has stars – singers, actors, whatever – whose claim to fame is dressing like whores, acting like whores, partying like whores, dating like whores, and being jabbered about in the media for being whores. Like Blagica Micova, Rilind Reka and Elena Risteska. Every little twit that was raised in Macedonia – boys and girls alike – crave their vain lifestyle, and spend out their years pining to strut around being little whores like them. Who do you figure they learned that from? Yep—Cleopatra.
