***** ***
To be honest, I was a bit disappointed. I didn't get punched in the face or even called names. Although I didn't dare to wear my rainbow scarf or pin my lightning bolt badge to my lapel, I could have been recognized.
It began with a fiery speech by the leader, about whom they say that it is better to let out a fart in company than to let Bąkiewicz in. You can say a lot about him, but certainly not that he cannot accurately sum up the problems of our impoverished Poland and Europe. He spoke about the ongoing war with Belarus, Germany and the EU, which we must win, about the rainbow and green ideologies invented by the Germans, which threaten our families, the fallen West, which only we can rebuild with our faith and religion, and at the end he encouraged our prime minister, whom traitors are condemning for his honor and faith.
Just after one o'clock the march set off towards the Vistula, and although it had a state character, at its head, in the first rows reserved for the highest dignitaries, I did not notice any representative of the authorities, except for my favorite, steadfast and uncompromising MP Kowalski.
Most of the participants in the ceremony were young bulls, whose age could not be precisely determined because their faces were covered - I assume because of the pandemic. However, they did not use medical masks, but rather more sophisticated ones with skulls or the Immaculate Virgin Mary.
In the sea of white and red flags, there were very few banners. Only the names of cities or patriotic organizations appeared rarely.
The main means of expression were shouts, most often bursting from the participants' mouths, and sometimes intoned by the organizers through microphones, so sophisticated, emphasizing the seriousness of our national holiday and minimalist in its intention, not to say severe. "Glory to the heroes", "Fuck the red rabble", "Poland white and red", "Fuck off the rainbow".
And since no decent demonstration can be without an eight-star, it's probably for this reason that the most frequently shouted slogan was "fuck TVN".
I would probably have stayed much longer, because I admit that I feel good in this sublime atmosphere of a unanimous and inclusive national community, but I was overcome by primitive hunger and went to, I am ashamed to admit, a non-Polish restaurant called Uki Uki for, I am ashamed to admit, vegan pasta. I am ashamed to admit, but it was the best thing that happened to me that day, on the 103rd anniversary of Poland regaining independence.
