Tusk was supposed to build me some roads. He was supposed to build, build, build and then rest on the 7th day or so the joke went. I got the one road I was waiting for. I don’t know about the rest of Poland. “My” road probably had less to do with Tusk and more to do with Dutkiewicz, but I don’t care. The roads exist.
You, Janusz! You were supposed to uphold the constitution and fight for the execution of separation of church and state which already exists in the constitution. That’s what you promised. And I don’t care about the crucifix hanging in the sejm. I care about the crucifix hanging in my childrens’ classrooms. I believed you despite that press conference where you were swinging a plastic penis around. For some reason I thought you’d try a little harder to do something about it or at least go down fighting. Beh! Nic.