History is ripe with parallells, and if it does not repeat itself it certainly echoes. As Marx more tonally emphasised, as a farce. And as so many, if smaller, minds have emphasised the young, hairy, lawyer (as opposed to the Prime Minister) Orbán holding that speech at Nagy's second burial, so one would be comically blind not to gauge his, or her slovenly enthusiastic reaction to the new leader-elect who ousted the alleged dictator under a wave of votes . The juntas in Myanmar and Chile may have failed, but to fail so miserably so as to reach only a little over a third of the hitherto obscure opposition's vote share? The verdict, soundly but deservedly delivered on the twenty years of Orbánism, if not orbanisation, is a verdict not only on (aspiring) dictators but political analysts and cries of dictatorship as well. And with the, surprisingly simple and rule-abiding
The questions now seem, in almost military terms, how easily the once scion of Fidesz, now darling of the opposition-government, can dismantle the apparatus of Orbánism, including its deeper (dare I use the term?) functions . There can be little doubt such inequities, as compared to the earlier Gyurcsany or Horn governments, exist and have served as straws and beaks to the perhaps most sordid aspect of the Orbán era, and thus perhaps regime, that of corruption. Until this particular feature, deadly as an insider of Magyar's pedigree could utilise it into an effective platform among both the new and young and the faithful voters of Fidesz, but not necessarily to the leader's pocket or self-esteem, now onto . The flags, with the middle part cut out, herald a new era, a shifting of ground, perhaps unto a new land. But what are these hopes and aspirations which Magyar managed to catalyse on, and will they be rewarded?
