And Remember, At Exactly Midnight The Carriage Will Turn Into A Pumpkin: Naira Zohrabyan to Arayik Harutyunyan

And remember, at exactly midnight the carriage will turn into a pumpkin. Therefore, the unsuccessful proud citizen, the unsuccessful minister, the unsuccessful anything, Arayik Harutyunyan, who has corrupted the science and education of Armenia, who has lowered Armenian culture to the level of hallway anti-aesthetic performances, who financed a film about transgender Melik using the taxes of a fallen soldier's family, has decided to address me.

I don't particularly like to enter the vegetable patch, especially since my favorite vegetable is broccoli, but this time, for this specific mutant selection, I will make an exception.

So, unlike this selection, I do not take part in any list push and I will not participate because I know my political weight very well. Unlike this selection, I have not sold Artsakh to the Turk and I am not responsible for the thousands of casualties, thousands of missing persons, and the hundreds of Armenian prisoners of war held in the educated friend Aliyev's prisons.

Unlike this selection, who will envy a plane ticket to escape to some Dutch country suitable for his status after the disappearance of the leader of his political sect, I will remain in my homeland and do everything to finally cleanse Armenia and Artsakh from these mutant selections.

As for the midnight cemetery strolls of the two mayors, after disinfecting our country, I promise to write a pasquinade about how two innocent and corpulent mayors were strolling in the Tokhmakh cemetery armed with automatic weapons and how a desperate cry for help was heard from beneath a gravestone.

Well, kind of like Munch's 'The Scream' face. And for the future, sit quietly in your places and don’t mix me up with your internal conspiracies.