13/12/2025
PAMPHLET – “The Justice Circus: A Romanian Tragedy in Five Acts”
Leave a Comment / Dan Diaconescu, Ro News, Politico / By admin
(long, dramatic, same rhythm as the Romanian text you sent)
Act I – The Voice From the TV
Dan Diaconescu and Cosmin Gusa talked about Raluca Moroșanu, the Great Romanian Judges
I was walking past my TV last night — you know, minding my own business — when suddenly I hear a voice. A very familiar voice. One of those voices that doesn’t just enter your ear… it drills itself straight into your brainstem.
So I step closer to the screen, and there it is:
the unmistakable tone of one of those Great Romanian Judges™, products of the Holy Parallel State Academy of Blindfolded Justice.
You know the type.
The kind of judge who doesn’t just “deliver justice” — no, no — they catapult it straight into your life like a medieval trebuchet.
And when I heard that voice again, after years…
my stomach did a full Olympic backflip.
I didn’t vomit — but only because the bathroom was too far away and I froze like a deer in headlights.
Because in Romania, trauma doesn’t come from sharks, snakes, or ghosts.
No.
It comes from hearing a judge speak on TV.
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Act II – The Courtroom Ballet
Let me tell you how “justice” works in our magnificent legal circus.
One judge starts your case.
Then — p**f! — disappears.
Removed, reassigned, teleported, abducted by aliens… who knows?
A NEW judge appears.
Does the new judge look at your file?
Of course not!
Looking at files is for amateurs.
Instead, they bang the gavel like Thor and announce:
“You are convicted.”
No evidence.
No witnesses.
No final word.
Nothing.
Just BAM!
Game over.
Even football referees check VAR more carefully than some courts check a human life.
Act III – The Appeal, or How to Lose Twice in One Day
So you go to the Court of Appeal, where — theoretically — justice becomes more serious.
More thoughtful.
More professional.
HA!
Instead you meet another one of The Great Judges™, who opens your file like it’s a pizza box delivered cold.
“Restart the trial?”
Denied.
“Listen to witnesses?”
Denied.
“Let me speak?”
Denied.
“Let me breathe?”
Pending approval.
And after ten minutes of staring at you over the glasses sliding down her nose, she simply says:
“We remain in deliberation.”
Translation:
“I’m going to double your sentence because today I’m in the mood.”
Act IV – Freedom? Not So Fast.
You walk out of prison thinking the nightmare is over.
Oh, my sweet summer child.
In Romania, your sentence ends, but your punishment continues.
You try to ask the court to lift some absurd restriction placed on you years ago, and guess who appears again?
The same judge.
The same voice.
The same dead-inside stare.
And she tells you:
“No Facebook for you. No YouTube. No TikTok. No nothing.”
Basically:
“You are free… but only in theory.”
Act V – The Great Romanian Justice Mystery
And while all this unfolds, the country is busy watching documentaries, protests, cancelled elections, investigations, scandals — you name it.
Everyone screams about democracy.
Everyone claims transparency.
Everyone points fingers.
Yet nobody answers the only real question:
How can a justice system function like a malfunctioning washing machine with the door open?
Because the truth is simple:
In Romania, justice is less about fairness…
and more about choreography.
A dance.
A ritual.
A performance with pre-written endings.
Final Curtain
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Romanian Justice Circus™, where:
logic is optional
procedures are décor
your life can be changed by a judge who spends less time on your case than you spend choosing a pizza topping
And the public?
We sit and watch like it’s entertainment.
Maybe because it is.
