Yep!

www.biziday.ro/303265-2/

The "Supreme Council for National Defense" has the following members:

www.politico.eu/article/elec...

We do, at a scale I can't believe myself. The scale of the mobilization is beyond incredible. There's even hordes of people joining every social platform there is to fight his bots.

I will own my mistake. When the first exit-poll came out, seeing how many votes he got, I got curious and looked him up. Only then I realized the extent of the catastrophe. An overwhelming sensation of shame and guilt took over me. I was ashamed to tell anyone who it is I just voted for.

I heard his name somewhere on TikTok at some point, something about how decent and well spoken he is. For some reason, call it TikTok brain rot, I voted for him - despite knowing essentially nothing about the guy. I have no excuse, not trying to take this into the realm of "conspiracy theories".

"I voted for Calin Georgescu. I am ashamed and disgusted by myself. I went into the voting booth planning to annule my vote as I didn't like any of the traditional candidates and parties. When I opened the ballot, I took a glimpse at the list of candidates and noticed Calin Georgescu there/

Elizabeta Rizea will go on to spend 12 years in prison. She will survive it, will survive the torture, will survive the communist regime. She will pass away in 2008 at the age of 91. She never betrayed the partisans.

Had I spoken, they would have killed half the village! After they pulled the table from under my feet, they started beating me until I bled. They broke my ribs, and I fainted. I was making the sign of the cross with my tongue in the roof of my mouth, praying to God to help me not to say anything."

The braid was thick. I was different when I was 39. He pulled my chair. The other pulled the table. My braid remained on the hook, and I fell to the ground. That's how they tore out my hair. It never grew back. But still, I didn't betray them!

Then, they tied me up and put me on a chair, from the chair to the table, from the table to another chair. He threw my headscarf off. 'Speak!' I was wearing a braid with a ribbon. They threw my jacket away, and I remained in my blouse. They tied my hair under the hook of the chandelier..

Last time, a captain came with a rubber baton. 'Speak!' I didn't. 'We'll give you 300 lei!' 'Sir! Captain, I am not Judas, to sell them for 30 silver coins!' He threw me to the ground, tied me up and beat me with the rubber baton, from head to heel. But I didn't take his money and I didn't speak!

"They took everything and everyone from me. My son-in-law and brother-in-law, all went to jail because I provided food to the partisans (resistance fighters). People would bring me food secretly to give them.