The wartime unity is clearly behind us. It lasted a whopping two weeks.

If there is anything good to be found in this, it is a sign that those who are better informed — meaning the politicians — know that the threat to Poland has passed. So it is time to return to their favorite pastimes: mutual humiliation and political brawling.

PiS, with its educational bent (a guilty conscience over its own shortcomings, perhaps?) is forcing half the nation into German lessons, presenting with perverse tenacity Donald's demonstrations of fluency (very mediocre, truth be told) on TVP every single day. It looks as though Mr. Tusk has never spoken in any other tongue and has no intention of doing so. And yet there is still his Kashubian, as well as his stumbling English.

PiS as a whole reminds me of a baca — a highland shepherd. He hauls a group of tourists up to Morskie Oko, then tries to squeeze extra cash out of them like any local highlander, arguing that it was hard, uphill the whole way, and so on. Meanwhile the poor horse just listens and thinks — sure, it was hard for him...

Then again, not entirely. At least the baca showed the way. With the refugees, we were left practically on our own. The authorities merely puffed out their chests for medals, while the people got on with it and passed the test. Of course, without proper rules and funding, we will not get very far.

Speaking of funding...

The other side is no better. The former prime ministers' club — Buzek, Belka, Miller, and Cimoszewicz — in a situation where the country has suddenly taken 1.5 million unemployed people onto its shoulders, and will probably take far more, eagerly voted for sanctions... against Poland. And they did so, naturally, in the name of values.

They were not alone, of course. Civic Coalition generally abstained — there was nothing else to do that would let them save face — but a few raisins acted as usual, on the principle of 'I have to, even if I choke.'

I am not surprised by Sylwia Spurek, permanently detached from reality, an opponent of fishing who is also a declared fan of leather handbags from Louis Vuitton's Chinese factory, or by the widow 'how sorry I am in this Miami,' Adamowicz. The first, I dare say, does not entirely know where she is or what she is doing. The second, quite the opposite, is fighting for her life, because the threat to the rule of law in Poland gives her no peace — dragging herself through prosecutors' offices to persistently inquire about yet another apartment. She is right, it is an eminently small-town kind of behavior, wouldn't you agree? :-) They made life so unpleasant for the poor woman that she fell ill, no longer able to present herself for further summonses. But for sessions in Brussels she was healthy. Was it the travel reimbursement or the personal proximity to the subject?

A few more voted in favor. Among them, Biedron — champion of women's rights and beater of his own mother. This is the fellow who declared he would never abandon the residents of Slupsk, which is precisely why he wanted to win the European elections and relinquish his parliamentary seat. Well, as it turned out, he forgot to relinquish it.

How can one cold-bloodedly harm one's own homeland in the hope that the worse things get at home, the greater the chance of returning to the trough?! When I look at these deeds, I find myself contemplating the restoration of corporal punishment — a good thrashing would be just right. For Mrs. Roza 'Panzerfaust' Thun und Hohenstein, this kind of posture is already an addiction. For those in doubt, this lady represents Poland in Brussels, and the second part of her surname is from her husband, a prince.

And then there is Tusk. Perhaps it was the difficulty of navigating the slalom poles he himself set up as head of the EPP that made him decide not to compete. He sits relatively quietly, in keeping with the principle: if you do not know what to say, better say nothing.

Our local governments are also on stage: city presidents, mayors, and regional marshals. They are bravely pitching in to organize aid for the refugees. And virtually all of them. Bravo!

Though I will pull out one local government gem, saving the rest of the stories for a more appropriate time.

There is a little town called Pila. You know, 'I drank in Spala, I slept in Pila'... from that song. There is also the Pila district. The local officials apparently tried to sign a twinning agreement with — wait for it!!! — yes, Las Vegas. That Las Vegas. I understand that both sides lie in a desert (ours being a civilizational one), but for God's sake! Fortunately, the Yankees were somehow not taken with the idea. Our people, however, would not so easily give up an attractive junket on someone else's tab. On the fly, they devised a way to salvage the project. And please, is that possible? Of course it is :-) The Pila district became an exhibitor at the new technologies fair in Las Vegas. SpaceX had a booth next door, as did Facebook, Pfizer, Amazon, and NASA. There were probably oil companies like Chevron, plus your Fords and BMWs, but the very center of the hall belonged to the Pila district :-) The official cost of the event: a modest 2 million zlotys. Bravo, ours!!

P.S. Someone asked about fuel prices. I am no fortune teller, but in 2008, with oil at $150 per barrel and the dollar at 2.2 zlotys, the price at the pump was 6 zlotys per liter. Today we have $110 per barrel, but the dollar is at 4.4 zlotys. In my view, the barrel should start falling soon because Iran is entering the market with its oil. The dollar, on account of the war, will not drop quickly.