I am standing on the pulpit. Up against the representatives. They will judge me. They know that not even a single penny sticks to my hands. They have a primitive suspicion: I made a decision on a matter that I had not been authorized to decide on. I look into their eyes, they are not self-confident. They know that I know that there is hardly any one among them who had not accepted illegal money for their campaigns. They are unfair. Nothing can destroy me. This is the way I thought they would be. They are pitiful. There are many of them, on this side and the other.
I got many text messages. They liked what I said and how I said it. Those who hate it obviously don’t write to me. That is not a surprise, except for one person. Szili voted in favor. If I could write it down once... But I will not. It would be so degrading. My family, all of the children wee rwatching the broadcast on ATV. It was important to them. When I got home Tamás said: “you are a cool guy dad”. “However, you don’t seem to have mane homies in the Parliament”, he added. Really there are not many. This is how it went...
Ferenc Gyurcsány; Facebook, September 13. 2011.