Mish-mash

Everyone knows what this is - a typical Bulgarian dish where everything is so mixed up that it's hard to distinguish the peppers from the tomatoes or the eggs from the cheese. You can even make mish-mash from various things left in your fridge for weeks before. It will still be the same dish, and it will still be delicious.

Something similar is happening now with the Bulgarian Parliament. People with no experience, many of them left in the "fridge of life," thinking the same way they did in seventh grade, for example. Gathered from here and there, left and right, weak and strong, unsettled and shaky, and united in one thing - they compete to prove to the voters how virtuously they master cynicism in all its varieties and how much they hate the people around them. Gathered from us, the voters, from everywhere and put in the same place - the Bulgarian Parliament. It's still the same parliament, it's still the same institution, it's still a mish-mash, but it's not tasty at all.