It was raining and two presidents

In connection with the mass inflation of Russian voters, government political scientists gasped, managed, twisted their heads and closed their tongues. Yes, it turned out a little bad. Yes, there was an indecent mistake. Happens. People are imperfect. Make a fool to pray to God. Let him throw a stone at me, who is without sin. All mortal stigma is fluff. We have Mari El. They have Florida. We have the wrong balloon in the wrong place. Their brother-governor of the older brother planted in the White House. Have you heard? Yes, all of America has been buzzing for ten years. We must still figure out where the electoral corruption is cooler.

The charm of discussion about the comparative advantages of Florida and Mari El consists in her theoretical hopelessness. It is impossible to complete a similar dispute with mutual agreement even in a hundred years. Therefore, it is better not to argue at all. Only the most curious residents of Florida guess about the existence of Mari El. Only the most advanced citizens of Mari-El have at least some idea of ​​the polling station in Floride. Explaining the difference to everyone else is completely useless. No language will withstand such a load. No imagination can cope with this amount of information.

One of the main problems of interpersonal communication is that in the same words, people most often invest a completely different meaning. If you do not explain in the language of coordinated expert terms, then mutual understanding is dumped into a dull dead end. In routine everyday life, we pushing communication with gestures, moving with fingers to explain that there is a “zyb”, as well as a universal, in no replaceable word “damn”. Take off our "damn", and everything stalls in hopelessness.

The first dose of hopelessness in me was injected with my good and smart friend. He was a colonel chemist. He was a pure and fearless person, which is why he spent more than one period on the Chernobyl business trip, which is also dangerous for health, but three in a row. It was he who opened the parallels for me between Chernobyl and Florida.

- How?! - He was amazed at my amazement. “Don't you know that in Florida, well, just monstrous radiation?”

Unlike my friend, burdened by the disastrous civil defendants, I knew about Florida not from books. At the end of May, in Orlando, in 15 minutes of staying in the sun and three hours under the tent, I burned out so much that for two more days I plunged in a room with a saving air conditioner. But radiation in Chernobyl - it seemed to me a little superfluous for tanning. In any case, few pensioners will rush to buy out a summer house for the cool Chernobyl tan.

“It's not about Zagar,” my scientist friend grinned condescendingly. - There is an objective Geiger counter. Of course, in Chernobyl he clicks steeper. But in your Orlando, by stupidity, you can grab a damn bunch of x -rays.

This exchange of non -consuming opinions could not be completed. After a few short -lived, alas, the years of our friend, the athlete and the healthy man, was gone. I don’t know if he managed to reconsider his views on radiation - both in Florida and in the center of the Chernobyl nuclear misfortune. But the method of joining facts and phenomena with only a distant external likeness has survived, survived and widely used in political discussions, in state propaganda, in the speeches of the highest representatives of the authorities. Evidence is built according to the logic of a well -known saying: "It was raining and two students."

Judge for yourself. To justify the dismemberment of Georgia, the Branch of Kosovo from Serbia is used. If you do not know the details or prefer not to go into them, then the similarity of events fascinates the imagination. But the devil, as always, in details. You begin to fold the part to the part - no, it does not look at all. Here, the International Commission with a calm Finn, the former president of the northern and deeply neutral country, quietly creaks with feathers. Here the kingdom of personal passions, here, for a moment, the live exchange of "Liliputin" and the eggs of Saakashvili stops. But it is worth throwing all the details to the devils of the dog - and how the confusing picture is clarified before. Why did they take away from Serbia Kosovo, but they don’t want to give independence cocoa? Because the bastards, damn it!

There was time - just lied. Lgal and muffled. Lg and planted. It was too much. Everything can be done easier and girlish. To achieve quite satisfactory propaganda goals, it is enough to skillfully use the imperfections of any language of the widespreadness - at least English, and although Suahili. In Moscow, a journalist was killed, in New York they put a journalist-yes, they recognize, sadly losing their lip, this is not good. Both that and the other. Everywhere power (remember the famous quote?) They want to use a free print with pleasure. And the case of printing firmly hold the hem and observe your professional virginity. Such is life, damn it, damn it.

How many Russian people will climb on the Internet, find English -language publications, overcome them in the original and will receive reliable knowledge about why that is committed over Anna Politkovskaya, there is a vile villainy, and a semi -annual imprisonment of the Pulitzer Prize Jedi Miller - the legal verdict of an independent and fair trial? Who is interested in? Well, thousands. Well, tens of thousands. All together, even gathering in a heap, they will not be able to take even one deputy to the Duma. But many millions of law -abiding viewers will receive what is required to be proved: they shoot here, they are planted there, and in general - let them teach the mother -in -law to cook cabbage soup.

Over ten years, the ears of the general public are accustomed to the fact that equally gurgling streams look the same. Elections in Russia and elections in a normal democratic country ... Scandals in the Federal Assembly of Russia, where senators are caught on murders and millionth bribes. Scandals in the upper house of Great Britain, where peers were grabbed by dog ​​feed. The intervention in the economy of Detroit President Obama, who did not give a penny without a congress. Putin's Prime Minister’s intervention in Pikalevo’s affairs with the famous: “Return the pen” ... A new apartment of a lieutenant from Parma and a new apartment of a lieutenant from Perm ... What Geiger counter to measure the difference between the very equally sounding great and small deeds, achievements and crimes, war and the world, between permitted and indecent, between “yes” and “no”?

If you do not go into details, then it was “raining and two presidents” - just a joke. But sometimes in memories, and red square will arise, empty and black. March 2008. And two in jackets - in the leg and in the rain. Such an unequerful game of words.