Sons of bitches

I finally understood who our administration reminds me of.

She reminds me of my labrador, Watson.

When you call him in the park after a walk to pick him up on a chain, he quickly stalls. That is, you won’t be able to get through it from a meter away. Busy with his own affairs.

And then this surprise in honest eyes: me? Was it for me?

But if he then sleeps on the other side of the apartment, and carefully, almost without making a sound, you put a piece of meat into the bowl... Then it turns out that our boy has excellent hearing!

Here are these: like a hundred thousand Muscovites on Bolotnaya, after the stolen elections, demanding resignation - they simply don’t hear this! They just don’t even understand: what exactly are we talking about?

And then when some nomenklatura fool comes out of the cold and asks to strengthen control over the media, tighten the screws and introduce a monarchy, it immediately becomes clear that this was the voice of the people.