A trough broken by truth

The article by my good B. Souvarine is good for everyone. And the truth is that the atmospheric pillar of administrative and ideological nightmares is crushing. Blatant lies, gross self-interest, senseless aggression.

There is such a thing - and this is one of the reasons why it is so psychologically uncomfortable to live in Moscow. And in Russia, probably. “Probably” - because I didn’t live outside the district, and I almost never visited...

It resembles a scoop. After all, the empire collapsed, among other things, because it was an empire of aggressive LIES - obvious, harsh, absolutely incompetent. Still, this atmosphere is not for the increasingly pampered monkeys of homo sapiens - honestly, you’ll go crazy from Prokhanov’s insights, interrupted by Kurginyan’s hysterics... And even those 99.99% of the population who have never heard of the existence of these thinkers, willy-nilly inhale the same (albeit nameless) ethereal vapors - and this is a bit difficult.

In a word, an evil lie that irritates one’s nerves is harmful to one’s health.

It would seem - a touching agreement with Souvarine (especially since he is not a stranger to me).

But no!

Close together. Apart is boring.

I'm talking about Russia and the Big Lie.

A drug addict also feels nauseous, but he can’t get off the needle. “The habit was given to us from above. She is a substitute for happiness.”

Several bubbles have popped up during these blessed years: in the stock market, in the real estate market. And on the IDEOLOGICAL market, the ideological real estate market.

“It’s good to give a nightmare”... After all, what does that mean? This means, as carefully as possible, to puncture the ideological bubble in which, like in a bathyscaphe, society has been living for many years.

So this would become a real NIGHTMARE. Withdrawal, a black ideological hangover... “Black radiation” - as in the Strugatskys’ “Inhabited Island”, when the radiation from Ostankino and other “towers” ​​was turned off.

Well, what if it suddenly turns out that we can’t get up from our knees (fortunately, we didn’t really stand on them, except in front of our wife or other authorities)? If it turns out that there are no “enemies” and a titanic “struggle” of who knows who, who knows who? If it turns out that an exciting international-geopolitical match, in which we have been rooting for years for “our own” people, who invariably score goals against “them” (if not into the goal, then in the face, in the face, and on the bald head, and on the bald head!), - that this match is... staged! And the production was purely ours, the “team of bastards” didn’t really participate in it at all... And we kept the count of goals scored and conceded with ourselves...

Here's to you, grandma, and St. George's Day!

This is some nonsense, citizens...

The game of struggle between the forces of good and evil will end. And what WILL LEFT?

Yes, in general - NOTHING fun, interesting, or uplifting.

We are not the center of the world that the bastards want to crush. Not a “shining city on a hill,” so to speak... And not the Evil Empire (this is also a reason for a kind of satanic pride). So - figurines! This won't break either.

The country is large, unkempt (and there are even unkempt ones than ours), which has no “enemies” - no one wants to “capture” it, or “dismember” it, or do other abominations to it. The country doesn’t have any “friends” - why be friends with those who are always sulking like a mouse on cereal, swearing, suspecting everyone of something? And to say the least, in the world in general there is no special “friendship between a boy and a girl.”

In general, there is no “fight”. What is there? Problems. “A camel has two humps. But life is not a struggle at all.” And the humps are banal - inflation, ecology, oil freebies, stupidity of the people (brain drain), violent crime... Gray everyday life.

In these problems it is not at all so easy to find the “culprit” so that by eliminating, “breaking” him, the problems can be solved. Or - INSTEAD of solving problems - to beat the enemy who “created the problems”.

Are liberal jackals to blame for everything? Not at all... Liberals are not nearly as wonderful as they seem to themselves, not as terrible as Karaulov and Shevchenko paint them, and most importantly, they are not at all as noticeable in life as in the sick imagination of society. The story with the “liberals” is the same as with the “Trotskyists” in 1930-50... Maybe they are bad, maybe not so bad, but just - where are they?!

Well then, the culprits are bloodthirsty KGB wolves? No, there are no words, they are, of course, good, but, alas, alas... It's a mess. No labor productivity. Stupid, to tell the truth, voting “for fun”. The filthy poverty of a good half of the population is insulting. And this is all a “Chekist conspiracy”? Sex guys shit in the hallways, aren't they lying drunk under the benches? Nah...

Okay, so it’s bureaucracy? So after all, she - incompetent, thieving, helpless - did not fall from the moon. “It’s not my fault! He came himself! You're lying, mother! He (the bureaucrat) “came on his own” because you (the country, “society”) couldn’t do a damn thing without “him” and you understood it yourself. The birth of poetry from the spirit of music - bureaucratic poetry was born (after 1993, and by no means after 2000) from the spirit of democratic cacophony, from this confusion instead of the “music of civil society.” Themselves - as always! - they called the Varangians (fortunately, they were not far from looking, everything was in place) to restore at least some order. They aimed “at least some” - in their pocket, of course.

These are the pies - there is no romance of struggle. There is no one to fight with...

And our society is charged with fighting.

The brilliant politician and psychologist of Russia Lenin coined this once and for all. “Let us turn the imperialist war into a civil war.” It doesn’t matter what, the main thing is WAR. Find enemies and turn life into a fight against THEM, into an exciting match. Real or virtual - but a match. There is no OBJECTIVE moment - there is a SUBJECTIVE one. There are enemies, the fight against which, as his equally brilliant student noted, must “intensify.”

Otherwise it’s boring. Unusual and unthinkable.

The culture of compromise, the desire for concessions, for half-solutions, half-truths - THIS IS NOT OURS! We do not accept false agreements and especially eternal misunderstandings. “In everything we strive to get to the very essence” - but what is the essence? It’s about finding WHO is to blame, “what’s the truth, brother?” But the truth is that our Enemy is called so-and-so. And say it out loud.

And if suddenly it turns out not even that we ourselves are to blame (“there is undoubtedly a conspiracy against Russia. The entire population is participating in it”), but even worse - that the search for enemies and culprits is, in principle, utter stupidity, that they do not exist, “ real enemies”, that they are too different from different people, that there are just a lot of PROBLEMS. Problems that need to be solved through dreary compromises, i.e. derive new problems from them, and so on ad infinitum. And don’t “wait for the final solution” to problems (“communism”) in order to “live then!”, but simply - live and live today, make good money on credit. And it is clear to understand that this is life “in full”, and there will not be another, “real life - after ... a year”.

Yes, this is a complete psychological revolution... And how TASTY!

I am sure that the reader—whether he is a patriot, a non-liberal, or simply loitering around the site—has already developed a feeling of discomfort.

How - without enemies? Without a fight? Without a GOAL (the goal is to defeat the reptiles!)? Without a “project” (“project” is also overcoming someone for some reason)?

Cynicism, emptiness and windy ideas...

So much for being a nightmare, Boris! This nightmare will be worse.

“If the truth is holy - and so joyless! “The world won’t be able to find its way...”

I, of course, do not pretend to “know the Truth.” What else!

But I SEE one thing clearly.

Since 2000, people have been told a fairy tale about a fisherman, a national leader, and an oil and gas fish 24 hours a day. (Confusing an old man with an old woman...)

And now we have a whole trough (not for everyone, but still...). We also became a noblewoman - as many as 100 billionaires in Russia! They also became a queen - with a sovereign gait, a proud neck, and an arrogant gaze. And we will be the mistress of the sea - and we will send doctors not only to the pathetic Mechel, but also to the gentlemen in pith helmets! In a word - “Russia, forward!” and “other peoples and states are moving away.”

We have been telling ourselves this simple tale on ORT-RTR for 8 years. And the fairy tale, it seems, has become reality - let’s hold the fish by the tail!

But the end of the fairy tale is just around the corner...

I'd like to be wrong.