Diagnosis: Sado-Mazo

On March 5, 1953, all TV channels celebrated the anniversary with a touching unanimity: everywhere they showed clock programs about the death of Stalin. 55 - the tyrant is our berry again ... What is not surprising: go to any bookstore and immediately find a hundred books about Stalin, children, nephews, mistresses, drivers, cooks of a great person, and, of course, about his exceptional role in world history, etc. In terms of the number of books, only “Our Adolf Aloisovich” can compete with him, which is also luxurious in the same hundreds of books. Even books about Putin - and even less.

And the co-patriot A. Prokhanov was checked and cooler: he woke up on Echo, that "Stalin made for the world and Russia as much as Christ made, appearing in the world." It is interesting whether the opposite is true: Christ made for the world as much as Stalin? Let Olga Bychkova ask our “cannibalist and dushlyub” for Easter ...

Well, I understand Prokhanov: I’m used to shocking, besides, it is clearly not indifferent to her beautiful interlocutor, so the old man’s head dizzy ... everyday business.

The other is entertaining. Many of our respected fellow citizens accept all these grimaces and jumps with great enthusiasm: according to polls, 37% believe that Stalin “led the country in the right direction”, and 32% believe that the guilty ones were “partially” (another 4% of particularly subtle intellectuals-nationalists thought of the valuable thought that they repressed the Bolsheviks, and even Jews, and even Jews, and even Jews. They did.

On the one hand, you should not groan and gasp for this occasion: fashion-s! The journalists “with a watering can and a notebook” try, scribble books, make films, well, people are dragging from this mustache pop rock. The trade brand, it is the brand.

In addition, “everything that threatens in death is fraught with an inexplicable pleasure for the heart of the mortal” - people love gignoli, thrillers, etc. In France, in every bookstore, regiments are breaking from books about Napoleon-and in his wars he seemed to translate the color of the French nation.

Well, of course, football-national vanity: "Well, we gave them!" The best striker in our historical team ... They played, however, with their heads, but how it beat! Patriotism is the last refuge of a villain, but the first is a fool.

This is all understandable, there is nothing special to say about it.

But still in Stalin-unlike the same Napoleon, Hitler and other handsome men-really had its own “chip”. The conquerors generously spent their people on their bad games, this is true. However, at least their goal was not the extermination of their people.

Our Jesus Christ, without any wars, before all wars, was like, purposefully destroyed the Russian people in the most peaceful time, and destroyed not anyists, but sensibly, with analysis. Explanatory and working fists - to the wall and to Siberia. But drunk-rwan-do not touch, we need them for “effective management”, as it is now customary to express themselves in a scientific. I’m not talking about other bourgeois and specialists ...

For this, 37% of the Russian people to this day are grateful.

Chechens and all kinds of Germans of the Volga region there, whom he sent to Kazakhstan with the same manner-Nope, well, they don’t feel any gratitude to the old man. Ukrainians and Balts, who also got on nuts (albeit smaller, of course, than Russians - there was less time), nor a fig rejoice.

But “Dear Russians” - a third! - Touch.

Phenomenon?

Yes. It is called: garden-mazocist consciousness.

Well, masochism is on the surface. “And this is to me in pleasure! And this is not painful for me, but in us, the hazy, a mi-lo-wu-hu-su-Dar, ”he shouted, amazed by his hair and even once hit his forehead against the floor.” That is the thing that hit more than once, but many, many times-this is the memory of pleasure and has remained, warm and after 55 years. We have such “us-hag”, gracious sovereigns ...

But there is sadism.

He is simple: to personify himself with a sadist. Not with the victims (their grandfathers, they were completely lost!), And exactly with the one who gut them, and then at the banquet said that he was drinking for their health, for the great, so to speak, Russian people! (Stalin’s sense of humor has always been excellent - although a little monotonous.)

“Imagine a boot stepping on a person’s face is always.”

But this image of state sadism is not enough.

Imagine something much more funny: that the “person’s face” is catching high! Imagine?

He catches high a) by masochism, b) because the face that is trampled, personifies himself with the one who stomps him! Here is such a twist of consciousness! The stomachs do not know how ... except for dogs, probably. And look at people-it turns out! True, not everyone. Only 37%...

I would not talk in such detail about this historical phenomenon if it had not been so relevant.

After all, this is the same state consciousness (more precisely, the subconscious) of the people. The cute little thing that the authorities are cultivated to the “subordinate population” to this day.

Say, this is too much, what, they say, for intellectual things and twists?

Not a fig of the like, no twists. "Not just - but very simple."

Who does not vote for parties requiring the abolition of draft slavery? Who, therefore, fully supports the last open form of serfdom, muttering some kind of nonsense about the "defense capability" of the country?

Who is outraged by the slightest attempts to free the dying person (Aleksanyan) from bullying and torture? What is sadism? Yes. But also garden-mast: after all, in the same way (and all this know) they can break the hands-legs-lanes-yaits to any of these indignant people!

So, they put themselves in the place of executioners and-unconsciously-try to “protect themselves”, substituting someone else in his place. Let them torment, necessarily let them torment them - rich, Yukosov, non -Russian, anyone, but not me.

Of course, the hand in power is not at all the same. The eye is not the same ... But it's not about power. But the people have everything the same - the same resulting ass, and most importantly the same head.

Here is such a psychological defense. Well -known.

The same Orwell wrote about her: “Do it with Julia! Just not with me! With Julia! Let the rats defeat her face, eat her to the bones. Just not with me! With Julia! ”

At that moment of happiness, the hero of Orwell healed - he fell in love with a big brother. And our people love a big brother disinterestedly - preventively, so to speak. "Sovereign thinking." Sado-Mazo Culture of Life.

Funny, right? ..