Where the conscience was - Poptsov grew up

On the sixth Sports button around the clock, and it already seems that it has always been like that. Man is an animal getting used and familiar to everything. Separate impressionable citizens also passed: but is it possible, comrades bastards? .. You can, here, here, there, there, there at the door, two are stolen past the urn - bailiffs, there is a officer, and you, citizen, are here on the stairs and left to the car. So who are you about - "bastards"?

On the sixth button there was always sport: tennis, throwing spears, judo. Strict, balanced comments about the closure of TV -6 on other buttons are such news, there will be different ones soon. Phantom pain in the place where there was never anything. This is treated and amenable to PR.

PR is unpretentious. Kiselev should decide with whom he is with Berezovsky -Gusinsky or with a journalistic team. The team needs to decide who he is for freedom of speech or for Kiselev. The “chaotic” actions of the TV-6 leadership forced ”the Minister of Press Lesin to turn off the team from the air, exhausted from pain and continuous tears. Worse: the minister can no longer provide the team with a temporary broadcast - this is the law. Previously, the day before yesterday, when the company's managers threw a majority shareholder, the law was still soft, and then he hardened.

Even more sad: Lesin from now on just “does not exclude” TV-6 to the air, while the other day almost guaranteed and promised to support with all his heart at the upcoming competition for broadcasting. And now we have to pay a million for participation and another hundred thousand for something, and all in the bucks, but where to get that kind of money, if not from Berezovsky and Gusinsky, who will not be allowed (not interesting - how)? That is why the mourn in the eyes of the Minister, the age -old inconsolable grief of the smart chamberlain in the service of the pharaoh.

Everything is clear with the state, and there is no need to comment on the statements of Lesin, Zhirinovsky, Seleznev, Volina, Raikov and other representatives, to put it mildly, the elites, nor the silence of the president, who yesterday for the whole of Paris rejoiced at personal acquaintance with talented TV-6 journalists. There is no need to argue, suffocating with indignation. There is no need to grab the heart, having heard about the "business entities" for the hundredth time, sacred property rights or the scandalous customs of the oligarchs. Here we will save my nerves.

It's about those who are commonly called democrats.

As soon as it really smells of fried in the country and the rooster pecks in non -stop mode - they are immediately on the television screen, in its entirety. "Conscience of the journalistic workshop" - Sagalaev, Poptsov, Posner, curly Nadezhda Liberal - Boris Nemtsov. They noisily reproach power, they are terribly worried about the free -loving future of Russia, individual daredevils agree even to the point that freedom of speech is no lower than the rights of property, but ... and in this “but”, which is pronounced with a bitter sigh, the whole essence and dialectical imperfection of the world. But, gentlemen, according to conscience, is it possible: yesterday you refused a license, but today you diswover a refusal? But, my relatives, because you yourself are largely to blame? But, dear, dear, beloved, the only ones, did you really not understand that Berezovsky is Byaka? And you thought about your spectators, are you our unique?

The measure of meanness manifested by power never seems to be boundless: on this subject, the Russian public was rarely mistaken. Historical experience has long been weaned to be surprised. But the degree of baseness of those who inherit democratic traditions in Russia is still in Vnov and therefore causes a persistent sense of shame and shame. This is struck by an unnatural desire to wave the authorities, to help her keep her face, to carve yourself with a telegraphic pillar.

After all, no one pulls the tongue. No one forces. There is nothing to say - silent, like a Gaidar. No - they climb, stretch to microphones, grieve throughout the country, they are fearlessly covered the court and Lesin (not higher) and the damned Berezovsky. Not tolerated. And after all, it seems not small children, no need to explain that not in the oligarch, who yesterday taught you all to love Putin, business. And in the very freedom of speech, which is now trampling, like Urk an intellectual, the notorious Putin regime. And it would not be necessary on the day when the screen of TV-6 went out to the Kremlin for the reward and, like Zhvanetsky, squeeze to the microphone in order to laugh us in advance by aphorism.

It is more careful, guys, follow the hygiene of the soul.

It is very empty in Russia. It's not about the sixth button - there was always a sport - but about people who can clearly and just tell the truth. With the rare exceptions, there are no such remains in politics and a near -political party. Yes, they are almost not allowed to the screen, writing down on television cameras for some other needs. And it is already hard to believe that Sakharov lived in his native country once (just recently!) And a generation of dissidents suffered in the political zones. “I believe that President Putin is adequate to Russia,” Nemtsov once said. Golden words, in stone would be carved.