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Former b. As a competitor to the current
In the Kremlin
Former b. As a competitor to the current
August 17, 2012 Dmitry Oreshkin
A certain aristocrat with gabash manners accused the low -like girl Madonna of reading morality to us. And, out of office habit, he lied again. Even if you adhere to its specific terminology, the truth is that the former b. She spoke not about morality, but about freedom. That is not unnatural for this kind of young lady. On the contrary, very organic. So a bullet from the Chekist G. again hobbled by. And turned into a boomerang.
Later, our hero with elegant irony explained that he didn’t even mean Madonna at all. So, purely the mind of cold observations and hearts of woeful notes: each b. Likes to read m. Especially on tour. Yes, who would argue - all the more having his personal example before his eyes.
In vain he is. We are people who are simple-minded and forgetful, but the vigilant Russian voter probably remembers how one Lubyanskaya b. She toured with patriotic songs and dances near the island of Tuzl in front of the Duma elections in 2003.
Briefly summary of the previous episodes
The tuzla’s alluvial braid, according to all Soviet rules and documents, belonged to Crimea - based on at least from the everyday fact that the mail to its inhabitants was delivered from Kerch and the protocols of the popular will of the Tuzlinsky natives were brought there in favor of the indestructible bloc of communists and non -partisans. The administrative affiliation of the braid Crimea was confirmed by dry data from the archives of the Foreign Ministry, the Supreme Soviet of the USSR and Roskartography. When the wisest of the wise N.S. Khrushchev from a wide soul handed over the peninsula to Ukraine, he naturally migrated to the Bratsk Republic along with a scythe attached to it. Which is officially confirmed by the recent Russian-Ukrainian agreements on the section of the Sea of Azov.
From the point of view of law, morality and common sense, the Tuzlinsky question did not cost a vacation egg: having removed his head, they did not cry on the braids. But the election! It is necessary to consolidate the electorate. And with the creative support of Marat Gelman and the Krasnodar Governor Tkachev, the old -timers crawled out onto the television screen, who immediately remembered how, even under Prince, Potemkin went to a hangover to catch a tulle. Ours she, the original Kuban earth!
The country shuddered, like a composition before the start, and moved along the dangled patriotic rails. Not a heel of the sacred Russian land with a filthy independent! In the stoker, dousing with the hot international later, M. Gelman shoulder to the shoulder with the Kuban Cossacks sawed and gave the country of coal.
Krasnodar Territory, rallied by a great environmental need, immediately started to build a dam to the end. The viewers through the veil of the November rain watched as the young leader of the new Patriotic Party and the future deputy prime minister starely peers into the enemy shore through the telescope. And towards Binocular, President Kuchma, who was dressed up in camouflage, is tiredly, who saw Muscovites in the coffin in the coffin, but it is impossible to leave a collision with an answer to the territory?!
It looked, we must pay tribute, beautifully. The dam grew by the day, but by the clock. Touring b. In the boots (rubber boots?) She stood on the front edge in front of the raging sea, romantically wrapping himself in a raincoat, like Elena Isimbayeva before a jump. Proud and adamant. It is about to fall with a delicate body on a hot trunk sticking out of an unbuttoned enemy embrasure. The telescope and a headdress, partly similar to a triangle, were sent to Peter and Napoleon. With some hint, even Childe Harold, for a particularly sophisticated part of the audience. And they walked by and walked, like a tank column, “KamAZ” with crushed stone, growling and snorting with solar smoke. The viewers of those who are older remember: this is how we blocked the Yenisei and made rockets.
That is, Marat Gelman was not in vain ate his bread. It will not be an exaggeration to liken him to the great A.A. Prokhanov in the most striking manifestations.
The audience hid the tension: when, then, we finally break the unbearable Ukrainians and beg with Russian blood that has become such a piece of land?! When are black marines with mouth skewed in a cry (with bitten ribbons of a dishes - the right to emphasize) pour a dam on a small land, where the Communist Party and personally L. I. Brezhnev broke the ridge to the fascist beast?! Thank God, a real man appeared among the political shit. That's who you need to vote for, so that it calm down with your heart!
The peak of hysteria, in accordance with the script, came for a week before the elections. And on the fateful December night 9 with something percent of sea seals and combat seals cast their votes to the young leader. On their wet backs, he entered the State Duma as a clock.
The next day, the construction of the environmental dam was curtailed and forgotten. Million expenses are written off (the benefit is official money, from the taxpayer pocket), the topic is deleted from the TV manager. The shooting is over, thanks everyone, everyone is free. With one slight exception: on the other side of the strait, too, are not fools. The tantrum from the Russian coast was competently picked up by Ukrainian nationalists to solve their, equally simple election problems. That more than once or two hiccuped V. Yanukovych on orange days a year after the Tuzla. His cartridge from the Kremlin, which, was remembered, dumped Yanukovych billion oil and gas dollars into the election campaign (at the state expense, of course) and congratulated him twice on the victory. But both times somehow inappropriate.
Where is Zina's money
Meanwhile, a real man in the Duma, without worrying even a pair of boots, married another as fruitful, from the point of view of the consolidation of the electorate and the split of the people, the environmental idea: "Clean Moscow from garbage."
This is what G. should it be in order to first dilute a nasal electorate in the patriotic idea “We will not give the Caucasus to the enemies,” and then again throw it in the same yeast, but in the diametrically opposite direction: “Where did so many Caucasians come from”? As always in such cases, blood and guts were squeezed out of ordinary citizens, and the winnings went to the aristocratic b. From the organs.
So now. There is nothing to imported gastrolds under the feet of domestic, preventing the population on a spiritual basis and sawing 20 budget trillions to the approving rumble of the Cossacks from the Uralvagonzavod. Love !!
With morality, everything is extremely clear here. American b., I like it or not (a matter of taste), earns money with a personal sip, ass and talent. Its less gifted competitors from our part feed exclusively with the same body of the Russian treasury. They don’t even need to move the stern - it is enough to have innate shamelessness and honest, slightly tired eyes of Stirlitz. "Sorry that they could not save all the hostages ... Gas in the theater center on Dubrovka was harmless."
Dam to Tuzl was also harmless - for them. Rather, very useful in a personal sense. But at the public account. Like the pathos construction of communism, the international duty in Afghanistan, the generous support of the fraternal (again for them) Honneker's regimes, Kim Il Sen, Arafat, Chayyscu, Castro, Gaddafi, Assad, Saddam Hussein, Smirnov-Antheufeev, Kokoita, Lukashenko and other holders of budget dormitory.
Well, for the country and the people?
What are you talking about. When it was, with a sense of deep satisfaction, the country rising from the knees. Only as a place where to frolic and eat. The struggle for sovereign fodder lands.
Why did the American beauty come here? We have enough of our own. Do you list? That in a balloon, inflated by the most honest elections; This one is on yellow "Zhiguli", in fins with Greek amphoras; The third, noticeably spoiled by the apartment issue, brings up the people in CJSC of Christ the Savior; The fourth is working in the glass of London, which is in the glorious city of Tver ... Each with its elegant twin and sweet bizots. But everything is extremely patriotic as a selection. For they were prepared in the special committee of G. and b. There, young ladies are taught to pretend to be steep boys in order to intrigue the client and dilute into budget grandmas.
That is, in fact, we have a trouble with the client. Since the people (or part of it) pecks at such a show, it means that they have problems with the subconscious. Injured by either a prison, or a barracks, or a monastery. He yearns on a strong hand, not to mention other organs. For what, poor, and has. More precisely, they have it. Yes, who, in fact, will figure it out there, in the bloody gardens of the bustle of a pitch of a pile of Stalin's sin.
One thing is obvious: disproportionate accounts for the games of patriotic b. In the end, the population always pays. Previously blood, now barrels.
Such a unique civilizational code. It seems that with him on a glass we plunge again in the w.
Yes, I almost forgot. Following the sophisticated deputy prime minister, I want to explain what G. in this text means, say, a hero; b. - Noble young lady. About w. Please come up with something yourself. Life, for example ...