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Rodliddle, a famous British dentist, a former communist, a labor, a god-who knows, he is still an indefatigable and unsuccessful brown-over with political correctness, a talented blonder and an unimportant defending meaning, committed a truly idiotic act, teaching his own five-year-old daughter to Koka, or Coka or Pepsi. The girl had only drank only clean water, milk, apple juice; Now, thanks to my dad, it pours brown brown -colored soda, which without the addition of rum (and even better - generous portion of Jack Daniels) cannot be broken into your mouth. Liddl told about his parental dodge on the blog on the website of the Spectator Maintenance; The text is called “it'stherealtHing”, no more, no less. Where the present is what to say there.

The act of the professional provocateurian press is interesting, the liddla system is curious, more precisely, the details that give out the course of his thoughts. Here is what he writes by committing his father’s crime: “The next day I drank Cola. I think it was Coca-Cola, however, perhaps Pepsi, I don’t remember that such cute retro-buttons are pouring from them. We will remember the name of the column. A brown -chemical drink is issued for something “present” in our world, deprived of the vastness of the malicious political correctness of fashion for a healthy lifestyle. This “present” presents us with a boutro-butter, which also sends the bell to the golden eyelid, when women had the rights of votes, black-legged was known how Christian producers carried the word of God's savage colonies, it was possible to smoke everywhere and we will discuss this “golden age” from time to “Bel Eperek”, the mentioning “ending of the end. centuries "," Fan de Seekl ", when the invented invented to the parliamentary government, the press, but the British did not even dream of power, the asufrazhists were content with excent gestures, such as voluntary fading under the hoofs of a running horse-haired British monarch. It was invented in those days. The most that the current manufacturers are now diligent. It is curious that Western people who lived at the turn of the XIX and XX centuries perceived their time in a completely different way. For them, this is an era of rapid-technical progress, steaming factory tubes, telephones, airplanes, dreadnought gramophones. The then newspaper-shzdvzvzvzvzvs were about the old-well-like times, when Schilisaby’s landscape in the evenings of the landscape, and in the cities, hardworking bunkers gathered in a buried tavern and in chorus of singing songs. I think the lovers of the factarines then treated Coca-Cole in advance as the genus Liddle today-soy bio-milk, if he (not) happiness to try it.

So, the era of the great technical progressive is perceived as something completely nobility; To love the products of the time-this is a clear challenge with its strange progress, which is expressed in criticism of any progress, in calls for all “natural”, “natural”, “non-warn”, “biologically clear”. It is not as revolutionary as terry reactionary; In the era, when all overlooks are conservatives (those who preserve, “preserve” nature), there is nothing left to the real conservative, the edge of the renewal to love progress. Only not the present, but the progress of the past. Actually, in fronts, pure aesthetics, steampunk, a mute of quiet cultural -guards. We will substitute the phrase “Jules Verne” instead of “Cola” in the textorod of Liddla, and everything will become on its own. Its column is not a joke, but a report of the first participle, which he is an arranged daughter; Instead of wine, a pile, damned by all dietogograms; It only symbolizes the bloodshrista, but the sacred blood of Western cyvilization, which once seethed in Zhiladarvin, Livingston, Kipling, Marconi. Now there is a tasteless water.

Liddle, swallowing lemonade, continues: “Changing amazed: what a brilliant product, the work of a true genius is this taste. Onigodes tried to embellish him Tolikeilimon, lime, vanilla, or even the cherry with a meeedelical flavor. And then an inexpressible terrible dietary clock was still ... But in its pure form of a stake-and I am more hateful as a dilution, although the young pavivar-cola is completely incomparable. And the wrecking: Is Cola the best -designed food product of the next 150 years? ” Further, the kolomnovs remembers the canned beans “Hinz”, the inevitable “Big MAC”, and the network’s subsequent discussion comments frolic in full: there are chocolate booths, barbecue sauces, filling xlates and much more that can be clung in supermarkets. And everything will be written not only with irony or even with a clostorg, but with nostalgic intonation; If you read all the comments, it becomes clear - to live these artificial products does not remain long (according to historical measures, of course). They are doomed, if it is not for life, during life, they speak about Snostalgia. Before us is all that cheatter of aesthetic stylization, only, of course, with longing for childhood and the times, the times when it was possible to spoil the teeth and ventricular chemical rubbish with a sky -high content of salt and sugar. In a world where ethics is a skinny model feeding on bio-acrides, a sweaty fat man, devouring a hamburger under a non-worstacle of lemonade, is automatically accepted as a refinement-to-resistant esthete. “Progress”, “technology”, “industry” (and their products) in the present West is something old-fashioned, almost cute, half-forgotten, while “environmentally friendly”, “biologically clear” is the advanced edge of today's relevance (and if you add mortal correlation with multiculturalism, the political mainstream).

It is necessary for us, born and grown up by the USSR, the opposite is true. If we nostalgic, then in socialist times, when the brewed potatoes were jammed with sauer bacons (without vinegar!), When there were no chewing gums, nor sucks of acid flowers, when there were two lemonade (“cream soda” and “pins”), three beers (“Zhigulevskoye”, “Moscow”, “Martovskoye”-local “Admiralty” and “Admiralty” and “Martovskoye” “Riga” does not count), four vodka (“Russian”, “metropolitan”, “extra”, “wheat” - not to offer the show -off “Siberian”!), When margarine (it did not buy it by his own will), which (in increasingly larger) was mixed in Varenoybus. Neither preservatives, in general dyes and amplifiers. In this sense, the Brezhnevsky USSR Retrospective utopia of lovers of natural, genuine, real; for the Soviet man, depilation, deodorants, Coca-Cola, Pip show, traditional democracy-all this existed somewhere there, in the world, the rodor today nostalgies Rodlidle. As for us, then we will always remember the creamy taste of the KIS-CIS Irisk.