Speaks and shows experience

Yurmikhalych, the blushing of a little Luzhkov was loved by the Moscow people. He pondered, tinted, reproached the city, built a lot. But having come to taste, he demolished historical monuments, sold his soul to kickbacks from shopping centers, and the Moscow people began to murmur. Yurmikhalych did not listen and at least he was a long-standing master of the city, not obligated to Putin, he pleased him in the war. After the cancellation of the governor's elections, he felt not chosen, but appointed, and began to behave accordingly: the “customer” was now not the Moscow people, but the St. Petersburg Raid OCCUPYMOSCOW.

Yurmikhalych forbade gay parades and political rallies, cordoned off the area of ​​riot police, did not enter the dialogue with the Moscow people, sprinkled with sawdust and chips, and considered it to waste production. He was friends with the mafia and obscurant, extoling Lukashenko's savagery, distributed apartments to the “key” figures that, in which case, would support him. And then he is removed with a bang. He does not believe right away, he looks out in the TV of the apartment owners who he had blessed, and from there to the slop. Yurmikhalych, disappointed with the ungrateful key and convinced that he was removed - not just removed with an increase, as it is, but gave a kick under the ass, he finally paid attention to the Moscow people. He remembered how he was loved. I was sure that millions would pour on the streets to return the indispensable mayor. But no one blinked with an eye. “It would seem, what does Luzhkov have to do with it,” the old man Baturin was carried out with this phrase without regret. “Thief,” is a brief resume that he heard after him. In the summer of 2010, when the capital turned into a gas chamber, the mayor did not save the city-he left for his Austrian resort. This is what a sawing shop is acting: everyone has a long time in European resorts, and Russia is a galley, a mine, from which not all minerals have yet been mined.

Luzhkov was shocked. The world-millionaire wife, whose entrepreneurial talents he prevented him from opening up at full force, first sent him abroad, which he officially stated: it is dangerous to stay in Russia if you are no longer power. This experience says and shows that if the mayor of the city, which was even called by Yurimikhalychevsk, pleased the townspeople in their tea and aspirations, the Moscow people, and not distributing posts and billions - you look and poured millions into the streets, and were suppressed by the adversary, and their beloved was put to their former place. Or carried out with honor and respect. They would return the elections, stop an epidemic of greed.

The paradox lies in the fact that those who lost the Plain authorities became its ardent opponents. Here is a former deputy prosecutor of the Moscow region, who was a roofing gambling business. He was arrested in Poland, and now he begs to not extradite him to Moscow. Because in Russia, reprisals awaits him, not a court, in Russia, laws do not apply! And this says yesterday's prosecutor. And any dismissed judge or police rank will say, trying to death by a bottle of champagne or dubsing the batons of fellow citizens. This happens in the blink of an eye: power has become a granted “enemy of the people”, but it is worth anyone to lose it, as he immediately becomes a “people”, requiring compliance with his rights. Yurmikhalych hoped for love, yes, because he came from the era when they "chose with his heart." And in general they chose. And he, after all, deserves a good word. Compared to Grishin (whoever is younger, does not know) and his other predecessors, Soviet OcCupymosco, Luzhkov is just a benefactor. Only for new generations there is no this comparison, they were born in Luzhkovskaya Moscow, read books on history, have seen enough of European cities and do not understand why they treat them like an ink. No, we are not ink - they say and show white ribbons. You are OCCUPY, and we are OCCUPY, you are Babai, and we are aby, you are honest, and we, you hear us, and we are you. And the Babai of the authorities all turn to the experience, which terrifies them themselves, if suddenly he is personal for them.