Better better

The main oppositionist in the country today is Putin. Maybe even the only, or maybe two of them with a bulk. This is not so important. Everyone, Putin is the most influential.
This is Putin - by the way, the wheels of history suddenly turned that it was not even interesting to talk about a person, it is easier - about the collective Putin, which has been on the country over the past twelve years - the collective Putin, personal Putin, not that frightened, probably this is too strong, but obviously confused, inappropriate to choose the right way to call the surrounding world. It is unable to even understand where they are, these challenges, in which they, to notice, believe that the wheels of history turned somehow differently-this very Putin makes more regime in Russia than any opposition with and without diplomas.

The regime, of course, deserves close consideration - in its own way, the time was interesting, and now, it ends, before our eyes, and, exhaling steam in the cold, you say goodbye to the era. But this is all then, fun for historians, now I want to formulate my own claims to this regime at least at the level of emotions. To this collective Putin and to this particular Putin.

Well, that is, yes, understandable problems - the wasolation of society from the authorities, political prisoners, the lists of which the current opposition can not agree on the lists, but the point is not on the lists, of course, we already understand that there are political prisoners, there is a lack of freedom. Somewhere there is a concrete, understandable, tangible lack of freedom: bars, warders, painted walls with an official paint. Fear. All this exists, physically, for real.

Until we are with us, we are actually free, here we are: we can rally, now they don’t even beat often for this, to write anything in blogs, even in newspapers. Someone flashed on television, on meter channels, not a joke. But in the mind, we keep: any of us - and you read these same inconsistent lists, because there are not only leaders with billionaires. A billionaire, or rather, one, and not a single leaders, leaders - they, on meter channels, are cheerful, happy, creating history. There are some very simple people, like us. Not that blurted out and - in prison. Moreover, the same “not the same” that we produce tons in Twitter during the day, we were just lucky, but for some reason he is not. We will be retweeted, and he is judged. So, in the mind, we keep - any of us at any time can be inside tangible, physical lack of freedom.

No, of course, reasoning sensibly - the regime is very soft. Good, even one might say, mode, comfortable. He eats people, but rarely, for dessert, or something. There is no question of mass repressions, the fear over the head in the tangible clouds is not thickening. And yet, yet.

We live at the same time - again, to be honest - not bad. False. Who is older, remembers that it was not always like that. Who is younger - I saw a lot of programs on TV about the dashing nineties, but there is not only a lies. The crisis slipped. Wars, more or less, ended. Somewhere in Dagestan, on a television edge of the world, at times, some security forces die in special operations or own cars, but we actually remember daily reports in the news. The surnames of those who are five, six, seven every day, from day to day, five, six, seven, which will not return from the war. They will never return.

They don’t love us in the world - such a plan is never loved, they always do not like us. But it seems to be considered it. Do not humiliate publicly. It’s not bad.

But the main thing is satisfying. Something around is starting up, it works, despite the atrocities of the security forces, the efforts of the raiders-despite the gloom of the picture of the newspaper world, that is, in the world ordinary is not so gloomy. We began to dress better, as one illustrious person correctly remarked, it is better to eat, more better to earn, more better, better. We generally have become better, it seems.

Calier, in any case.

And behind this is the collective Putin and the specific Putin. Economists can explain that everything good is to him (or to them?) Contrary to it, but all the bad - thanks. But there is no need to get into disputes - we see that life has become better. In primitive, material terms - better. Yes, without him, without them, we do not exclude, in general we would have been unimaginably perished, but we don’t have a poverty anyway.

Only here is not free, well, where is she, lack of freedom? Some people, some lists, everything far, not with us, no, in the mind, of course, we hold, but.

There is also corruption, here, a special catcher writes on the blog: the next governor stole the next hundred billion. It seems like it was with me. And they will not do anything for him. Unpleasant, but there is a nuance: I stole it with me, but I never had one hundred billion. And it will never, it is already necessary to admit it with sadness. That is, it seems, and not stole it with me. Well, he could not steal what I do not have from me? This is something from antiquity, Greek sophists, verbal tricks.

No, the traffic cop, and the district police officer is always at the side, and this still livestock is in ZhEK, and this creature, through which the kids are in kindergarten, and scum in the council, and everyone is glittering, and give everyone. It’s unpleasant, these are certainly with us, from my pocket, not one hundred billion, a hundred dollars of everything, well, a thousand, two, but definitely mine, I had these, but now not. But - by and large - trifles, and conveniently. The kids in the kindergarten, the batteries are hot, the rights in the pocket, although it turned through two solid ones. Moreover, now, when it is generally satisfying, and we began to earn better. Do not impoverish. Let's get it.

And behind them, of course, is the collective Putin and the specific Putin, but when they were not? At which king, at what communists, where will they go if Putin today, immediately, from here? Moreover, they are also us, because we give them at least.

And so on, and so on, and so on. That is, you can an experienced reader of newspapers or simply a moderately lazy observer to multiply such reasoning. But from a specific, substantial, unconditional - only one thing: they banned Borjomi, scum! And “Borjomi” with a hangover is better than not “Borjomi”. Everything else - rests with a horn of the fact that we began to dress more better. But they became the same! In fact, steel.

And the defenders mutter in chorus - well, what are you doing, well, what are you dissatisfied with, well, they put it, they won it, but not you. Not everyone. And in general - satisfying. Are you satisfying? And they will mutter not only some kind of tongue-tied, here’s his brother, a writer, curly that a dandelion, gleams with glasses in a fashionable cafe-(closely, smoky, shedding, the main thing is expensive, but we can afford, we began to earn better)-what, you say, did not read Averchenko, the horror singer of the Russian revolution? Do you want to cook the belt for dinner? Daste gloves? Read signs before going to bed? And something else beautiful will plunge about pine trees. It is necessary to protect, after all, after all, but between us and the nightmare of the Besteria - only they, the collective Putin and the specific Putin.

And against - in chorus they say - who, well, who? You look at them. They are not about you and not for you. They would only stand on the rostrum. And there is nothing to say from the rostrum. Because they got in, everything, the goal has been achieved, the main thing is to go down you from top to it. They are more fiercely arguing about what color the balls are carried to you. Bring you. You are balls! Understand? In two months of harsh struggle, they gave rise to one unconditional thesis regarding the future: “Thermos will be prohibited!” The only intelligible one. And here you are with them? What are you, where are you? And at least you understand that if they, using you shamelessly using you, will win, all the troubles that we nod at, may well stay, but almost certainly we will get dressed more worse? Much worse!

Thinking, in general. There is something about.

Think and see that in all this there is some kind of catch in all this. They buy you - cheap, very cheap, for food, which is also unknown, nevertheless, thanks to this Putin, collective with specific, or contrary to.

They tell you - put the "like". After all, you like, in fact, what is satisfying, that we have become better, and we, perhaps, will even return Borjomi. Well, or the governor's election. What, by the way, do you want more - “Borjomi” or governor's elections? You see, we are even interested in your opinion. And we can write long articles. And in general.

But translated into accessible Russian, it means - it will always be so. Like this. False. Gray. With the perspective - that an article for inciting one day will fly instead of a retweet. Or a club on the head. Or there is not enough money for a bribe so that the kids are in the kindergarten, because not only you want to earn better. And you never, you can’t influence it, because their world is specially built so as not to hear you. They built it for years, with a margin, so that with complete freedom of speech, you could never go to business from words. So that even if you suddenly want to talk, the negotiator would be Nemtsov some, furiously discussing the ban on thermos. So that candidates for the presidential election go with the aim of losing them. Well and so on.

They like this to the world in which you only have one right to keep them in exchange for some satiety. For some integrity. With the perspective at any moment, one and the other to lose, just being at the wrong time and not there.

Whatever they tell you, it doesn’t matter. They talk to you not to talk to you. Never, about nothing. Do not scare. There is no paradox in this.

But there is some hopelessness - this is the reluctance to talk, notice, hides simple. Now either they - or you. Do not get along together. Yes, and there is no need to get along further.

By the way, yes, of course, these are all the whims well. Those who are "better to dress." But nothing can be done. Yes, we are here now. We are not to blame that we have become better. It somehow happened.

It was all the lyrics. Now let's get back to the beginning, to things purely practical. Who is now more active than others to break the current regime, their regime? Collective Putin and specific Putin. Frightened, obviously, protests, which for some reason seem massive to them, they simulate the desire to talk - articles, rallies of supporters, campaign tanks and features know what else. And this, as enthusiastic girls write on Facebook, failure. Those who understood what the wiring with “better”, and why there’s nothing to talk about, are only convinced of their own rightness: well, what is happening is clearly not a conversation, but a scene for a children's matinee, the teacher wipes his noses to forget about them after a second. But after all, those who will be - driven by forcibly - to freeze at the rally for preserving the status quo to the inilization speeches of Braudata Wasserman - they will now also understand it. And those who watch the production on TV will understand.

The specific Putin is in a very sad situation. Discuss, speak, change, change, is not about him. He has no language to speak with those who protest today. In response, he can compile articles where he reports that the good is good and the bad is bad, but to expand the ranks of the protesters through stupid events with mummers.

Of course, he will win these elections, because we know all this. But - if he wins them in the first round, that is, brazenly, shamelessly, in Churovsky, with Chechen removal, then he will even rush to the growth of protest moods, probably, not in arithmetic progression. And if in the second - then the specific Putin, having lost charisma, will cease to be value for Putin collective. The collective Putin will remove the specific and break at the same time, not wanting it himself, without that, the regime that is cracking at the seams.

He will win these elections and become the technical president of the transition period, he simply has no other options. He himself built a state in which you can not reckon with the population. It turned out a state in which it is impossible to reckon with the population. Well, the machine is not imprisoned for this. That is - and I would like, but it will not work, but he still does not want.

And it means that these selfless negotiators, lovers of screaming from the stands, fundamental and consistent fighters with the ban on thermos, are ridiculous - they do not matter. This is ridiculous, but you only have a meaning. You are the opposition.

And if the “like” the state, which is so invented in order to never hear you, does not want to put you, you need to do very simple things. Be sure to go to the procession of the fourth of February. Then - to the election of the fourth of March. Vote for everyone. Good guys. Or for any specific, except for Putin. Or enter someone cute into the ballot-Cheburashka, Homer Simpson, Demon Baal.

It is necessary to help President Putin, a specific Putin, to win the election of himself with the maximum bang. And then they will all break up with the collective Putin.
And in parallel - taking advantage of the fact that the cracks in the walls of the regime already appeared, and much of what seemed concrete, it turned out to be plywood for verification - to act. Search for accomplices. Unite. To formulate claims for the future more complex than the phrase on the ban on thermos.

Laziness, of course, but with this fuss, in this fuss (after all, we know from which Sora) a chance appears.

And yes, of course, there is a risk that we will become more worse to dress. Or we kill each other, as has happened more than once on this basis. That Putinskaya sprouted through Plyuer will be even more plus. And it will be also gray, but no longer satisfying.

Eat. We are aware. We will try to avoid. But nothing will happen differently at all. Only gray, running satisfied in a circle, in which emptiness, and you are nobody, from the outside, with the prospect forever tremble for your more well -fed life, or completely losing it.