Trigger Day

They say that in “Behind the Glass” they show indecent things. Don't joke like that, guys. Indecent things are shown in prime time on the state channel. I turn it on, suspecting nothing, and I see Rosenbaum and Kobzon singing a duet on the occasion of Russian Police Day.
It is difficult to harness the bard of lucrative romance and the honored Soviet patriot into one cart: Rosenbaum is always drawn into hysteria, and Kobzon into serious, stony confidence. Two images of male power. And the song is appropriate - gloomily, in the spirit of lasting male friendship, calling to raise a glass. The tear is as if the weight in this glass is a hundredweight. And the police elite sitting in the hall just don’t bring their cambric scarves to their eyes. It’s especially powerful, of course, when a completely bald man sings about his gray hair.
This wouldn’t be so bad, I never saw enough bad taste in my life, but that’s why we always celebrate Police Day with such unthinkable, such sickening pathos? I understand performers who flock in such abundance to perform in front of people in gray: artists are a creative people, prone to violence, their reputations are ambiguous, some have their own business (like Rosenbaum or Kobzon, in particular). They cannot live without friendship with the police, hence the disgusting ingratiation. Alla Pugacheva is already a veteran of these concerts, fit to be a colonel. But how can we explain the servility of TV channels that unanimously broadcast police militants from the times of late stagnation? Where does the press's obsequious and dignified intonations come from? Or do we all secretly understand that any policeman can do anything to us at any moment, and therefore it is better to cave in in advance?
Tell me at least one high-profile crime that has been solved in recent years. Tell us how the Moscow police prevented terrorist attacks and massacres like Tsaritsyn’s. Show me the crime curves. Interview the victims. Try to get the policeman to defend you or give effect to your statement. Yes, there are probably ascetics, defenders, martyrs among them, yes, they are sent to Chechnya, yes, they are not paid enough. But if you compare their living conditions with those of teachers or doctors... Neither Teacher's Day nor Medical Worker's Day is celebrated with concerts and pretentious films. Probably because neither a doctor nor a teacher can legally put us in a “monkey box” and beat off our kidneys.
Sorry for the harshness, gentlemen. But I’m really tired of seeing how happy you are with yourself. And when you look at those who are your idols and best friends, you’re tempted to switch to the show “Behind the Glass.” There are still nicer faces there.
Dmitry Bykov