
There is one holiday on the calendar, which is not celebrated in red and is not even a weekend. Neither drink nor bite, without which the same Okhlos (plebs, the crowd, aggressive-auditory majority), for which they suffered for so long on November 7 and only recently replaced the 4th (also lies and myth-making), does not imagine the holidays. This is a corporate, corporate day of democrats, who have not yet been afraid of this title. Yes, there is Easter, there is Christmas. Great holidays, but they are from God, we have nothing to do with it. There is a favorite New Year, elegant, sincere, replacing Christmas with poor scoops and as well as to now. Women hold on to their March 8, youth - for the day of St. Valentine, February 14, the holiday of all lovers. The Day of Independence of Russia from its colonies has already been mutilated, and on June 12, the majority celebrates the Day of Russia as a holiday of swagger and complacency. The Constitution Day was selected, December 12 - a working day. There is also a bunch of Soviet holidays, red and false: May 1, February 23. And only one day, August 22, the best people of Russia, democrats, earned in 1991 their own hump, and three-at the cost of their blood. The aggressive-auditory majority sat at home, watched the “Swan Lake”, and the naughty and noble minority ran to the White House, retained the country a chance, drove the GKChP and conquered power to Yeltsin, reform and tricolor. The most significant and visible signs of changes: a tricolor raised above the White House and the Dzerzhinsky dashed from the pedestal.
We drove that junta because she did not dare to kill everyone who was hanging out, unarmed, in front of the tanks at the White House. When it is necessary to put on the end of life, the minority wins, because the oklos of the little finger will not prick. We drove the second junta too - in 1993. The first, by the way, what they did, these successors of the GKChP case - tore off the tricolor from the White House and hung their red rag instead of it, which determined their political vector. But those who went to the Moscow City Council were not ready to leave with any superiority of enemy forces. Only in the next world. And the putschists laid 150 people of their supporters and went out with their hands with their hands. And this junta was defeated. But when they came for the third time, in 2000, nothing came out for us. Because they found the method: to state their theses of restoration and degradation not on barricades and not from tanks, but in the elections. And the aggressive-audible majority scored reforms and the best future for the country with ballots. And no risk! The black thing to return back, to the Soviet Shlyakh, was determined in the darkness of the URN and solitude of the booths. The field of our defeat was polling stations.
Those who are now in power are kept not so much on bayonets, but on the applause of those from whom we pulled out in 1991 the lousy and pushed mattress of the Soviet Union, the kingdom of rations, parades and common people. The current Chekist junta hates a tricolor. She originates from the Cheka, and the White Army, who fought against her, went into battle under a tricolor. Tricolor is a living symbol of the country killed by the Bolsheviks and Chekists, shot, disgraced and robbed. And they did not dare to lower our flag. Where they could, stuck their stars, bashfully shoved a red flag into the army, red -banned, but not legendary, no longer beloved by anyone, inspiring the horror defeated in Afghanistan and dishonestly defeated women and children in Chechnya. But touching a tricolor means rolling to the level of China and North Korea, Cuba and other shock countries.
Yes, our ship - Russia - was captured by pirates, but they did not lower our flag and did not hang in his place their red "cheerful Roger". While there is a tricolor on the mast, we have hope. We are sitting under their anthem, and they are forced to give honors to our flag.