Turn on the fool

The horror is that this nameless grandmother, about whom only the lazy did not write, was sincere: “Oh, God, thank you very much ... Thank you so much for everything!” Or also staging? If so, then it's brilliant.

Why "everything"? For a pension of three thousand rubles? For more expensive vegetable oil? Of course not. For something more important. Probably for peace of mind. For the almost forgotten feeling that there is someone big and strong who thinks instead of you, cares about you and will not give offense. Finally, you can breathe and relax, shift the unbearable burden of freedom onto the shoulders of a strong man with steely eyes, who knows everything, remembers everything, doesn’t give an inch, saves and strengthens. They did, thank you, Lord. The Russian land has not yet become impoverished ...

"Oh, holy simplicity!" - so, it seems, Jan Hus said from the fire to the old woman who threw brushwood.

Simplicity is rapidly becoming fashionable. A handsome guy, the winner of the Paralympic Games, with masculine frankness explains to the president that he no longer belongs to himself. For a talisman. Brings happiness to Russia. What doesn't it bring? If Mikhail Terentyev were not so simple, one could ask him if the aura of happiness extends to Beslan families who have lost children. On the victims of Nord-Ost. On the sailors of the Kursk and their widows. But don't ask! A man without legs, has not caved in before fate, has the right ... And you are here with your particulars ... Aren't you ashamed?

Ashamed. But even more ashamed to turn on the fool on command. Three hundred children's corpses - not a particular. Talking about happiness, pushing them far beyond the frame of consciousness, can only be too simple a soul. Which readily agrees: they cut down the forest - the chips fly. Remember how in the 30s? Simplicity, integrity and closeness to the people were also above all else. Sympathy (hypocritical, of course) for the children of kulaks and other anti-people elements, dying of hunger, was considered extremely indecent and even criminal. After all, it is clear to a simple person that this is necessary for universal happiness, strengthening the state and the coming victory.

And to whom it is not clear, he himself is rotten.

Later, however, it turned out that the bourgeois, kulaks and middle peasants are also a people. And the best part of it, hardworking and intelligent. Interestingly, this wild idea was clearly formulated by a number of not quite ordinary people long before the bloody mill gained momentum. Therefore, all these people had to be pushed abroad or shot. Well, then, with a wide popular swing, take up the bloody scythe and walk heartily over those below.

Today, for the honorary title of the simplest guys, straight from the thick of the people, the directors and stage directors of a grandiose performance called "Communication of the President with the People" are fighting. I will not say that they, like N.S. Mikhalkov, they got up from their knees with a feeling of deep satisfaction, but they worked out the service of love for the Fatherland quite conscientiously. The people, of course, stammered a little and confused the text, but the president was beyond praise. He caught on the fly, poured out specific figures up to the number and cost of artificial insemination operations, was balanced and competent. Firm but not aggressive.

Theater of one actor. The drama is called "Boris Godunov":

“Where will it end? It's easy to find out:
The people will still howl and cry,
Boris will wince a little more,
Like a drunkard before a glass of wine,
And finally, by your grace
Accept the crown humbly agree ... "