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To the accession to the throne
In Russian history there were times worse and worse. “The power is disgusting, like the hands of a branded,” the poet wrote. But the power has never been so small, vulgar and insignificant as today's generation of former writers and guards of the St. Petersburg City Hall. She almost correctly determined herself with the lips of court propagandists - the power of a sovereign punishment rising from the knees. Sovereign from all obligations in relation to the people.
Two fiery passions possess it - a frantic thirst for unbridled consumption of material goods of Western civilization and frenzied hatred of the West. The hatred of a nouveau riche, who feels like Parvenu, despite all his castles, palaces, harems, yachts, gas networks and nuclear warheads.
"Do you respect me?" - She addresses her existential question to the West always hated and always attractive to her. There is no answer.
And then under their feet they have a population who is half -living on the verge of poverty and preventing them from imagining themselves with “progressors” from the Strugatsky’s novels.
And in the Lakes, the intelligentsia is buzzing, convincing ourselves: "Have mercy, gentlemen, we have never lived so gloriously, so satisfying and so freely. We are traveling around the world, no one goes into our brains or cowards. We must bless this power, which with its bayonets, prisons and television channels protects us from folk rage."
And these masters of culture and rulers of the Duma explain that in all its troubles they are to blame and want to dismember it "uncles in cork helmets" and "criminal groups of non -nationality."
It is difficult for teenage gangs consisting of the future inhabitants of the workers' suburbs that are difficult to get to the "uncle in cork helmets" or celestials of rubles, and they discharge the accumulated rage, scoring to the death of "people of non -conventional skin color."
“You see, with what contingent we have to deal with!” The power winks. “Imagine who would they pick up if you give them free rein? But even in these difficult conditions we will remain faithful to the purely specific principles of our sovereign nanodemocracy and strictly, within the period established by the constitution, we assign a new nanustrian to you, what are you silent? Medvedev! " There is no answer.
It’s too late at our Titanic to rearrange the chairs in the passenger salon of the first class.
