Horses, a boat and some forces

"Slaves of OMON" did not surprise me. There was nothing in this interview that I did not know or could not assume. Well, prices have only been clarified... well, the names have been found out... well, subbotniks with prostitutes, well, Sunday workers with criminal authorities... well, the plan for homeless people and the norm for "dissenters"... Otherwise, I thought it was Averintsevs and Lotmans warming up on me!

Everything is not surprising, except that the riot police told their gangster sagas on record - and not under torture, but having come to the editorial office with their own feet.

The head of the Moscow police department, Kolokoltsev, was not surprised either. His reaction to the disgrace that had become public property was predictable, like an ice block sliding off the roof in a thaw. That is, you can’t guess a specific place, but what’s going to be sheer - don’t go to the grandmother!

Fucked up at the press conference.

So: what, according to Kolokoltsev, should the Russians learn from this vile story? What conclusions should they draw from the information that the elite units of the militia entrusted to Mr. Kolokoltsev are engaged in racketeering, protection, political violence and vulgar simulation of activity?

And here are some: behind the publication in the magazine "there are some forces" and "the desire to rock the political boat."

Not rich. But very symptomatic!

For the organ-type organ of the head of the capital's police department automatically played the melody that was drilled into him and hundreds of people like him back in Soviet times. It's all from there, isn't it? - and some mysterious, but certainly dark forces, and this fucking boat. And that boat, as you remember, is standing right at the enemy’s mill, on which agents of unnamed forces pour water, and all this happens not far from the crossing, where horses are not changed ...

From time immemorial, those unharnessed horses have been standing at that crossing. Teeth have fallen out, hooves have become numb, the world around has changed a hundred and fifty times, but every boss, having drowned the previous bosses and saddling these unfortunate canvassers, first of all shouts in a bad voice: get away and! ..

And every time, from half a kick, “certain forces” are found around who want harm to the Motherland, and our Motherland is a simple woman and every time she takes the name of a new husband ...

And every time a stinking heap is found not far from the next office, every time when the discouraged public, knocking on the door with the highest plate, cautiously asks: sorry ... uh ... with all due respect ... how to put it mildly, but ... aren't you shit? - in response, one hears not an apology, not a promise to clean up after oneself and not to do it again, but this most heart-rending cry about “certain forces”.

And the public, beaten and tortured in the Secret Order of Tsar Alexei Mikhailovich, instantly understands that behind it stands the world behind the scenes, the NATO bloc, agents of influence, the forces of evil, the Andromeda nebula - and that by pointing at the stinking heap, it pours water, at the same time rocking the boat ...

Oh damn, how scary!

Good gentlemen, go through the forest with your metaphors. The river is no more. That boat has already been filled with cement to the prickles. And the mill fell apart a long time ago, and the horses died, and the smell is such that it’s better to change them, at least posthumously ...

And if the fighters of the Moscow OMON, driven to shame and despair, go to journalists for help, then with all their sympathy for the world behind the scenes, it has nothing to do with it. And when the boat rots completely, it will not be the mysterious “certain forces” that will be to blame, but specific people on the steering wheel who have nothing in their heads but a Soviet-made hurdy-gurdy.