Uninvited freedom

So my Internet was stabilized (but not so positively as to write it with a title letter). Now he is in the afternoon, and at 10 pm disappears. After a long and mutual discussion with Stream, we came to the conclusion that none of us is to blame. And really: since the equipment works all day, which means that in principle it is normal on both sides. The interference on the telephone line is to blame. But the telephone line is difficult to make a complaint: the phone is valid. Even after 10.

You can, in principle, call the stream masters. But if the problem is not in stream, then the call becomes paid. And after 10 it is paid automatically. And up to 10 and no problems are observed. That is, you can call, strictly doubleting the tariff in 2-3 months. And to be honest, to pay unpleasant to me, since it is round -the -clock, and practically until 10 pm.

I would change the stream to something fiber-optic, but it is not everywhere in our center.

Here, such a topic ripening implicitly: for example, I want to stir up something very modern, innovative and responsible. And I invest 100%, but the objective conditions of the terrain lubricate my efforts. For example, I am arranging awesome excursions around Moscow, but along the way you need to drive three stops on a trolleybus. And the trolleybus is now late, then it is barely crawling, then the wires are generally de -energized, then the most offensive - here it is, is, but 80 guessors do not fit into it. Or climb very conflict. It would seem that the way out is the excursion bus. But now he was bogged down in traffic. Who is to blame?

Suppose there is a company that guarantees pizza delivery in 10 minutes. What is this guarantee in Moscow? Or you rely on the telephone line, but it cracks, does not withstand. However, there is an opinion about the partnership of Stream and MGTS. It removes questions. But the Internet after 10 is not like no. Suspend, or what? Witnesses Wagon. Consumer rights are violated. Well ... maybe maybe.

But there is another side of the phenomenon, sensible. I do something more or less serious, say, I write something in the morning. By evening, he is able, as they say, to beat off the ball. The letter came - read, edited, answered. That is, such a reactive form of employment. And so, in principle, I can at least two in the morning. And now it is here that - forcible rest.

Rehearsal, or something, pensions. You pretend to be 10-20 years in advance. Still, you don’t drag bags with flour, this can be done for a long time. But, probably, not fatigue leads a person out of the game, but unclaimed.

I am after 10 now (especially if one at home) is a pure grandfather. I drink tea, I will watch TV. Well, I will put in order a piece of the archive. I look like an apartment. Again, drink tea?

Left discourse

Something has recently become more frequent in the public space of the leftist statements. The interview, then there is a performance. And somehow inexplicably it all annoys me, since from once-stronger and stronger.

It would seem that the foundations of the left discourse are fundamental - you will not hold it. Are you satisfied with your power? No, not happy. Is there social stratification? Eat. Is it fair that some are fattening, while others are starving? Probably not. Is every billion dollars in our country earned according to conscience? No, not everyone. And if you think about it? And if you think about it, then, apparently, no. So how long, Bl ... di, we will endure it?! Cobblestone in his hands, comrade! Or you skip?

It’s not that ... But, for starters, if it grinds of social inequality, then it is simply pulling from cobblestones in our hands. And what does the left ideology seriously offer us besides the cobblestone? No, in terms of criticism, everything is clear. But exactly constructively?

Where leftist sentences were practically realized, they led to monstrous violence, and then, as they calm down and stabilization, to a new stratification, nothing more fair than the old. Do you order to study levatian theorists whose ideas were not radical enough to realize? Take, darling, cobblestone, but do not throw it without extreme need, and even if you throw it, you kiss the legs. Divide everything equally. Well, well.

Here's a task for starters: Mr. Smith Sr. won all his life from call to call. I invented a new type of margarine, organized an uninterrupted process, patented a hundred inventions and earned such a bunch of dough. Is it true? Perhaps: where is there at least one unfair dollar? And then Mr. Smith left all this bunch of his beloved son, Mr. Smith Jr., sloppy, baldbes, male and a parasital-but nothing criminal. Smith Jr. is accepted to spend money-we imagine this to the best of our imagination. Disgusting? Yes. Do we have a legitimate reason to stop all this vileness? No. It remains to spit and put up. On the other hand, the left side, we look at Mr. Smith Jr. and Beloshweik Lucy, whose fingers are struck, mother dies from tuberculosis, the younger brother is forced to leave school, in general, Dickens in half with Hugo. Is it true?!

Honestly, I don't know what to answer. The prices are set by the invisible hand of the market. Lucy, although it sounds cynical, unlike Mr. Smith Sr., is easy to replace with another girl or even a sewing machine. We cannot offer another equality than the formal equality of possibilities. The world is in some way not fair at all: one is smarter, stronger, richer, more beautiful, more successful than the other. Where is the cobblestone? ..

Note, I'm not talking about the mafia, corruption, the fusion of power with crime and other direct violations of the law. Here, in principle, no one argues: the crime should lead to punishment. (Only this path is not really known to anyone here). No one objects against practical measures that mitigate social inequality. This is a noble activity, and there is nothing left in it. Levatism is when I, Vasya, stand in the position of a public prosecutor and begin to brand and call.

From a religious point of view, I think it is damaged by other people's sins. It is better to think about your own. (I will definitely think when I add). And then this property of the leftist is striking - he is always absolutely satisfied, moreover, he is exposed. He interprets any circumstance of his life in his favor.

Next, I ask anyone to specifically worry: I will not give direct quotes, but I will try to reproduce the general tone, although close to the source.

Everyone went on, and I turned. Of course: they are a dogmatic stubborn cattle, and I am flexible and free. Everyone turned, and I went on. It is clear: they betrayed the ideals of youth. I threw my wife with two children. I could no longer stay in this bourgeois swamp, play these wretched rules, but I was not used to lying. I do not believe in God. Conveniently, you know, to observe posts and wrinkle the hat in the hand, hoping for posthumous justice, instead of standing here for the weak and oppressed. I have never stood up for the weak and oppressed . Weakness is a vice that needs to be fought, and not to play it. The weakness is to blame for the fact that he is a weak. For fifteen years in a row, I drank. Only a spiritual autistic and bastard could exist comfortably in those abnormal conditions. My traffic jams knocked out daily because I am a bit and thin.

And so on. Stop, you will succeed. But do not get carried away.

The emotional basis of leftist sentiments, as far as I watched, is inattention and contempt for people who think and live differently than you.

That is why in this flat picture of the world there are stingy questionnaires from people: poor the god, sore-ornaments, living space. And the scatter of numbers leads to indignation.

At the same time, I can also be sad that honesty, meekness and decency are not rewarded with money in itself. That besides this we need useful skills, and luck, and initiative. But what to do? ... No, no, Levachka, be silent: the question is purely rhetorical.

Detail of the week

I’m going by bus, I look at nothing to do in the cabin of the truck going in parallel, and there is a driver, a man of my years, for some reason with a finger in his mouth.

Touching.