Not scary Poo

Who missed the Bolotnaya, he missed the History

The awakened civil society distracted them a little from the prisoners and threw them onto the financial front of the struggle against the system. I collect money for a rally, or for rallies - as it turns out. I know the topic, I have no illusions, I am sure of the people around me - not like a few years ago, thanks to the prison. Citizens donate willingly and somehow very sincerely, some even manage to send notes - a balm for wounds...

I really want to give up everything and go back to my convicts and convicts. There, where evil is easily recognizable and brightly colored, where good is boundless and always unexpected. Where it is easy (as it turned out - in comparison) to fight, because victory is unattainable, and injustice is obvious to the naked eye. And therefore, it’s not scary - it’s like in a dream or like in a fairy tale, where you just need to believe in a good ending and not be surprised when the dragon grows nine more heads. Were you warned? If you cut three, six will grow; if you cut six, there will be nine... Did you expect something else? Well, don't whine.

The awakened civil society distracted them a little from the prisoners and threw them onto the financial front of the struggle against the system. I collect money for a rally, or for rallies - as it turns out. It is clear that the problem of financing (and it turns out to be nationwide, you need to throw off any amount to the Yandex-Money account, which is called Romanova's Purse) is not about money. It's about the criminal. For we all see how easy it is to close any of the organizers for any number of days. But after all, we are talking about just some days, not years. Yes, at least for years - it seems that I am the least suitable candidate for an impression for years. But at the trial I will come off for years to come - I know the laws well, I pay taxes, I spend everything through the account, donations to the rally are accepted only from individuals, because I understand the danger of linking organizations (extremism is easily sewn on if desired). I know the topic, I have no illusions, I am sure of the people around me - not like a few years ago, thanks to the prison. Citizens donate willingly and somehow very sincerely, some even manage to send notes - a balm for wounds. And the geranium blooms in the soul. Or lilac, the devil will sort them out in December.

All in all, politics is a terrible thing. It requires complete transparency and sinlessness, while it easily allows the winners to sin. Well, that is, those who consider themselves as such, spitting on the opinion of society. If you want to be a politician - tell everything about yourself, without hiding, and try not to sin anymore. It will still float. Sign up as a candidate for saints - you look, and you'll get used to it, and you'll like it. You need to try. Those who don't try are usually re-elected. And who does not try to be good, but tries all the time to be re-elected, civil discontent awaits him. First discontent, then indignation, and worst of all, laughter. Or a whistle. The worst thing is when everything is together.

Yes, banderlogs and already fearless Pu - the name of the memory of Rudyard Kipling, translated into our realities by the talent of D. Bykov. But Putin's banderlogs have nothing to do with Kipling. I am afraid that the former president of Russia, the candidate for the presidency of Russia and the prime minister of Russia did not remember Kipling at all. Banderlogs in prisons and zones are called prisoners who live an illusory life: they don’t work, they sit relaxed, spitting on everything and everyone, they drive chifir ... Banderlog is usually thieves. But this, average: not a spy and not a tramp, so-so - a banderlog. Something like an FSB lieutenant colonel.

By the way, the word “banderlog”, along with the mention of a condom by one of the candidates for “preziki”, played a cruel joke on Nestrashny: quite current officials and just people from the cage began to donate to the rally, who seemed to be all for a lantern for a long time. And here you go. They donate smartly - you can send as many requests as you like, but we are all financiers here, grated.

Whether it will be fun, whether it will be pompous, whether it will be scary or boring - I don’t know, but I know for sure: whoever missed Bolotnaya, missed History. Past yourself.