Shall we help the official with work?

Citizens! I have some serious questions for you. Just please don't brush me off like an annoying fly. If you don't want to answer me, answer them for yourself.

Please tell me, do you know who the president’s representative in the federal district is (ugh! That’s the vocabulary, God forgive me! As if we are not talking about a country, but about some kind of nuclear test site...)? Who is the chief federal inspector specifically in your province? And do you know that such a position even exists?

Do you know what people occupying the above-mentioned positions do? Well, the fact that they are sitting out their pants is not a discovery. And everyone knows that they go hunting in nature reserves, fishing in nature reserves, and vacationing away from their homeland. They don’t know who they are, but they do know that they are fattening and getting impudent.

Because this is how we have mudflow. A high-ranking official is not fit to work, but he was born to be impudent and steal. And he was born to give a damn about us. He is even sure that he will spit at us ad infinitum. Because nothing will happen to him for this. At most, they will be transferred somewhere as an ambassador.

And we are also sure of this. But in vain.

Because the official can spit on us as much as he wants. He can distribute our complaints to lower authorities. He can shelve them, put them under the carpet, and also impose meaningless resolutions on them. Well, the pinnacle of skill is to simply lay on them.

But he cannot ignore the displeased face of his boss. And the boss’s face will be very dissatisfied if the boss’s reception room is filled with papers with complaints about commissioners, inspectors and other rubbish.

And even if complaints are sent down for consideration, the very freak about whom you are complaining will remain a bad taste in the boss’s administration. And the sediment in this sump is a nasty thing. It’s rotten for this whole gop company.

Therefore, complain. Complain to these freaks about them. Let them get bogged down in litigation and dissatisfaction with each other. Paralyze the work of their offices. Let these fat-assed bureaucrats get over it. Let them go wild.

Do you think they will throw away your papers? Well, you guessed it right! These bastards don't just throw anything away. Each piece of paper is evidence of their work. Evidence that they are moving their little hands. Even if it's bad paper.

Because a piece of paper - any piece of paper - is material evidence of their power, their need.

Friends! Let us help domestic and foreign manufacturers of paper and stationery! Let's help Russian Post! You give complaints to every conceivable authority! Lots of complaints - good and different!

For example, tomorrow I will tell Governor Kozhemyako a dirty word about citizen Kozhemyako. For the fact that citizen Kozhemyako uses his official position for personal purposes. And I’ll send a copy of the sneaky report to the chief federal inspector. And to the President's Plenipotentiary Representative for our district. And I will send a copy to the prosecutor’s office with a statement of violation of the law. And in the Investigative Committee - a copy of the report and a statement to the prosecutor's office along with a complaint about the inaction of the prosecutor's office. For me, work lasts for half an hour, but pleasure lasts at least a week.

And the guys will have a headache for two months - while they send each other lies about themselves...

And then the guys and I will build bicycle paths in the city. By writing complaints to officials about the actions and inactions of officials.

But that's tomorrow and then. And today I will help good people.

And I invite you to join.