The Middle Ages overtook the Sharia lawyer

We live in some kind of endless madness.

Then supporters of discrimination against traditional families will decide to organize a gay pride parade - a completely obvious discriminatory action that violates the rights of citizens, which goes against European legal norms (I have written a lot about this before). In response, some fascists run in and start beating them up. As a result, it is no longer possible to talk about the discriminatory nature of gay pride parades, because What kind of discussion is there when people are beaten just for having a different point of view, almost with the support of the police.

Then the punk band will deprive believers of the last place where they don’t get into their souls - the temple itself. And just when you want to criticize them for this, the girls are locked up in prison for months, a hate campaign is organized against them on state channels, and they are deprived of the opportunity to see their children.

Now the Sharia lawyer, who advocated for the Middle Ages on the streets of Moscow, meets this Middle Ages in the form of Kadyrov’s guards, who decided to visit the Ekho Moskvy radio station to meet with him. And now the Sharia lawyer is forced to hide from the Middle Ages to which he appealed.

The space for reflection or criticism is completely destroyed. Just when you wanted to reproach someone for something, Center E or Directorate K came to him and filed a criminal case for some word. And you’re already thinking, well, blame him - you should somehow help your opponent out of the clutches of the secret police.

As a result, evil or even just bad cannot be defined. He is quickly covered with even greater evil from above. Either they will introduce a law against “propaganda”, then they will show Mikhalkov, then Mamontov, then they will beat him up, then they will drag him off to a pre-trial detention center.

How can you say that marriage is better than betrayal if you get stoned for cheating? It is impossible to preach about morality against the backdrop of flying stones.

Maybe the only thing left is to silently run your finger through the sand.

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