Vladimir Golyshev: Sidyakin with the people!

If the deputy Gudkov-Ml. He served not to the people of the Russian Federation, but to museums, he would probably have written the poem “The desire to be Italian”:

Quiet above Florence,
The whole nature is dozing
Dorm Grad Venice.
Architecture sleeps.

Give me spaghetti
Give me a risotto
Sako and Vancity,
And Kutuno Toto ...

And so on.

But deputy Gudkov-Ml. It does not serve on Parnassus, but in the State Duma of the Russian Federation - side by side with his father. Therefore, he prefers despicable prose. Especially when he is not allowed to speak on a procedural issue. They did not give Dmitry twice. At first, the activists #Occupyabai sent him in the first turn (Dmitry was offended and left). And the other day he was offended by his brother - the deputy of the State Duma Oleg Morozov - did not give a word at the Open Tribune event, during which emergency measures were discussed to improve the safety of citizens who are not sitting at home. It was then that offended Gudkov-Ml. And he promised to transform into the Italian:

“It will be an Italian strike. Italian because this form has come to us from Italy. There, when the opposition cannot do anything, they begin to fill the law with many amendments. We will also do, today we have a meeting with the Communists on this issue. ”

“A meeting with the Communists” is, of course, scary. After in December, the SR and the Communist Party, under the whistle and hooting of the protesters, obediently dismantled the stack of mandates, which was almost grown with a strict Churov, the “meetings” are the only “weapon of the proletariat”. For a person with baroque surnames, these “Italian little things” are seeds. In which bookmaker is the bets that the second and third reading of this bill will take place at the next meeting of the State Duma of the Russian Federation? I would run away - put it ...

Meanwhile, the changes that the Code of Administrative Offenses are about to make to the “Code of Administrative Offenses” is the Duma majority is our big victory. A low bow for this Comrade Sidyakin and his talented co -authors! The only negative is to reduce the liability of ordinary rallies from a million to 50 thousand million - this is solid. I went to the frantic Sobchak or Kudrin's Solder to see, returned-to the hematoma’s head, the bailiffs describe the apartment, the wife gets acquired from under the washing machine near the garbage tank.

And now what? Well, the money deposited to Antalya or Hurghada will be selected. Well, the "Zhiguli-Classica" will drive away where Makar did not drive the calves.

And where is the trash? Where is the fumes? Where, sorry for the expression, hardcore?

But seriously, that we actually lose? Coordinated rallies are hopelessly outdated genre. After May 6, he died safely and decomposed. And thank God! For six months, the dog flew under the tail, flowed into the white Dubai sands through the sleek fingers of the werewolf deputies, who on even days “desperate opposition”, and according to the odd days, are the faces equated with federal ministers.

But Sidyakin - not once the hero of the play "Hamlet". Whole nature. Our graveter is not excited, but acts - it digs the pit and correctly disperses the corpse. Isn't that well done?!

What happened after the 6th? #Occupyabay, #occupybarricade, #Occayarbat. "Further - everywhere." Tell me, the heart is on your heart, is all these “occupying” now not at death (except for one, small, but persistent - at the Moscow City Court)?

And even after the “unexpected” liberation of Navalny-Udaltsov (Ms. Sobchak, I remember, generously measured two years in prison) “Occupy” no one will save-neither God, nor the king and a hero. Professionals have taken up the case, who in a matter of months managed to turn the December nuclear explosion into a Christmas cracker.

Who prescribed Okupuyam instead of the dull “opposition hospice” Gordia Samurai death? The talented co-authors of Sidyakin are unicorn and fraud-re-workers!

Ready to death welcome you! And poet Mayakovsky. See you 31st ...

Bit down, anti-Kokupay amendments of our good doctors of the Gevorkyans.

- This is bad? - Happing, asked Philip Filippovich. - Badly? You answer, dear doctor.
- It's incomparable ...

The meticulous deputies took into account everything: every blade of grass on the lawn, every hat-balaklava, which prevents the idle impudently staggering impudent, each stand-up for a curve on the roadway.

And what a wording!

Isn't it a song?

Or is it:

Do you doubt the ability of our courts to recognize anyone? (Do not tell anyone about this - they will laugh.)

Bloggers are already joking in full: they say,

Does it not have “all the signs of public mass simultaneous stay of citizens in public places”? As it has! And the “actual leader” is obvious - the TAMADA. Especially if with button accordion. The Bedeman of the Fata, again - a clear interference with identification. Not to mention the abundance of white tapes ...

Strange humor of these bloggers. For example, I do not see anything ridiculous in this “oil picture”. Social realism, in my opinion. At worst, the Wanderers.

Judge for yourself. As you know, homeless people, in their free time from robberies and violence, mated. In the sandboxes. In the eyes of children. What the old woman with a string bag was sent on time. It is possible that one of the homeless people, under the influence of chaste riot police, embarked on the path of correction and attributed a statement to the registry office. One of the next Saturday is a wedding.

Who can interfere with the homeless, invite the entire “Okupui” Vatagu and, in general, everyone who, instead of the seditious “Russia without Putin!”, Can shout the harmless “bitterly!”? Venue? Vorobyovy Gory, of course! The young young people may well be reported on Friday evening. Then - lay out in open access, spanned invitations with rings and pigeons on the cover. So that everyone can print them on their own and enter their name by hand. News quickly fly around social networks. Especially when you wait for them ...

There is a simpler idea. A popular visit to the Museum of the Revolution on one of the weekend. So that the line for the cash desks snakes down the Tverskaya. Strictly along the sidewalk. In pairs. Away from green spaces.

“I don’t know who these people are. I am on my own. The museum was impatient - to see the exposition. Is the turn long? And I'm in no hurry. " And so on. How many kilometers do you think can stretch?

And also, they say, the new Minister of Culture of the Mummy of Lenin does not favor. Look, it will take her out of the mausoleum and grow her. Do you take a look at her in the end? Which weekend are you going? At which hour? Maybe let's go together?