October-93: the lies continue

This morning I was surprised to hear on the radio that today deputies from the Communist Party of the Russian Federation will also take part in events dedicated to the execution of citizens near the television center and parliament. That is, a party headed by a man who has already spent time in the communist chair L.I. Brezhnev, who supports all the anti-people initiatives of the authorities and who only yesterday voted with her heart for Putin’s idea of ​​​​tightening punishment for insulting the feelings of believers, today will come to honor the memory of the people who were killed by the man who placed the current owner of the Kremlin on the throne. Fantastic!

It is, of course, good that after many years of deathly silence they finally began to remember October 1993 and the people killed then, but Zyuganov with an Orthodox cross in his soul and a party card in his pocket, while branding the regime that his colleagues in the CPSU and hypocritically mourning his own victims is even more disgusting than silence. Because it's a lie.

I remember well the horror and hopelessness of those days. I remember mountains of blatant propaganda lies and scoundrels on the bridge in leather jackets who applauded every successful volley at living people. Our friend lived in a house near the American embassy, ​​and all the windows of her apartment were shot through. She crawled around the apartment and was not injured, but her neighbor was killed. They just killed him - that's all. Then they will say that these were snipers of the Supreme Council. But this could not be, their windows faced Tchaikovsky Street, and the White House is located on the opposite side. But then it was not recommended to ask, they could easily sew you up at the entrance and write it off as destabilization.

Dostoevsky would say that it was then that power crossed the fatal line between good and evil. But Dostoevsky had already died by that time, and we were told simply - democracy must be with fists, otherwise it will be stalled. Later it turns out that democracy should also exist with capital, but they didn’t talk about this then. Television young men with burning eyes put more emphasis on universal human values ​​(now these young men have thousand-meter apartments and other real estate, so they spoke correctly about values).

Now you can hear that all the leaden abominations of our life come from October 1993. No, earlier, the victory of “democracy” in that bloody October was ensured by the press, which was already corrupt by that time, and the volleys of the October cannons were accompanied by the hysterical chirping of Gazprom radio stations about the arrival of the red-browns. Yeltsin won not thanks to the support of the people, but thanks to television liars who continue to lie today. They just rounded off a little, but they never got rid of the provincial dialect. And why?!

And this was preceded by a radical purge of the press, which began back in 1992, I was inside this abomination and I know. There were only a few brave people in this genre before, but by the beginning of 1993 there were none left at all. What remains are cowardly provincial youths with a mortgage around their necks who will say anything for a Moscow living space. Turn on the TV, they are still there and continue to lie as if nothing happened.

By the way, a few years later these same media characters again called for voting with your heart and again reminded you about the stall. The image turned out to be successful. Stupefied pensioners imagined themselves as mares flying across the steppe and, neighing “Yes, yes, no, yes,” they galloped off to vote for Yeltsin. That was the end. Although recently at one supposedly liberal get-together they tried to convince me that this, on the contrary, was the beginning of all good things, including the democratic press. That is, until the moment when the seven-banker gang attacked Yeltsin, we did not have a press, and suddenly it was born in a Xerox box.

Of course, all this is now a distant past. Which we, however, still haven’t figured out. And until we do this at some of our Nuremberg trials, we will continue to listen to the communist Zyuganov, who for some reason scolds the communist Yeltsin, who brought the communist Putin to power, for all of whose undertakings Zyuganov votes with all his ardent communist heart.