Joking with them

Nowadays, a special genre of socio-cultural behavior has blossomed with a magnificent color and sprawling. And not just blossomed, but became, if you like, the mainstream of political and public life. This genre can be designated as a "public demonus" that involuntarily confuses anyone who is used to at least elementary logic and has at least superficial ideas about social decency.

This is the type of speaking, which in my childhood was called "drive from free": speaking without brakes and without shores, without a steering wheel and without windbreak, without a clearly formulated goal. Unless, of course, such a goal does not consider the desire to always be on the surface of that shapeless heap-mala that works at the level of an unconditional reflex, which they themselves tirelessly build through their own public activities and which they seriously consider "political life." They are completely obvious by their desire, they are magnificently called the "state interests of Russia."

This type of social behavior, frankly, is not too complicated. He is familiar to everyone who had to observe the energetic gestures of the village fly, out of greedy curiosity, hit a pot with jelly.

The external signs of this genre are not at all new. They go back to the ancient tradition of clicking. This genre never disappeared from the stage. But still, for the time being, he occupied a modest, generally marginal place on it.

The genre is not new. Nova only the situation in which he becomes the most authoritative, the most “centr” today. Nova only the situation in which this genre has moved to the political zone.

Nowadays, the employees of this genre - although deputies, although the press secretaries, at least leading federal television channels - have multiplied to quantities who are deadly for the country's public health.

However, historical justice requires indicates the ancestors, pioneers, and discoverers.

The most striking and consistent of them was undoubtedly and is the non-blessed Zhirinovsky, whose precisely verified squabble, communal-barous intonations in open, nothing and nothing, from the highest stands, spoke the very collective unconscious. The very one that since childhood in the immediate sensations was many of us in communal cuisines, in crowded trams, in a kilometer queue for ice creams of cow moslavi. In this deep, root "nationality" its invulnerable power and historical survivability.

Clicks and holy fools were once important characters in church life. But the trouble, when they receive power or at least serve the authorities ideologically.

The jesters, the roles of which suggested bizarre and cheerful lies, were just jesters and delighted people. Joking, whining from a television screen or from newspaper pages under the guise of "political analytics", is just an outrageous lies, criminally corrupting simple souls of people who have the habit of believing a printed or "screen" word.

Fricigs and other eccentrics are unusually diversifying, reviving and humanizing any social landscape, due to their internal inertia, always striving for monochrome and monotony. They, these eccentrics and freaks, are absolutely necessary in the life of a modern city, because they give the life of the city, the life of society is additional and unexpected colors or at least shades.

But a freak, endowed even with a small authority or at least a legislative initiative, is a blatant sign of a public disaster.

Men in the outfit of the Don or Kuban Cossacks are very appropriate in folklore ensembles. But they also look wild and dangerous in the landscape of the modern city as installers and guardians of public morals - more precisely, that they themselves mean by such morals.

I do not like it when people who are dissatisfied with each other sometimes call each other by clowns. This is unfair. The clown is a wonderful profession. Especially when the clown appears in the circus, and not from the parliamentary rostrum.

And the point is not even that clowns climb into power. The fact is that they are worthless clowns.

In the same way as the great dictators and fathers of the peoples often made their way to mediocre poems, kitchen philosophers and unlucky painters, now not just clowns have entered politics, but very bad clowns, which would not have taken into the circus, but to the deputies - just right.

Seeing them, hearing them, we laugh reflexively. But we laugh at them rather by inertia. We see a carpet, we hear his idiotic speeches - so we laugh. But at the same time we understand that it is not very funny.

This is not quite ridiculous, if only because their gags often become, for example, crippled human destinies.

But you still need to laugh. And this is not only a protective and in many ways a saving reaction of the body to an increasingly intrusive, more total nonsense. This is also a sign of one’s own immunity, its own sanity, its own normality, the inviolability of their own ideas about good and evil, about the top and bottom, a sign of our ability to intellectual resistance.

We must laugh, because we must clearly understand: the story will not end today or tomorrow. Because “it”, except perhaps everyday wisdom, “grab and run”, to convey to those who will be after them, in general, there is nothing. And we - there.