Clarity as a shape of fog

If you try to look for something positive in what happened to Russia in recent months, perhaps the onset of clarity, the disappearance of painful halftones will be discovered

Children's patriotic club "Honor I have", St. Petersburg. Military Lessons /Photo: Interpress /ITAR-TASS

The Sochi Olympiad still torn the nervous system between complicity in theft - and understandable to every “doll for its own”. The annexation of Crimea has become an ideal separator.

The troops of one state entered the territory of another state - what is there to argue about? Everything has long been formulated (“at the request of the workers” - Baltic states, Stalin), retorted (“peace is war”, Orwell) - and became a classic. Here, as they say: if you need to explain, then do not explain ...

The complex political landscape has become simple overnight; The country simply collapsed in two-for the joyful patriotic majority and a bunch of “national traitors”, believe that intervention is an intervention in Africa.

The clarity of this new landscape was sad.

It was found that a huge number of conditionally liberal “their” were ready to burst into tears on the Putin’s chest from pride in Russia on the occasion of the return of “our” Crimea.

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It was Putin who brilliantly embodied our collective unconscious

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And it turned out:

that fifteen years of imperial propaganda punch not only lumpen, and the appeal to history does not work, alas, almost nowhere; that under a thin film of universal values, an animal ethnic feeling is still absorbed on small fire;

that no Christ has come here yet, and there was no enlightenment; that we all also expel demons and jump along the medieval plains, and only we are about joy-to grab something from the neighbors in order to expand and thereby become proud; That the academician Sakharov in vain tore his heart, confronts the red party-economic mesozoic, who shouted in his face and stomping his feet,-Mesozoi changed the color and only intensified. Today, the academician would not have been driven from the rostrum - he would simply not have been allowed to go close to her!

It turned out that our current political thinkers, in a luxurious range from Limonov to Dugin, are all so intricate-rack, on a market historical day they go to one small price-the old imperial nickel. That the stupid-annekydic Count of Uvarov and the whole model line, according to Gundyaev inclusive, are again an example of spirituality and patriotism!

And most importantly, it turned out that it was Putin that they all need. That's what is - soaked with demagogy, covering corruption, which three hundred times fell on a lie - it was he who brilliantly embodied our collective unconscious. The shameful Ukrainian “hapok” in today's Russia is an occasion not only for state rhetoric (this would be half -worn), but, alas, for a public upsurge.

This rise is accompanied by the final triumph of taste. The St. George ribbon on the chest and the “sacred war”, performed on the occasion of the capture of Crimea - this thing will be stronger than Stas Mikhailov!

In general, when we reached the bottom, from below, as was predicted, we knocked, and now - hello, a new time! Another lesson in liberals, another “patriotic” rise, unshakable 80% of Putin's support ...

Everything seems to be more clear.

But this clarity, as Dad Müller from the novel Julian Semenov warned, is one of the forms of complete fog.

The authoritarian machine is not repaired by definition, and the more spectacular the onset, the inevitable the accident. The fast collapse of this scrap metal is predetermined - but what will it be? The death of a tyrant and belated reforms with a turn of terror, as after the past Crimean war? The collapse of an obsolete state, like a century ago? Russian rebellion or a desperate attempt to “perestroika” from above? How exactly, when, at what cost the country will come out of the patriotic hangover?

Grandmother Clio, as always, says in two. You know this gypsy manner of her - to accurately predict the overall contour, moving away from the privileges ...