Heads of scale

Well, a police state in the person of its many punitive institutions tried with all his might to exterminate not only the rights and freedoms of citizens, but even the desire for them is just understandable.

But the fact is that a significant part of the subordinate population quite sincerely perceives all those who tiringly Doldonit about some unknown and incomprehensible rights and freedoms, as ungrateful bastards and enemies not only of the state, but also their own.

Well, it is true that it is not clear what kind of rights and freedoms are and who and why are they needed at all if buckwheat is in the store, and on TV to the crap of entertainment programs and good Soviet films.

And what is they missing? What is such a freedom?

This picture of the world has developed for decades from the collective experience of the shelter, collective farm, hut, pioneer and not quite pioneering camps.

A person who is not endowed with internal freedom can never, but most likely does not want to spend at least any efforts on the consistent and stubbornly defending freedom, so to speak, external - that is, freedom of movement, freedom of statement, freedom of business initiative, and so on. He will never learn to value freedom - neither his nor alien. A person who has not learned to respect himself and his own rights will never learn to respect the rights of others.

Why freedom, when there is greatness?

And the "greatness" in the minds of many is firmly connected with the "scale", and with any. Therefore, the terrifying scale of murders and state repressions, the scale of hunger, deprivation, mutilated human destinies, for others, serve as an object of almost personal pride. Unimaginable, not digested by reason or by the civilizational process, the country's expanses became convincing, although located outside of all logic by the metaphor of the "great history". History with success, although doubtful, was replaced by geography.

This mechanistic gigantomania is manifested at all levels, sometimes very comic. My classmate, who entered the theater school after school, was very ridiculous in faces (the actor after all), as the freshmen, were once led on an excursion to the theater of the Soviet Army. Some of them drove them along the theater, in the rank of approximately a lieutenant colonel.

“This is our scene,” he said solemnly. “She is a hectare. And this is a curtain. Nine and a half tons.” I think that my friend slightly exaggerated (actor), but I do not think too much.

So military victories are also proud of because they were achieved by monstrous human victims.

Sacrifice is a great and noble concept. But not everyone understands that sacrifice is a readiness for the sake of saving the neighbor or the affirmation of the truth to sacrifice oneself. Yourself, not others. Somewhere once I came across a funny note, which told how a kind of restless citizen, achieving from some state institutions of the urgent solution of his housing problem, threatened Lyudmila in his next statement.

Some on -duty instructive syllables, with which the power from time to time tries to feed the population entrusted to her, hungry, as it seems to her, according to its paternal instructions, their vocabulary, phraseology and flawed logic, indicate that this population is perceived by the authorities as a consisting of children.

Especially when it comes to such painful categories from the point of view of the authorities, such as, for example, freedom. “Freedom is not permissiveness,” an adult, wise by experience, inspires the middle group of kindergarten. “The market,” she explains, but already the senior group of kindergarten, “is not a bazaar.”

No, well, you have! That's how it turns out! "Not permissiveness - they heard? But we decided here ... Well, then, of course. Then, well, her to the gobble, this is your freedom, if it is not permissive. We would, of course, be better for permissiveness. And if so, then what is it there."

Similar wisdoms and other winged words, due to their fatal infertility, inevitably degenerate into completely stunted mutants like “freedom is better than not free”, with which, by philosophical depths, only firmly entered the funeral repertoire of several generations “the economy should be economical”. This is certainly not a bazaar. Although, frankly, not that the market.

They are talking all the time as if with children. And it cannot be said that they are so wrong. The Russian population, by virtue of its traumatic history, is really infantile in a large part and really perceives power as something that prescribes itself exclusively in order to feed, dress, warm, warm in a harsh winter time and strictly punish for disobedience. But there is another part of the population, but there is still some kind of society, albeit today and depressingly few, but still growing.

But they are trying to explain to him that freedom in itself does not guarantee prosperity. Oh! What are you saying! And we thought! So. An adult part of society and without you knows what does not guarantee. And she knows this better than you, by the way. And she, unlike you, knows for sure that the lack of freedom gives certain guarantees - guarantees of insanity, depression, squalor and boundless right to violence and lies without end and without land.