New Year's innocence

Well, what, the "hedgehog" people, pierced us? Smell, you won’t argue. They overlaid the bitches from all sides, clamped in their visa of the Vertukhai - neither to take a lift, nor the chest, nor to stick his head out of the trench. Just stuck out - they hit right in the forehead right fire. Whom with a shovel, and whom and from small arms. This was the year for us. The year of the triumph of an aggressive violent boor. Hama, who reigned in the indicated limits with a sovereign master and with the whirling of the paranoid, who for a long time was not allowed to realize his most disgusting and miserable dreams, began to voluptuously destroy everything around. To destroy in order to erect a dull power, meaningless cruelty, hypocrisy obscurantism and demonstrative ignorance in a vacant place.

To list the abominations of the past for years - the hand will dry. And there is nothing for - they are all printed on our foreheads, lay on their hearts. And there is only one real pain that you do not ignore, which does not let go, no matter how much vodka drink. Pain of shame. All the stinking shit, which has been accumulating within our country for years, spilled out overnight and almost flooded the neighbors. Forgive us, Ukraine, if you can ... diversification of Russian exports finally happened. Now we supply the world not only of energy, but also war, blood, pain, despair, hatred. This is how he, it turns out, is their “Russian world”, son. Save and save ...

The year, which was already not boring, was looping in a newly hollywood. The barbaric inhuman trial of the brothers Navalny, the escape of Alexei from under house arrest, his sudden arrival at the arena, a farewell speech about the thieves' power, which should be swept away by the street ... and a sudden bitter thought: "Eh, Lesha, would you utter these words three years earlier, you look ..."

The question "What awaits us next year?" naturally causes a bitter grin. It has long been known - the Chekist mind is arranged in such a way that a normal person does not have any imagination to predict their next step. I am not very impressed by conversations about the “last line”, but we will agree that the circumstances in which we all ended up are difficult to name ordinary and trivial. And, therefore, you will have to find in yourself and, moreover, to show some extraordinary qualities. What, admitted, I, accustomed to cost a smile, do not like terribly. Yes, and can I? This, in fact, is to us all, apparently, we have to check. What do I like to see us all next year? Maybe - cheerfully fiercely? Well, so that without pathos and vulgar revolutionary rhetoric ...

Probably, brothers, we have to rest and get down. I, frankly, I see no other way to survive ...

And no matter what - happiness to you, good luck, look for your eyes, love your neighbors, pamper children ...

Happy New Year!




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