Passers -by

In fact, how could we forget?

Guessed: what kind of photo shoot with simulators, barbecue and tea, what kind of thoughtful set of signals were sent to us? Why did he go to the Kurili, demonstrating personal coolness in relations with Japan, who allowed? Why was Yakunin removed? And even earlier, they tried to comprehend the secret meaning of the word fraud in the Supreme Court: it said that Putin, without a visa, the Prime Minister could not sign his well-known decree. It turned out that we again live in the era of the tandem, and this caused a feeling of joy, longing and bewilderment. For in one tandem, as everyone knows, you cannot join twice.

The casket opened simply. It was necessary to look, for example, to Wikipedia and establish, if anyone did not know that Dmitry Anatolyevich was born on September 14, 1965, that is, today he has a anniversary. Medvedev is exactly 50 years old, and now it is easy to guess that the senior comrade began to congratulate him on his birthday long before the onset of the solemn date.

These were all gifts. Here you have a small cold war with Japan, in which you will definitely win. What else do you want to eat Yakunin? Previously, I would never have allowed, but on such days the most impudent desires should be fulfilled, but he was tired of death. Some kind of decree, very important, can be sent to the Kremlin, and I, I will have nothing to do, will obey and sign. Or retroactively - does it matter to you? Well, joint tea for sweet, only at first charging, although you do not like. In short, happy birthday to you and all yours.

Dmitry Medvedev 50, and this, of course, for the author of the lines, the reason to congratulate him with all his heart and reflect on the fate of this policy aloud. Laughing, since the second person in the state acts in our role as a comedian and does this role well, but also seriously too. Because he plays one of the most important roles and today is the time, having hit a theater expert, to talk about the performance.

Democracy, which is built in Russia in the era of Putin, is commonly called imitational, and this is true, but not all the truth. The fact is that the imitation of democracy, so historically, involves us a certain sluggish and even dubious form of imitation of well -known samples. We already held this in the Soviet Union, where in the popular elections we confidently voted for a single candidate from the indestructible bloc of the Communists and non -partisans, who later unknown why he had met in the Supreme Council of the USSR - the most pointless of state bodies. This was also called socialist democracy, and this phrase itself evoke mortal boredom.

In the unprecedented Putin state, one does not have to be bored. If the people choose their chosen ones, then this is always such a spectacle that they never dreamed of vaunted Western elites and ordinary citizens of the Benilyux countries. Yesterday, in the Kostroma headquarters of Open Russia, the policemen were looking for a corpse - where else, tell me, the parliamentary struggle in the province is accompanied by such murderous plots? Or take freedom of speech - this eternal conflict of good with the best, television fight of the Stalinist with the Satanist, as Irina Petrovskaya Prokhanova’s dispute with Enteo very accurately designated . Moreover, this dispute lasts for years and cannot be seen.

And the civil society, the most striking representatives of which are named citizens and a couple of dozens of the same, starting with the deputies of the parliament? Finally, this parliament itself, unthinkable in any power, has nothing to say about the Soviet. Comrade Podgorny would have fallen from the chair, barely glancing at our Duma. Well, yes, the “furious printer”, but the enemy will be mistaken if he says that the people sitting in these chambers are rustled exclusively by order of the authorities. Not true, they climb onto the wall literally every day, and not every initiative, fortunately, reaches practical performance, otherwise the country would have died a long time ago. However, in this passionate, uncompromising, violent lawmaking, the essence of the Putin imitation system is concluded. This is an imitation with such indisputable signs of democracy that at least it stand right, at least fall.

It is clear that living with such a democracy, observing it near or even from a relatively safe distance, is very obscene. The soul shudders, and the eyes climb on the forehead. That is why, within the framework of a Chekist special operation, which is the basis of everything that is happening in the country, including various imitations, for individual particularly sensitive citizens, in the vernacular of national traitors, a dream has been invented. Medvedev invented. Such an imitation reformer is composed - as if Gorbachev under Nicholas I or Speransky under Andropov, if I do not confuse the era. In order for these internal enemies to be completely desired in the days of completely painful thoughts and do not lose hope, they are shown from time to time Dmitry Anatolyevich. Young, if you put it next to the imitation popularly chosen, democratic, freedom -loving.

And when he is suddenly seated on the throne, the most impressionable of the internal enemies are spoke about the thaw and perestroika. And when, overthrown from the throne, he flashes again on television, he rides somewhere, signs something, albeit wildly by ear, gradually criticizes, eats Yakunin and even drink tea with the president, in the eyes of individual unlimited democrats the dream is again light. But they are also people, albeit enemies, they must also be consoled, inspiring hope for a change in the fate. So he goes on stage, pronouncing his significant monologues, raising his mood, pumping up the press. It turns out and leaves to return again, and then leave and come.

There was no tandem and there was no, but it is by itself, without any connection with reality, personifies freedom. This is the meaning of the existence of the current Prime Minister, a longtime friend and ally of the national leader. There is no more sense in its existence, but it is impossible to count his life completely meaningless. He plays an accordion, and in a blue helicopter with nuclear missiles, the president flies over him. So we live.

So he lives, and live up to 50 years, to a glorious anniversary, our dear Dmitry Anatolyevich. It seems that in the fifth paragraph I have already congratulated him, now it remains to congratulate compatriots, especially those of them who have not yet lost dreams, hopes and faith. We accept congratulations. Thank you.