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Technology of a bright future

May 26, 2016 Dmitry Oreshkin

The birthday of TV "Rain" was recently celebrated. The people are dark. It pours out on the street like a bucket. This is understandable: Atlantic atmospheric transfer is responsible for the weather in Moscow (some weather forecasters are even more sincere: Western transfer). Agree with him about branded precipitation for the channel is not a problem. In general, it is high time to send a signal where should be a provocative essence of the name. There would be no "Eastern Wind". Or, even better, "sunrise": fresh, optimistic, invigorates and mobilizes.

In the back of the hall, a rod for an VIP guest. It is warm and comfortable in it, as in the polling station. Who is younger, puts on the stage and in the hall where grown -up and applause occur. Who is older, conducting smart conversations. Half, without analyzing due to the revision of the musical element. On the stage, S. Belkovsky Dzhigita in a wheelchair: "On Belgrade!"

I and I and M.M. Kasyanov at the table, we are stepping, we discuss the upcoming elections. Now, if, let's say, to add Grisha-3%to Misha-2%, then in total will it turn out 5%or another scandal? (For those who are not tired of the elections yet, I am translating the position of MM: firstly, addition is impossible; secondly, Grisha does not have 3%.)

Then a girl in a white T -shirt (service staff) comes up to Kasyanov and asks: they say, is there any fault? A fact amazing in two reasons. Firstly, they do not offer anyone except Kasyanov on an individual basis. In the VIP-Zagonchik Democracy: Hunting came-go to the bar and take it. Secondly, plus to democracy communism: whiskey for free. Nevertheless, Kasyanov replies: yes, they say, you like; Nothing human is alien to me. She: Then there are so many rubles with you. He, of course, climbed into his pocket and takes out several samples of the Russian currency of different advantages. And around the roar, darkness, purple flashes, thunder and lightning. The Romanian orchestra enjoys on the stage. I will not immediately realize how many pieces of paper a sweet girl should be given.

But, it turns out, this is the whole trick! As soon as he began to deal with the money, 4 fellows jumped out of the darkness (hid under the table, or what?): Clack-Class-Class! Colossal plot: Kasyanov counts money !! And then they disappeared. He still counted the rubles and gave the girl how much he asked. And she also disappeared. But after 20 minutes, we must pay tribute, she still brought the glass of wine.

“Well,” I say. - Mikhail Mikhailovich, the election campaign is in full swing? Were not tortured with a rake yet?

“Such lines,” answers. - A man of 20 from the Moscow Nod throughout the country is carrying us. Depict the indignation of the local population. And the faces are the same. And do not get tired of them!

Therefore, soon a frame will come somewhere in the province, as Kasyanov in a jacket and glasses with a satisfied smile of the capitalist counts the loot. For greater documentary documentary, a hundred -ruble in Photoshop will be changed to dollars, in the background they will get a white house with a capita - and the soul rushed to paradise.

Surely the guys are proud of their clarity. Not everyone will be able to rinse in the VIP zone, plan a pile, persuade the girl from the staff and patiently wait in an ambush, as long as a crushing moment will come. The fact that the set of merits includes sincere contempt for the audience is hardly disturbed by them. PipP is raising what is there.

This is true, shits. On that, their great theater school stood and stand. It is different: skill is not right. The art is smaller! In the old days, Lubyansk directors staged much more exquisite performances.

Hughlett Johnson, rector of the glorious Canterbury Cathedral, was a great friend of the USSR, laureate of the Order of the Red Banner of Labor (1945) and the Stalinist Prize for strengthening the world between peoples (1951). As well as a member of the World Council of the World (1950), the head of the Anglo-Soviet friendship society (1948), Marxist, the humanist, the Social Democrat and the fighter for the bright future of mankind. That is, it belonged to the type of European intellectuals, which we have officially called people of goodwill, and informally - useful idiots. I.V. Stalin appreciated them, accepted them in the Kremlin, captivated by the democracy of manners and a sly smile. I did not spare funds for bait and wiring. Aragon, Barbus, Troiya, Feikhtwanger ... You can’t remember everyone.

For the Red Rector, Johnson, in particular, was planned by the air route to the hinterland so that he personally saw everything and appreciatively appreciates. The organizers knew that the pastor was previously a military pilot. Therefore, when an extraneous sound suddenly appeared in the engine noise, he immediately proceeded into the cabin and personally let the pilots know that it was not good. (The pilots without him would never have guessed.) For a forced landing, an accidentally tired collective farm with a runway was chosen. So far, pilots with local craftsmen corrected the breakdown (in any Stalinsky machine-tractor station, as you know, there was everything necessary for the repair of aircraft engines), Mr. Johnson tasted the gifts of collective farm farming and agriculture, observed an exemplary organization of socialist economy and enjoyed dance and singing (in good English) of ordinary rural kids. They just pulled themselves up for a performance to the field. Well, they were accepted with them.

Soon the engine was repaired, a well -fed and satisfied pastor continued the journey to the next Potemkin village. Along the way, having once again convinced the advantages of a planned socialist economy and culture. What later he repeatedly told the world through the false bourgeois newspapers. And he even came up with this instructive story in the Parisian process against the defector Viktor Kravchenko (1949), whom the Russian Communist newspaper Les Lettres Francaiss accused of slander at Stalin camps and collective farms. By the way, the newspaper was edited by Louis Aragon, Aragosh, the husband of Elsa Triola, the friends of Mayakovsky and sister Lily Brik, also his friends. All of them were sincere, disinterested friends of the USSR and, especially, the NKVD.

Kravchenko then won his court. The abbot Johnson with his sincere story amused the audience, from which many had experience in real life in the Soviet Union. However, no complaints about him: if the left liberals had brains, they would not be left -wing liberals. It's not about him at all, but about the creators of the invisible front, who organized the theater of one spectator with the Peizes in the open air. This is not Kasyanov with rubles!

What a satanic sense of superiority must have been experiencing, breeding a progressive old man on a chaff. A bright future for you? You have a bright future! Rowing with a shovel. We have any worker, if necessary, will sing a tenor like a Kozin, and the collective farmer with the voice of Lydia Ruslanova. Just let me know in advance, otherwise they will drag it from Magadan/Kazakhstan ...

Liberation from conscience gives the illusion of greatness. The fairy tale, about which the well -intentioned pastor only dreams of, we make a click of fingers. Eat, dear, nothing is sorry for you. And for a common people and even more so! Here the buzz is a little different, although also hellish - not from mental superiority, but from directed. They promised you communism - Nate! Step to the left, step to the right - the convoy shoots without warning. They promised the Constitution - here is the best in the world, Stalin. Bukharin himself composed! (Smart Feihtwanger praised a lot.) Still! Here you have the shortest and most capacious article No. 112: "The judges are independent and obey only the law." Come on, bad?

They promised the elections - get the elections: 99.9%, as in Chechnya. They promised peace and friendship between peoples - here is peace and friendship to you. The largest losses in the most bloody war, there is something to be proud of. They promised to catch up and overtake-here is a progon-re-revolution. Come out to be built!

According to GDP per capita, Russia today is in 66th place in the world ($ 9054, IMF data for 2015). Immediately after Turkey, Surinama and Mauritius. But we confidently ahead of Mexico, the Maldives and Grenada! A little lower than the average -IN -level level, which is 10023 USD. I remember that Portugal in this indicator was ordered/promised to catch up and overtake. Today it is in 38th place, almost twice as high as ours. Increases the gap.

And where are the promised 25 million skilled jobs? Where is the ruble as an island of stability for world finance? Where is the Russian oil exchange, oil trade for rubles, a pipeline empire and 7% annual growth? So far, the growth is only 3.5% and also - ah! - With a sign minus ... Where, finally, Ukraine, which was promised to bring to the fraternal stall of the Eurasian and Customs Unions? Where these unions ourselves, we already do not ask. Probably in the same place as the Union State of Russia and Belarus.

... that's what, comrade. Do not make you smart. Quietly go to your chair at the TV, they will draw you. You really can’t smell, how do you rise from the knees with everyone, contrary to the machinations of the enemy? Do not experience a surge of heroic forces?! Bad! Look, no matter how you have to call an ambulance team with an artificial ideological feeding apparatus ...

All this, of course, pleases and invigorates. Return to the origins. As the people say, from the frosty freshness of 1937 and the complete and final victory of socialism do not say. The problem is different: the creators of virtual reality gradually move to the fairy tale. Which in their performance acquires an unforgettable taste of paranoia. They believe that they grabbed God by the beard and realized how the world works. You can't spend them! I suppose, not some old goat of decaying capitalism.

When in 1959 a party-government delegation led by N.S. Khrushchev first arrived in the United States, they discussed for a long time for a long time - how local Chekists find out where Moscow guests will decide to take a walk the next day. But they get out somehow! And each time they manage to bring meat and milk products, fruits and production fruits and industrial products to local retail outlets. Wherever you poke - again full shelves. They know how, bastards, work. Ours would be so! Riddle, damn ...

However, N.S. Khrushchev can not knock out such trifles from the saddle. On September 17, 1959, in New York, in response to the provocative speech of the US Permanent Representative to the UN of Lodge, who praised the market economy, our leader was very, with numbers and facts in his hands, he gave a crushing rebuff. This will be stronger than Kasyanov with rubles or Faust with his Goethe: “Compared to the level of 1913, production in the Soviet Union has grown 36 times, and you only have 4 times.”

It is hard to say if he himself believed these numbers. One thing is clear: the volume of Soviet production was measured, of course, in Soviet rubles. By definition of wooden. Together them 10 times more - here you have a tenfold growth of the economy with a constant physical volume. Correctly on the pupid production reporting and otkovitia (estimated calculations were carried out 20 years ago by G. Khanin and the deceased V. Selyunin), the real growth of Soviet production by 1959, in comparison with 1913, was hardly 2-3 times. Against the real American four times. So what? But virtually we again devoted everyone. Dear population nods wisely with his head: yes, yes, they grew ten times. Scientific fact ... Stalin's five -year planes ... frosty freshness ... Here are specific numbers for you: 36 times!

We are at the turn of the return to the remarkable Soviet syndrome when the authorities know that she is lying - but she himself is forced to believe. Firstly, because she does not want to know the truth, and secondly, because they are afraid to tell her the truth. Another reality, except fictitious, simply does not exist for it. And she is ready to protect her to the last drop of blood. Paranoi, sir! The people, for their part, also know that the authorities are lying, and considers this to be the norm. Because this was always the case and thanks to this we were ahead of the planet.

Actually, Khrushchev from the United States also returned to the winner. He was met by massive expressions of folk love and a giant rally in Luzhniki. Before the flight of Gagarin and the next confiscational monetary reform, there was a year and a half. Before the bread collapse, the Caribbean crisis and the execution of the persons who were heading workers in Novocherkassk - three. Before his resignation - five. Before the construction of the foundations of a communist society (1980) promised by him, twenty -one.

Artistic financials with Kasyanov is one of the symptoms of the end. Not his political career, not Parnassus, not a demo department, and not a hypothetical union with an apple. These are all the little things. It's about the end in the metaphysical sense - the finish of the hybrid era. The end of the time. Setting back to fictional reality. With things to exit, quickly!

The end of the elections as a mechanism of real communication between power and society. The Soviet model of unilateral informing is returning: you will choose this. It is correct; All the others are not wrong, but they simply are not. It does not exist! For power, this is again the loss of a real signal from below and atrophy of the ability to respond to it. The illusion of communication is now depicted by a “direct line” with the president.

The end of at least formal respect for civil society; His return to the primitive status of the “working masses” (even Trotsky recognized the pole of this term).

The end of the state as a system of laws, institutions and separation of powers. The rollback to primitive syncretism, when there are only two subjects of politics: the leader and the tribe. In the language of anthropology, such pseudo -state formations are called "luggage". In competition with more flexible and multidimensional social systems, they are doomed to defeat. We have already passed this, but it seems that we have not learned.

The end of the hopes for the rationalism of the authorities, which at least for the sake of self -preservation should maintain alternative options. Nemtsov was killed. Navalny was touched. Kasyanov was falsified. Khodorkovsky expelled. Yavlinsky is kept on the kukan. It’s not about whether they are good or bad, but about the destruction of alternative exits from the kingdom of crooked mirrors. One leader, one path, one nation, one country ... and the dead end in the end is also the same. Although the end of the dead end, perhaps this time, may be worse.

Under conversations about the special civilizational path, the Lubyansk Theater troupe again doom the audience not even to the “catching up”, but to a completely universal stagnant stagnation, in which there is nothing special or civilizational. Again Nigeria with snow, upper volt with missiles. Which, even in the presence of the president, start only a day after the team.

They did not even notice how from the field of more or less real intellectual, economic, political and technological competition they slipped to the competition of primitive kids show off. And the country was pulled behind.

“Yes, we are them !! Who are they?! But we are! Where are they?! " In fact, this is called degradation-including the speech apparatus.

When an unfinished girl with a poorly washed her head is filled with a “kalin” - and this is, as it were, on behalf of the Russian Federation - all, therefore, have already reached the mice. Blind citizens, arrived, end. Zimbabwe. Did you sing everything? This is a matter. So go, dance ... Do not forget the tambourine with the kitchen.

Dead dexterous branches of evolution are not treated; They die. And they serve as a power source for more nimble and adapted to the changes of neighbors. Dinosaurs, if they knew how to think, would surely accuse the evolution of monstrous injustice, bias and double standards. But, firstly, they did not know how to think. And secondly, evolution was little interested in their opinion.

Graphics of Mikhail Zlatkovsky