Separate

Our slogan is hatred and revenge

They threaten a separate Internet of my frightened country. Some are mocking: where is it! Others believe. I am quite. After all, for several years we have been striving to enclose a hole in which there is no extremism, but there is a continuous Kremlin RU. All our quasi -freeness, base, rod and grain lurk in the word “sovereignty”, read - separate from everything. We are not acceptable of common truths. We were surrounded by a continuous fascist. There is a Russian world, and it is warlike. There is a Russian spirit, and it is fragrant. Here is a world where there is no Pussy Riot, but only a church environment; The world where the authorities are not chosen, but simply loves forever; Spiritually seaver, heat -resistant, Russian Jerusalem, a separate world with separate soil, with its separate air, where everything is stingy than year from year to granted generosity, where the pure hydrogen sulfide has taken the place of oxygen! And as the commissars once led to a separate office-so we, in the order of God's punishment, will be entered into a separate Internet. The enemies of the overseas will be answered by a pathos outcast: you have it like that - we have this way. We are not bad, but we are different. None of the Russian essence did not affect the global challenge. We will not give our physical laws to anyone. The influence of the West is dispelled, we declare everything as it is: love is the destiny of corrupted gays. Our slogan is hatred and revenge. A humble hard worker is a cattle, an excellent greedy parasite. What breathes with life is disgusting to us, but everything that threatens threatens, for our hearts fraught with inexhaustible enjoyment, as our main PIT, persecuted by power from birth. A separate light, a separate climate, flies sovereign swarms ... Let the strangers leave us, but their own will remain.

I love this shooting spirit, although there are no executions; But what to call you, separate and sovereign Internet? You, allowed by the authorities, colorless, flat, like tin, devoid of all that is unnecessary, although everything that is? The ruling crabs are silent. I will pick up the name myself: it seems appropriate to call you lovingly - “crumb of the ru”. Sounds, in my opinion, not bad. Direct connection with the current day: such a formidable - but the crumb, so terrible - but the dwarf, always interfering with itself, chopping himself godlessly pounding, such, in essence, large, in essence, a child ...

You will reflect us as it should, to the sadness of all the living, Russia or Nano, the country within the zero - the country of powerlessness and anger, denunciations and carts, where the step to the right and left is already considered the escape. It is terrible and burdened by the peasants and local women, but for the first time in scale its bosses is equal.