About us Uzbeks

What happens to those who calculate everything except the vessel in the brain and the numbers in the analysis

On August 31, 2016, the President of Uzbekistan Islam Karimov, being in a stable critical condition after a stroke, turned to the Uzbek people with a wish for prosperity and well -being on the occasion of Independence Day.

The Uzbek people, who have long been accustomed to everything, did not clarify the Dictor: where does the texts come from, if the benefactor lies the fourth day, entangled with wiring?

He did not specify - and did the right thing.

Firstly, Uzbekistan is not “what? Where? When? ”And the questions of viewers are not welcome here in principle. And secondly: once at the top they decided that for the people it is better for the Bai to have been alive for now-it means alive.

When necessary, he will die. We must give them time to agree there, upstairs.

Where to rush, really? Moreover, now it makes no difference yourself. Lies and lies, does not ask for porridge. How to agree - he will die.

The last time this kind of life finally happened with Yasir Arafat. Also for some time lay on preservation, until the comrades in the liberation struggle of the Palestinian people did not squeeze his wife, Sukhu, from the multibillion -dollar dough, which Europe for many years, gathered for humanitarian needs ...

And as they agreed on concepts - Yasir immediately died, like a nice one.

Now this one lies, waits for disposal.

So, about Islam Karimov, finally ...

But by the way, not about him. About them about everyone, lovers of absolute power. The enemies of the shimmering, deified, billions of the billions ... all calculated-and did not take into account only some vessel in their own brain, the figure in the analysis ... that is mortal.

The last time this kind of life finally happened with Yasir Arafat. Also for some time lay on preservation, until the comrades in the liberation struggle of the Palestinian people did not squeeze his wife, Sukha, from the multi -million -dollar dough, which Europe, for many years, gathered for humanitarian needs ... And as they agreed on concepts, Yasir immediately died, as a nice

What are they really thinking about, while they can still think?

Well, it cannot be that they had no thoughts at all, I apologize, about the homeland? About what will be here after them? Or many years of power over people and daily concerns to burn all the living and really repel the last human remnants in a person?

God news.

And one’s own life in this situation is a doubt joy. To know that your death is so welcome, to shudder from the knock of the window, to look into the eyes of the cook before meals-whether he put anything superfluous in the plate at the request of his comrades in the tribe, junta, harem, cooperative?

And to live for decades so long, so that, with a high probability, it is not the same to end your life! And even if with his death - then to the undisguised (or hidden, which is not easier) the joy of millions of fellow citizens ... what are the nerves you need to have!

But damn it with all of them - the matter, of course, is not in them. The point is in us.

Long accustomed to slavery. Considering the Valor of Cattle Patience. Persuaded themselves that this is not slavery, but luck (great happiness, common sense, inevitable compromise, local tradition - to emphasize the right one).

Not taking to mind. Resented in moral terms. Grinning - Come on! - For every sincere impulse. Free human behavior considering a provocation. Without much effort of their niche at any Hammurabi ...

About us, hypnotized by this stability - the stability of the freezer in the morgue. Reliable, perfect stability - until the electricity is exhausted and it will be carried out of the box ...