Do not dare, or something, commanders

"Somehow you doubly look insignificant." "Amateur asshole." "And the urine in the head" officers of Russia "was finished by unidentified pedophiles." "Soon we will come to the fact that Dovlatov is written - but they don’t judge you for hemorrhoids?"

Under the sensational posts of Anton Tsvetkova, there are many such comments, there are also more aborriously, and meanwhile, the team leader of the Russian Officers should be sorry. Acutely reacting to the signal from the place and striving, as always, to serve the Motherland, that is, to curry up, he fell into a kind of trap. Together with the children's Ombudsman Kuznetsova and Senator Mizulina. Moreover, it is still not clear how it happened that he hit.

Tsvetkov writes that the phenomenon of the Lumiere brothers of these same officers of the last latch "was provoked by the publication of Elena Mironova, who posted photographs in his LiveJournal, which were not at the exhibition." And then a mystery. Either the notorious blogger really set up different honored people with their inherent gopniks, and they led and excited. Either, suffering from idleness, the foreman acted at his own peril and risk, expecting only awards from the curators, and now he is blaming for a blogger. In any case, it is clear that a person has trouble and he is justified . It’s embarrassing, yes, but who would have managed to get out of dexterity in his place?

Actually, they all suffer today. The man who urinated from the bank and when drawing up the protocol turned out to be a militant Petrunko, and then was planted . The cruel Elena, who sharply dissocated from like -minded people and suddenly called for further repression. If her will, dozens of people in black, led by their leader, would now have gone by stage. Well, Anton Tsvetkov, who wants to punish the blogger. In this connection, the network is vividly discussed the issue of complex, sometimes painful relationships of toad with viper.

It is not easy to comprehend what is happening.

It is known that the National Patriots in Russia, especially those who have words such as "Spirituality" and "pedophilia" on the banners are a cathedral people. These liberals always get together and find out who said to whom about whom in bed. And the patriots easily, right with half a pike, dress up in black, gather in the crowds and in solidarity go to smash someone. And so they scold them terribly, drowning each other and dream of planting. There is a gap of the template.

This is probably the point. The fight against photographers and other perverts, care for the moral purity of the nation, the pogrom as a means of protecting from encroachments on ideals - all this separately is organized, welcomed and encouraged. Suppose that the beating of enemy ecologists can also be made under the control of special services. However, the authorities frown slightly when the quick -tempered patriots are fond of amateur performances, mixing everything in a heap: the fight against the fifth column, pogrom, officer boots.

When they breathe right in the face - and soil and fate. When there is a too loud scandal. When this happens in Moscow.

Then, simple, the plots suddenly gain the judicial perspective, and a certain lady who pueling the exhibition of Vadim Sidur can even be punished . And with her ideological inspirer Enteo to conduct backstage negotiations, asking him to somehow subside for a while, and he will subside. As for the completely repulsed from the hands, such as Tesak, they sometimes get around them strictly. Despite the previous merits and obvious hatred of the enemies of the Fatherland.

So it can be assumed that both the blogger Miro and the Tsvetkov officer in his actions aimed at protecting Russia from a foreign invasion of pedophiles, overdid - each in his own way. The blogger posted too seductive photographs, as if fighting with the blasphemer of Styurges, but in fact advertising the most ambiguous of his works, which were not exhibited in Moscow. And the miserable flowers, he tells the truth about the provocation or the honor of the uniform saves, arranged a uniform booth. I went for a double continuous, if you use modern revolution. Still, even every day, gesto-like young people come to the exhibition every day and, forming an unlawed picket with anyone, hesitate visitors to the joy of foreign correspondents and their unfinished ones.

Looking at them generously replicated by the press and simple network photographers, they probably were not happy in the Kremlin. At least in the tower where they are busy with the removal of hybrid democracy and fight fascism in its excessively frank manifestations. With such fascism, which seemed to have come off with an archival photograph in which adamant people in boots will picket the plundered shop on a crystal night.

In short, the trap was formed as if by itself, and flowed into it, then it was called up, there it was taught by a nooscope, and it hurts, and ordered to immediately correct, partly repent and punish the perpetrators. What he does, to the best of strength and understanding. It turns out not very, but there is hope that it will not disappear and will not sit down.

Another hope is also born at the sight of frightened Tsvetkov and when reading some comments to his post. I suddenly want to believe that the exhibition will be opened again. It seems for no reason, but I want. This even seems logical for a minute - after all, a blogger with a foreman has already virtually transplanted each other, and if they are all provocateurs and pogrom, then the forces of good should be embodied in those who were smashed. For example, in the works of Jok Sturges and in the activities of museum workers.

In addition, information was information that experts studied the photos from the exhibition and recognized them "relevant legislation" of the Russian Federation. And here I also want to believe that in front of the author, employees of the Center named after the brothers Lumier and the audience, all those involved in the disgrace will apologize. And Mizulina, and Kuznetsov, and flowers, and Miro. I really want to, but I can’t believe it. Not a penny.