Life for kings and dictators

November is a gloomy month, pre-winter. In our cold country, officialdom in November always celebrated its official holiday: the Day of Blood, the coup, the day of military parades, bloody flags and ballistic missiles rolling around Red Square. The square was decorated accordingly: a gloomy pyramid with a gloomy liquidator of human life in Russia in general and 15 million souls in particular, who went into the furnace of hunger, emergency situations and the Civil War; The Historical Museum, where there was only room for one false story of one party in power. And red stars glittered ominously over all this funeral landscape like a brand of disaster.

Yes, a malicious non-payer of rent in his dungeon can triumph: his kingdom has formally fallen, but he continues to “decorate” the main square of the country with himself, without a penny, for nothing, at the expense of the budget, taking sweets from orphans and milk and meat from old people, like him did it during his lifetime. Democrat Yeltsin did not dare to encroach on this artifact of evil, the Mausoleum, and the current tough and firm Chekist president, the chosen one of the Lubyanka and the militarists, also does not risk burying this grave.

The earth begins not only from the Kremlin: also from an unburied corpse, from a zombie, from a ghoul. Our life since 1917 is our funeral. Two monsters, Gog and Magog, Lenin and Stalin, still guide the course of our days. It was about one of them that Galich said: “There is no blasphemer in the world to raise a spear against me. If I die - what can happen - my kingdom will be eternal.

In October 1917, the talented extremist Ulyanov cut the Gordian knot of the sluggish democratic process and ended the torment of the weak newborn democracy. In one month, he, a fanatic of power and socialist utopia, seized both executive and legislative power (both the Provisional Government, and the Democratic, and the State Conference ceased to exist, and the Soviets became a fiction right at their 2nd Congress). November was enough for the liquidation of an independent court and the closure of opposition media. On December 20, the Cheka already started working and mass repressions began.

Vladimir Putin acted in a different sequence than Vladimir Ulyanov. He began the strangulation of the country with a free media and judiciary. But on the 90th anniversary of the communist dictatorship, he completed his "completion", having usurped the legislative power, when he headed the list of "United Russia". The Lubyanka functionaries received all the highest positions in the country at the mercy of them. We already have targeted repressions, targeted dispossession of kulaks, undercover struggle against "world imperialism" (attacks on the "unipolar world").

Chekists will celebrate Dictatorship Day in their Lubyanka behind closed doors, communists and Bolsheviks of all sorts will run to the demonstration, and the masses will receive compensation in the form of Isolationism Day on November 4th. Another semi-official agitation says that on November 4, in the Time of Troubles, Russian statehood was restored, when Minin, Pozharsky + Cossacks, with the help of Ivan Susanin, expelled the Poles. In fact, Grigory Otrepyev carried out liberal reforms, the Poles did not go beyond the court balls he introduced, and the main Polish “contingent” was called up after the Tushino thief by the Moscow boyars, who were slaughtered by I. Bolotnikov’s bandits and their own peasants.

The idea to call on the kingdom of Prince Vladislav and even Sigismund himself, a union with Poland - this was not a stupid and promising idea of ​​​​advanced Western boyars. But there were few of them, and nothing came of it. Most wanted to give their lives for the king and still want to. Not for the king, but at least for the dictator <...>

First published in NT #39, November 5, 2007 .