Mirror for the hero

After the President of the Russian Federation Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin allowed himself for several minutes to relax and talk with an amazed audience about scum, homeless people, cleaning, espionage and prostitution, everywhere they began to talk about the nervous breakdown of the great leader and unsurpassed combinator, that a person was drunk from impunity and lyzost of the Librability, that he made a mistake, himself, himself, himself, himself. I recognized something there and so on.

And in my opinion, this is not his nervous breakdown. This is your Stockholm syndrome. After all, he was always like this - from a special operation with the demonstration of the girls of Skuratov and the promises to “wet in the toilet” of terrorists and to his last statements about the Skripal. He never changed, never hid anything. He is an honest person. He himself told Natalya Gevorkyan and Andrei Kolesnikov about how he crawled throughout Moscow to get into the treasured "office". At that time, he was not Skripal at that time, but Babitsky - and everyone was also indignant.

And then no one thought about nervous breakdowns, because they understood with whom they deal with. But it was necessary to escape - Yeltsinsky from Luzhkovsky - so everyone turned a blind eye and ran into the office to support and join. And, by the way, none of the fleeing thought that he was able to rule the state. They for that supported him that they knew: they were incapable, but he was able to protect their interests. It was such a tricky substitution of policy by a Chekist special operation, no worse than a trip to Salisbury to clean. There is one cleaning, here is another. There is Chepiga with a "novice", here is Chepiga on the throne. Find ten differences.

Everything else is about strategic intentions, global ambitions, unsurpassed political talents - from the evil one. I still want to think that the villain, but outstanding, was a cult, but there was a person - but there was a personality. But why on earth do you need to believe in this seriously? What ingenious strategist needs to be to attack Ukraine with its demoralized and plowed army by 2014? For small Georgia the size of half of some Russian area? To bomb the positions of the Syrian oppositionists who have no aviation at all and there is no air defense?

After all, Mussolini is also many Italians - and not only Italians - considered a genius while he was dealt with a poor Ethiopia, which had no modern army. After all, Hitler, too, many Germans - and not only the Germans - considered a genius while he arranged Anschlus, destroyed the little Czechoslovakia, raped Poland together with Stalin. And then it turned out that the whole genius is simply impunity. That no one wanted to contact, no one wanted to answer, everyone hoped that it would somehow resolve, that someone would change his mind, that they would stop somewhere. And when I had to contact, the genius immediately ended. Both strategic and tactical, any. There was a corporal, crawling on the bunker on the bunker and having lost contact with reality. Yes, in fact, never had it. As, however, is Putin, whose reality has always been the reality of the KGB. But this is still not quite a reality. Or even not a reality at all.

And in reality, there is a poor teenager from the Leningrad gateway - or from a poor Siberian village, what's the difference - who desperately wants to break through, achieve and prove everything to everyone - from a rat in their native entrance to self -confident rich fellows and girls in too high heels. And the main achievement of this teenager is that he realizes in time that he himself will not be able to prove anything, only with the system, only becoming it with a screw, a shpuntik, a spray can with a "newcomer". And he runs and shouts “Take me”, because in the country in which he was born, no worthy alternative was invented for him: either a prostitute, or a prostitute or a spy, he does not provide for other professions, he makes the right choice and he succeeds.

I would know a bonus - I would have lived in Sochi, everyone was afraid, a prostitute for two in London, scared the dog with an angel, a cool "newcomer", urine at the Olympics, the president of Russia, Hero of Russia, Lieutenant Colonel, Colonel, I had Petrov, my life succeeded. And when in the rare moments of frankness you tell them about the Solberet Cathedral or about the screech of Skripal, they think that you were punished or you have a nervous breakdown. Yes, this was not punished, they punished you all - sit now and be afraid until your death hour. I will poison in Salisbury, I will bomb at Aleppo, I will shoot on the Moskvoretsky bridge, I will soak in the bathroom in Ascot. This is not my nervous breakdown. This is your nervous breakdown.