Four -day

OMON is retired, the government is resigned, fish, to get drunk until you get tired!

A four -day working week, which the prime minister thought of entering is a big breakthrough, a national idea, one of the truly necessary measures! Here is a relief, here is the mercy of the Lord-not a change of milestones, not to introduce the extraordinary, but without violence: to do everything like today, but finally four days in return five. The undertaking is wise, like a Sava queen: without a revolution, without expenses or a bounty of all this abomination that is going on, to arrange a vapor for twenty prons . They are easily slandered in fake protocols, in newspaper sheets they carry continuous crap, without a shadow of conscience of children, they are boiling in schools - and suddenly to reduce this all day!

And to devote it to trips to nature, the reading of the classics, as in our times ... What, in fact, did you see freedom? Freedom is here - not to do a damn thing.

There is Putin's here, the press rejoices in chorus, the humanity of our days is clearly revealed: he reads the early retirement to the miners. But there are professions much more harmful! The miner is digging in the layers of his native breed, the TV presenter is in the clusters of shit, and if his experiments extend his years, he will like it, and he will go crazy. Although the madness is already familiar to them - it celebrates the celebration in Ostankino. Right to retire, to their native Como - let them fall into it with relief!

I would reassure the Russian Vandea, remove the loss, stop a lie: give a three -day working week! Give a two -day! You give half a day! But by the way, the Motherland, forgive me for the audacity, but the diagnosis does not need a erudite: everything will work out here, since nothing to do. What you do has been harming you for a long time. It’s obstructing to others, interfering with himself, boasting arrogantly, piating on the bones ... Not Russophobia - your trouble is big, but needlework, and on all paths. Driving advanced, not seeing obvious benefits, you rush everything like a frantic Mustang. To be silent, to inactive - today is the best way out: any actions lead you to Tsugzvang. And in personal practice, languid with flour of sweet versification, is the novel, - about ten years, it seems, I act with an eye on: have I angry? Not too tired? With my soul with Oblomov and my heart with Goncharov, I would refrain from thinking and from deeds. Navalny, it seems, is disappointed: why is it released? Sit and sat!

I would create the Russian vacation party. Russia is on vacation for three hundred days a year! For abstinence, the rest with great joy will put us food.

Down with the polemic: to prison, for remelting? Not at all: just leave jobs. OMON is retired, the government is resigned, fish, to get drunk until you get tired!

Yes, there are few Badenov, Spanish, Montenegro, long -open for local thieves? Send a lifetime to an elite sanatorium and the whole of the Russian Guard and her leaders: let it be always treated, so that youth does not fade, feed cakes (do not love? Anyway!), Treat with clistirs of pink oil, and to the music of Bach and Guno ... For a long time already cars, blankets, any gadgets are used to buying ... I see an incomplete Russian slogan.

Until all those who are five are growing.