About cattle and people
It is surprising how difficult it is to predict a situation that is adequately capable of being the accumulator of the emotions of many, many people. Why this, in general, a rhetorical question? And to the sensational "tour" of the punk band Bloodhound Gang, which received its "triumphal" beginning in Ukraine and ingloriously ended to the accompaniment of chicken egg salute at Anapa airport.
A freakish trick, accompanied by no less foul reaction of the unlimited number of fans from the Ukrainian-speaking crowd of this cheap punk band, with amazing speed (where we see the advantages of the Internet in reality!) Instantly spread around the Internet and caused such a wave of patriotic feelings that pride is bursting for our current youth. The fact that the manifestation of these feelings somewhat does not correspond to the principles of the notorious western tolerance does not bother me at all, but, on the contrary, podzadorivaet and pleases. This is akin to the feeling that I had yesterday after reading an article about how our landing force reacted to the appearance of gay-kamikaze on Palace Square. Ginger dohlyak with laden sponges, pens and ass and could not cause positive emotions in guys in tilniki. Suchyosh, knew what was going on. To his happiness, the police would protect him from the fact that as a result of his provocation he would have gone to the proctologist with his rainbow flag inserted in his ass.
But - back to the "musicians". What surprised, touched and pissed off. This is the support of a small part of the public for the vile antics of the bass guitarist of this American gop company. Initially, the cries from the public caused the whole range of feelings - and they offended, surprised, and touched, and angered ... And then, for some thought, - let go. The question is why? Yes, dear colleagues, because in a normal, thinking and mentally developed public, such obsceneness could not arouse enthusiasm and support, but also because of the reaction of the sensible Ukrainian public that followed in the forums. But the cattle - it da-ah! It’s cool (according to their “creative” concepts) to wave on the stage, to pick up those who are close or to wipe the flag of another country for the sake of the chauvinistic feelings! This is CREATIVE! And the fact that ETA creativity is in use by a certain circle of people (honestly, the language does not turn to call them people!) Is a fact, but not depressing because, judging by all subsequent events after this concert, sound, morally healthy and patriotic there are much more people. And it’s just that I’m not happy with this fact.
All this cheap American shobla came to the spaces of the former Soviet Union in full confidence that the times when the visiting American felt like a Danian who brought chewing gum didn’t pass and had a lot of trouble. Gone are these times. And only the representatives of the “glorious tribe” of the real cattle, the creative class itself and the idiots for whom the concept of Motherland ends where advertising for Cola or Big Mac are ready to dance for them.
So this whole situation is not a bad confirmation of the fact that this is reaching for something like that or according to a proverb - a pig will find dirt everywhere. It was here that we saw beautifully that on the cry - “The cattle of all countries unite!” The Ukrainian cattle responded vigorously and - united!
Well, in addition to the fact that our young people are quite morally healthy and worthy of the memory of our fathers and grandfathers, I want to offer you a story that I read on one of the Internet sites and which cannot, in my opinion, leave anyone indifferent.
IN LIFE ALWAYS HAVE A PLACE OF EXPLOIT
/ ... 10 March 1995, during the assault on Bamut, a reconnaissance unit under the command of Sergeant Blarneysky broke into the house where the militants held the children for "human shields". The gunmen opened dagger fire to return hostages, and Blarney made the decision to carry the children out of the fire.
The platoon of Blarney saved then eighteen children, of whom eight were handed down by the sergeant himself. The fighters carried the children in their arms, covering them with their bodies; there was simply no other way to save them. Under heavy fire, soldiers died one by one, but saved the children. All the children remained alive, the eldest girl, Tanya Blank, received a slight wound in the leg.
Being injured, Blarney returned to the seriously wounded fighter. Driving machine gun fire and restraining militants, he lasted until the arrival of reinforcements - the men of the vanguard 879 ODBB, who threw the enemy.
The story of Tatiana Blank, the daughter of an educator who was with the children:
“... we were lying near the barn, which was burning with might and main, and we were hot. There was a roar around, everyone was shouting. The soldiers fired. From time to time, one of the soldiers would grab a boy or a girl and flee, shooting on the move. I lifted my head and saw how he gave the child to another soldier, and he himself lay down and firing back crawling back ...
It happened that a soldier fell, and then another picked up the child, and fled ...
We were getting smaller, and suddenly I was left alone. I thought that I was thrown, but then someone strong grabbed me in my arms. I screamed, frightened, and then I recognized him. He was one of those soldiers who constantly ran away and came back crawling. He grabbed me in his arms and said that his name was Sergeant and that if we want to be in school tomorrow, then we will have to run a little ...
He ran, wagging back and forth, holding me tightly with one hand. With his second hand, he fired a machine gun, turning back a little. Sometimes the sergeant somehow strangely shuddered with his whole body and coughed, but still ran forward ...
We had only a little time left to reach the stones, when he again jerked very hard, coughed deafly and fell on one knee ...
His hand squeezed me tight, it hurt. But he got up again and, telling me that he had stepped on a hedgehog, he slowly ran forward. I looked into his face, it became white – white and his lips, too, and he was bleeding from his mouth ...
And he ran forward anyway ... I then thought that God was carrying me with his hands ...
For the stones, we just fell and rolled. My mother grabbed me. I cried a lot and could not calm down. The sergeant kept coughing all the time, then took off his body armor and gave it to us, he was soaked in blood, and he went over the stones and crawled back to the shed. Shooting was going on there, but now they were shooting only from there. Mom shouted to him not to go there, because he was wounded, and he replied that he forgot cigarettes on the table there ...
I saw how he touched the neck of a soldier lying on the ground, then took off his body armor, his helmet and took his machine gun. And he began to shoot. My mother and I began to calm the children, they all cried, and then the soldiers in black uniform ran up to us.
Our. Some ran, shooting, in the direction where our barn was burning and someone was shooting, and some remained with us. In a sergeant's vest they showed me six dents from the bullets that the vest kept and a small hole where I could not keep ...
We then flew by helicopter, and my mother told me that the sergeant's name was Danil, and that he would come to my school on September 1 with flowers ... "
Of the twenty-seven people in the platoon left four. Twenty-three fighters died, saving the lives of children. For his accomplishment, Danil Blarney was presented to the title of Hero of Russia, but did not receive it. Due to injuries received during the battle in the village of Bamut, in the late spring of 1995, Danil Blarney was commissioned from the ranks of the Armed Forces in the rank of senior sergeant.
For unparalleled heroism shown during the performance of military duty during the operation in Bamut, by decree of the President of the Russian Federation dated March 26 1995, the Blarney Danil Kemalovich was awarded the Order of Courage.
All fighters were awarded. Almost everything is posthumous. Private Chekletsov, whom Blarneysky had brought out from under the bullets, died of wounds in the hospital two days later.
The sergeant lives with us today. An imperceptible person, an ordinary citizen of his country ...
So, friends, let us rejoice that there are such guys among us, as in the above story, and those who, in excess of feelings, fired the punk band of the Bloodhound Gang band with chicken eggs on the way to Anapa airport.
A freakish trick, accompanied by no less foul reaction of the unlimited number of fans from the Ukrainian-speaking crowd of this cheap punk band, with amazing speed (where we see the advantages of the Internet in reality!) Instantly spread around the Internet and caused such a wave of patriotic feelings that pride is bursting for our current youth. The fact that the manifestation of these feelings somewhat does not correspond to the principles of the notorious western tolerance does not bother me at all, but, on the contrary, podzadorivaet and pleases. This is akin to the feeling that I had yesterday after reading an article about how our landing force reacted to the appearance of gay-kamikaze on Palace Square. Ginger dohlyak with laden sponges, pens and ass and could not cause positive emotions in guys in tilniki. Suchyosh, knew what was going on. To his happiness, the police would protect him from the fact that as a result of his provocation he would have gone to the proctologist with his rainbow flag inserted in his ass.
But - back to the "musicians". What surprised, touched and pissed off. This is the support of a small part of the public for the vile antics of the bass guitarist of this American gop company. Initially, the cries from the public caused the whole range of feelings - and they offended, surprised, and touched, and angered ... And then, for some thought, - let go. The question is why? Yes, dear colleagues, because in a normal, thinking and mentally developed public, such obsceneness could not arouse enthusiasm and support, but also because of the reaction of the sensible Ukrainian public that followed in the forums. But the cattle - it da-ah! It’s cool (according to their “creative” concepts) to wave on the stage, to pick up those who are close or to wipe the flag of another country for the sake of the chauvinistic feelings! This is CREATIVE! And the fact that ETA creativity is in use by a certain circle of people (honestly, the language does not turn to call them people!) Is a fact, but not depressing because, judging by all subsequent events after this concert, sound, morally healthy and patriotic there are much more people. And it’s just that I’m not happy with this fact.
All this cheap American shobla came to the spaces of the former Soviet Union in full confidence that the times when the visiting American felt like a Danian who brought chewing gum didn’t pass and had a lot of trouble. Gone are these times. And only the representatives of the “glorious tribe” of the real cattle, the creative class itself and the idiots for whom the concept of Motherland ends where advertising for Cola or Big Mac are ready to dance for them.
So this whole situation is not a bad confirmation of the fact that this is reaching for something like that or according to a proverb - a pig will find dirt everywhere. It was here that we saw beautifully that on the cry - “The cattle of all countries unite!” The Ukrainian cattle responded vigorously and - united!
Well, in addition to the fact that our young people are quite morally healthy and worthy of the memory of our fathers and grandfathers, I want to offer you a story that I read on one of the Internet sites and which cannot, in my opinion, leave anyone indifferent.
IN LIFE ALWAYS HAVE A PLACE OF EXPLOIT
/ ... 10 March 1995, during the assault on Bamut, a reconnaissance unit under the command of Sergeant Blarneysky broke into the house where the militants held the children for "human shields". The gunmen opened dagger fire to return hostages, and Blarney made the decision to carry the children out of the fire.
The platoon of Blarney saved then eighteen children, of whom eight were handed down by the sergeant himself. The fighters carried the children in their arms, covering them with their bodies; there was simply no other way to save them. Under heavy fire, soldiers died one by one, but saved the children. All the children remained alive, the eldest girl, Tanya Blank, received a slight wound in the leg.
Being injured, Blarney returned to the seriously wounded fighter. Driving machine gun fire and restraining militants, he lasted until the arrival of reinforcements - the men of the vanguard 879 ODBB, who threw the enemy.
The story of Tatiana Blank, the daughter of an educator who was with the children:
“... we were lying near the barn, which was burning with might and main, and we were hot. There was a roar around, everyone was shouting. The soldiers fired. From time to time, one of the soldiers would grab a boy or a girl and flee, shooting on the move. I lifted my head and saw how he gave the child to another soldier, and he himself lay down and firing back crawling back ...
It happened that a soldier fell, and then another picked up the child, and fled ...
We were getting smaller, and suddenly I was left alone. I thought that I was thrown, but then someone strong grabbed me in my arms. I screamed, frightened, and then I recognized him. He was one of those soldiers who constantly ran away and came back crawling. He grabbed me in his arms and said that his name was Sergeant and that if we want to be in school tomorrow, then we will have to run a little ...
He ran, wagging back and forth, holding me tightly with one hand. With his second hand, he fired a machine gun, turning back a little. Sometimes the sergeant somehow strangely shuddered with his whole body and coughed, but still ran forward ...
We had only a little time left to reach the stones, when he again jerked very hard, coughed deafly and fell on one knee ...
His hand squeezed me tight, it hurt. But he got up again and, telling me that he had stepped on a hedgehog, he slowly ran forward. I looked into his face, it became white – white and his lips, too, and he was bleeding from his mouth ...
And he ran forward anyway ... I then thought that God was carrying me with his hands ...
For the stones, we just fell and rolled. My mother grabbed me. I cried a lot and could not calm down. The sergeant kept coughing all the time, then took off his body armor and gave it to us, he was soaked in blood, and he went over the stones and crawled back to the shed. Shooting was going on there, but now they were shooting only from there. Mom shouted to him not to go there, because he was wounded, and he replied that he forgot cigarettes on the table there ...
I saw how he touched the neck of a soldier lying on the ground, then took off his body armor, his helmet and took his machine gun. And he began to shoot. My mother and I began to calm the children, they all cried, and then the soldiers in black uniform ran up to us.
Our. Some ran, shooting, in the direction where our barn was burning and someone was shooting, and some remained with us. In a sergeant's vest they showed me six dents from the bullets that the vest kept and a small hole where I could not keep ...
We then flew by helicopter, and my mother told me that the sergeant's name was Danil, and that he would come to my school on September 1 with flowers ... "
Of the twenty-seven people in the platoon left four. Twenty-three fighters died, saving the lives of children. For his accomplishment, Danil Blarney was presented to the title of Hero of Russia, but did not receive it. Due to injuries received during the battle in the village of Bamut, in the late spring of 1995, Danil Blarney was commissioned from the ranks of the Armed Forces in the rank of senior sergeant.
For unparalleled heroism shown during the performance of military duty during the operation in Bamut, by decree of the President of the Russian Federation dated March 26 1995, the Blarney Danil Kemalovich was awarded the Order of Courage.
All fighters were awarded. Almost everything is posthumous. Private Chekletsov, whom Blarneysky had brought out from under the bullets, died of wounds in the hospital two days later.
The sergeant lives with us today. An imperceptible person, an ordinary citizen of his country ...
So, friends, let us rejoice that there are such guys among us, as in the above story, and those who, in excess of feelings, fired the punk band of the Bloodhound Gang band with chicken eggs on the way to Anapa airport.
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