Is there life without jamon?
Many times she tried to ask questions to this Russian Makarevich and Trinity, but she stopped off every time — she didn’t know what words to choose to reach them — no, not hearts, this was sly, but at least common sense. People who seemed educated, capable of complex conclusions, in their discourse on Maidan events looked either cynical figs, or naive imbeciles, unable to add two and two. The more the flare marches zigzagged on Kreshchatik, the more often the crowd chanted mosquitoes on Gilyak and Moskals on knives, the more criminal reports about arbitrariness, lynching and even murders were published by the media, the more enthusiastically the Russian mytsy responded to our events, the more enviously our freedom would be the louder clicked like in his capital.
The mind was incomprehensible when adult educated people spent hours on the Russian TV and radio broadcasts about the great achievements of Maidan - and even when it became clear what tragic abyss Ukraine was falling into as a result of a meaningless and merciless rebellion. The speakers were not embarrassed either by the Nazi slogans, or the cannibalistic appeals, or the massive jumping of teenagers who were playing directly in the schoolyards, or the swastikas on the fences and tattoos of revolutionaries, or the swift feudalization of the country, or a terrible civil war.
Mytzi wrote collective letters of support, galloped on the Maidan and nearby, shouted together with the Ukrainians abusive virches from their own president, hoaxed with scum like Lutsenko and selflessly dreamed of a day when the pavement from Red Square flew into the faces of the Moscow police, and Molotov could be thrown with barricades and right into the Kremlin guard. And they continue to write, and some of the names of the signatories destroy my faith in humanity ...
We hoped that at least some of them would see the light when the war began in the South-East, and the Internet was filled with photos of children killed in the Donbas, burned Odessans, shot by Mariupol residents. No, this tragedy did not hurt either the mind or the imagination of the liberals, for it is known that human rights are sacred, but not every person, but only the one whom their closed party agrees to regard as such. Children of Donetsk and its adults, Odessa anti-fascists, Lugansk rebels are on the list of humans, but come on, there all the residents of Donbass are not included by default, for scoops and quilted jackets. And what to do with scoops and quilted jackets is popularly told, for example, Butkevich. Have you heard at least one objection from the lips of our and Russian human rights activists, who are usually so sensitive to various kinds of Utysks?
Russian liberals in this matter have reached a complete consensus with their Kiev favorites, who, meanwhile, are infinitely far from liberalism in its original European sense. For the interior, passionate hatred of Russia, insignificant things could be neglected.
I did not see a single tear about the murdered children of Donbass, not a single sigh at the inhabitants of Odessa who were burned alive, not a single regret at the terrible deaths during the bombing of the building of the Lugansk regional state administration of Ukraine aviation. Russian liberals enthusiastically competed with their Ukrainian brothers, who are more skilled in the black banter and the dirty relishing of these tragedies. The ashes of the slain do not knock on their hearts - apparently, for lack of hearts.
And finally, we saw that in fact it could bring out of balance all this narcissistic liberal party, vulgar little more than 100% in its sour cynicism and weary snobbery. So to deduce that the topic imposed by insult zamostila all space, leaving behind the brackets really important fateful events.
Putin introduced retaliatory sanctions against EU countries, the United States, and those who joined them as thrill seekers, who were somehow convinced that tickling the bear in the nose with a twig would not wake the beast. And what? The sanctions list included a whole range of products, without which Moscow (mainly Moscow) interests cannot imagine life for themselves. Well, they don’t think without hamon, they don’t hate without parmesan, they don’t spell without fuafra. In full growth, the question arose - is there life without dor blue and marbled beef? In the full growth of the fifth day, the answer is chanting - no. There is no life, but there is a miserable, wretched ejection of sadly stretching days in the context of a shuffling dictatorship. Well, do not poshehonsky cheese to eat with Tambov ham together, forgive me.
Moscow educators complain that in the Russian language, which is no longer great and not rich, there are not even such words that can describe all the anger, all the rage, all the deep-seated hatred of the regime. There is absolutely no urine to put up with the arbitrariness of the blunt, evil power that encroached on the holy. What? Say, the Constitution does not spell the right of a citizen of this prison of nations to brie and extra virgin? And what the law does not guarantee oysters and lobsters for dinner? Well, what a country is, such is the constitution, neglecting the main, essential.
Howl and hysterics ring on social networks and do not subside. After all, really offended. Some quilted jackets can eat their noodles with sausages, they do not deserve more, but why should the liberals, the living conscience of the country, suffer?
This is not to say that the sticky vulgarity of wailing did not meet with resistance. I met. Alas, I note with regret that the Hamons did manage to impose on the participants their own discourse. Opponents began to look for loopholes in the lists, to suggest what to replace this or that delicacy, advised to pay attention to Swiss cheeses instead of French ones ...
In fact, the essence of what is happening lies in a completely different plane. For years and decades, gourmet consumers have been earning their delicacies by the consistent degradation of the scoop. They sculpted themselves from high psychic personalities ™, hinted at the high heights of their own spirit, at the sophistication of feelings and subtlety of thoughts - in contrast to the bedclothes (now quilted jacket), which can enjoy only a piece of sausage. Ready for this despicable piece to sell the vote in the elections and the right of birthright, to sacrifice any principles, betray your neighbor, to neglect spiritual values.
Interestingly, one of the educators, bending today hysterical spirit in anticipation of possible interruptions with delicacies, if not analytically, but at least intuitively - now feels at least some constraint? Well, let's say a little cognitive dissonance? Suppose a small confusion due to the extent to which bestiality in the statements they were able to reach for the sake of a piece of sausage, even if it is called jamon or royal shrimp. Suddenly, someone will stop in the midst of total perception and ask themselves - am I not a fool? Is it a bullshit? Do I scoop an hour - in a much more vulgar and vulgar version, taking into account all the circumstances?
Wouldn’t I sell if it wasn’t something like a sausage cousin, one smell? And what am I ready to give for the right to eat - not even from hunger, even hunger drives you crazy - but simply from the habit of eating the best?
Neither pictures of Lugansk released by aviation and artillery flickering on the screens, neither children in the basement, nor bloody corpses in the streets, nor bodies burnt in hellfire could touch any human strings in the souls of all human beings. And only the prospect of being left without Hamon brought down their Universe.
The Ukrainian liberals (in fact, they have long been fascized by the very hand) are younger brothers of Russian liberals, always happy to remove patterns from them and show that they are also not sewn. Abundantly on the bloody crimes of Putin's regime, which cuts off Parmesan from the Russian stalls, our home-grown comedians also spoke out. This is what always fascinates me in local Berezovtsy - they can even spherically vulgar and vulgar vulgarize and vulgarize their positions on 5-7. Knock on the bottom when the topic is already at the sewer level. For they are provincial and stupid in their unreflected Ragul arrogance.
The same spiritual subtlety, delicacy and tact, which the most advanced part of the Runet today demonstrates, makes them related to the Russians. Say Kievites. They live in a big way, cheerfully, celebrating some ethnographic crap every day, shooting fireworks, feasting on the next empty pretentious project - and all of them to the star. People and entire cities die in a single region, two hundredths, cripples and wounded are being brought from the war, and capital cities are walking. But here - chu! - they turned off the hot water. I can not say that passions have become equal to Hamonov, yet we have here in the trend patriotic opposition to the aggressor and a declaration of readiness to drown dung, but the decibels of moans are also quite convincing. So convincing that you begin to doubt the willingness to drown dung ...
Only touched by a pocket or a stomach, our and your mitts are capable of real strong feelings. Our / your Zelensky, tearing the veins in order to please the new government and prove its loyalty to crystal, suddenly burst out with a sorrowful speech about the possible ban of entry into the holy democratic Ukraine of Russian zivodes of show business. The voice is so strong, so boldly rings, just fun to listen to. He understands that a ban with the other end will hit his fussy ass, and a sweet tooth across Russia along with a golden rain from the riveting of filmmakers there may suddenly run out. In response to the sanctions. Hey, Vladimir, your bitter rites, but about the horrors of the civil war ...
And so - in the Donbas there is no humanitarian catastrophe. Zo Sprecht Zarathustra. This is how Obama printed, and there are no objections either on the TV, on the newspapers, or on the Kiev patriotic crowd scorching the sofas around the enemy. In Lugansk, the second week there is no electricity, water, gas and communication, almost no food and no money, but it does not matter. The trouble is when the goat ... The trouble is when the people of Kiev turned off the hot water. This is a humanitarian catastrophe.
So this is perhaps the most important thing that makes the Maidan racehorse similar - including those who jumped on their Moscow couches, in radio and television studios, telling about the great mission of the Ukrainian revolution of dignity. Radically brought down landmarks, cold selfish inhumanity and principled total hatred of all who are not.
Contempt for quilted jackets, which provide them with light and water, warmth and purity. Who teach and treat them, jamonovskih, children, ride the subway and buses, fu, and love okroshka and dumplings. The confidence that the whole world owes them, and owes the very best, the most exquisite, the most delicious. Why? Because they are able to deftly clothe their hatred in beautiful fiction passages? Because their taste buds are trained on delicacy? And what else? Another reason why you have the right to demand an exclusive, extraordinary, out of the ordinary?
Your convulsive fussiness, your tantrums, worldview crises due to a piece of cheese, your sticky vociferous vulgarity, your rotozhopye, clearly exposed, albeit unwittingly, by the current situation, your cult-egoism - all this has nothing to do with real liberalism . You jamons have managed to vulgarize the great idea of rights and freedoms itself.
There is no strength to see your suffering.
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