Why does the current Kremlin people have power? 666 strategy!
Why does the current Kremlin people have power? Perhaps, in order to revel in domination over other people? But the present domination is supposedly: they submit to the will of other rulers, another civilization hostile to us. Or, perhaps, they need power in order to embody an ambitious state plan? Create a new kingdom. Creation of an unprecedented culture. The transformation of the long-suffering Russian people into the happiest prosperous people of the earth. Not at all. There are no plans, no image of the future, no compassion and love for the people, over which they ascended by chance.
It seems that domination they need in order to rake up piles of gold, diamonds. Stuff foreign accounts with petrodollars. To receive income from every Russian moan, from every tear of a child. Power is needed to sail on the most luxurious yachts in the world. To build one after another magnificent, to match the Egyptian pharaohs, palaces. To delight yourself with a society of European rulers, such as Berlusconi, Sarkozy or Merkel.
The current leaders do not resemble their predecessors from the near and distant past. They are not like the great Russian princes, who, staying under the yoke, span by split, crumb by crumb, increased the Russian space. The Horde won freedom of action. They saved up forces for the decisive battle, which took place on the Kulikovo Field with the blessing of Reverend Sergius.
They are not similar to the Russian tsars, for whom the creation of the Empire was the highest goal, the highest military, political, spiritual task - for its solution they sent out regiments now under Narva, then under Bukhara. Opened the Ural bowels, building gun factories. They chopped down oak and ship pines, creating a great fleet. They patronized wonderful artists, amazing poets, creating a unique imperial civilization, among which Pushkin's everlasting sun shone.
Or perhaps the gene of Joseph Stalin is alive in them, who, in the utmost labors and bloody pleasures, snatched power from hated rivals? Russia has built cities, factories, airfields. He surrounded himself with talented gunsmiths, engine builders, sculptors, writers. In the forty-fifth year, he hoisted the red flag in the center of Europe, turning the state entrusted to it into an irresistible stronghold.
None of this is in sight of the current Kremlin inmates. They did not conquer power in blood lists. They did not receive it under the divine right of succession. They were not chosen at the Zemsky Sobor, as the first Romanov was chosen. The power went to Putin for nothing. Without the slightest labor, he found it, as they find a wallet on the path of the park. After jumping from a modest residence of an unobtrusive intelligence agent to the Kremlin’s Faceted Chambers, he seemed astounded by his change. He tried to understand why the Lord chose him, bestowing upon him these grand spaces breathing universal history. To comprehend this, he now and then went to the monastic elders, talked for hours with John Krestyankin. I visited Athos, wanting to unravel the mystery of my fate.
The first years of his reign, he committed acts in tune with the acts of traditional Russian rulers. He won the Second Chechen, having crossed out the world fatal for Russia in Khasavyurt. Tamed the separatists like Ivan the Terrible, albeit without rearing and chopping block. He saved up innumerable petrodollars, promising to use them to revive the ruined economy, the disappeared aviation industry, and create a drowned one in return fleet modern battle fleets. It was time when the people believed him, expected a jerk and victory from him.
But there was no jerk or victory. The state, which he saved in 2000, rotted to 2011 so much that in all state institutions, in all institutions and offices he settled his greedy insatiable worm, which pulled out the rosy apple of the Russian State from the inside.
Today myths about modernization of Russia, about the reconstruction of the military-industrial complex, about the construction of a new fleet, a new Russian one look ridiculous and crafty. aviation and astronautics.
The last planes built on the Soviet stocks are falling. The last ships and boats built at Soviet shipyards are sinking. The last Mohicans are retiring, remembering the roar of the royal rocket engines, which brought the vanguard ships and scientific satellites into space.
The elections, in which the country is being drawn into the lasso, promise to become not a competition of programs and ideas, a fight between bright personalities and leaders, but a huge sham stage, in which painted foolish characters fall out one after another. Wonderful Okhlobystin, brilliantly playing the role of a jester, took advantage of this role, speaking at the Luzhniki Stadium with his amazing speech. He promised to recreate the empire, to distribute to the people weapon, to restore the defense complex and in the new arms race to beat the foe.
A quiet horror emanates from Prokhorov, who made his billions on the bones of the martyrs of the Gulag. Having the opportunity to save all orphans of Russia, build schools, cadet corps and universities in which a new tribe of Russian statesmen and sons of the fatherland could grow, Prokhorov proposes to reduce the number of students five times, believing that the Russian people are not worthy of knowledge and dangerous in his understanding of the great disaster that fell on his head.
What is Alla Pugacheva, offering the party "Just Cause" their naked stale thighs, their worn out voice, their continuous flickering in obscene television programs.
As the Chekists once rushed to power and filled the entire state space of Russia with their officers and generals, agents, so today the business of the KGB is being torn into politics: violent, arrogant and unprincipled. The day is not far off when the Kremlin chambers will start to buzz and jingle buffoons, to lift up the hems of the “new Russian grandmas”, Galtsev will arrange a debate with Petrosyan. And the whole country will laugh to colic, watching this debate, not noticing that every year there are a million less Russians.
The Yak-42 plane, which fell in the middle of the Yaroslavl political forum, splashed muddy, oil-film-covered waters of Russian politics. And the bottom was exposed, and the monstrous, with bloody eyes, the guise of a beast flashed across the board to its Forum 666 Strategy.
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