I am a quilted jacket. I used to, like the Seliger's toad, in extreme ecstasy to ride with every success of my country in the international arena, whether it be a reunion with the Crimea or a victory of Maria Sharapova at the Wimbledon tournament.
I am a quilted jacket. I am pleased that the Crimea became part of Russia, and I sympathize with the militia of Donbass, for which my friends are fighting. And yes, I really believe that fascism funded by the State Department came to power in Ukraine.
I am a quilted jacket, which, by virtue of its close-witted mind-crazed Kremlin, does not see the regular Russian army in the Donbas.
I am a quilted jacket. I believe that my country should be strong and ready to defend itself.
I am a quilted jacket. I am ready to tolerate the absence of parmesan and Norwegian starlet at the grocery store, because since my childhood I have been eating Belarusian fish and have not eaten it.
I am a quilted jacket, which considers the Soviet Union not as a bloody communist regime, but as a truly heroic trace in our history, like, in fact, the Russian empire. After all, the one who does not know how to see good in his past has no future.
I am a quilted jacket. I am disgusted with polls about whether it was necessary to defend Leningrad, or should have been given to the Nazis for destruction. And conscience would never let me even talk about it.
I am a quilted jacket. I believe that the current president of my country really contributes to the revival of its greatness.
I am a quilted jacket. I am not ashamed to be proud that, despite the sanctions, my homeland is becoming great again.
I am a quilted jacket. I don’t want at every mention of the Sochi Olympics, the Russian stage of the Formula 1 Grand Prix and the World Cup 2018, to turn up my nose and say how much money was stolen and how much was stolen. I just know that I will be pleased to look at the end result.
I am a quilted jacket. I do not consider my country ideal, but I don’t want to change its structure by a bloody coup, like in Ukraine, for which Navalny’s so actively associates so actively call for.
I am a quilted jacket. I am a victim of Kremlin propaganda with brainwashing, and I believe that every nation has the right to free will, and not just Kosovo and Scotland.
I am a quilted jacket. I really think Navalny, Nemtsov and others are traitors to the motherland. After all, the one who constantly scolds all the undertakings of his country is clearly not a patriot, right?
I am a quilted jacket, and I see nothing wrong with people fucking going to church. I am so wadded that I think that dancing in the temple is wrong, just like praying in a club.
I am a padded jacket, who, in view of his narrow-mindedness, really believes that everyone has turned against Russia not because we are wrong, but because we are doing everything right.
I am a quilted jacket. I honestly do not understand how you can go on the march of peace with the flags of the Right Sector.
I am a quilted jacket. I do not see enemies in Europe and the USA, but I believe that one should not equal their values.
I am a quilted jacket. I believe that the legalization of same-sex relations has no place in my ideal Russia.
I am a quilted jacket. I am a real, full-fledged, padded jacket paid by the Kremlin, who wants a peaceful, happy future for myself, my family and my descendants. I am a quilted jacket, my parents are quilted jackets, my grandparents are quilted jackets, and my children will also be quilted jackets.
I am so wadded padded jacket that I think that sooner or later everyone will have to make a choice. I made my choice. I am for a strong Russia. For that Russia, which I am proud of right now. I’m going to go, put on a quilted coat, and play a hymn under the vodka on the balalaika ...