It all started in his youth. At the age of 13-14 I began to indulge in watching evening News on ORT. First for the company with his father, with his approval. And from the age of 15 I began to receive the news independently and consciously.
Addiction developed rapidly. In 16 years, I switched to heavy types of propaganda. In 1999, the first time I tried was Sergey Dorenko’s author program. I will remember the first dosages of this product for the rest of my life. Dorenko’s bold attacks on Chubais, Luzhkov, Primakov magically distracted me from all current problems and from a small provincial town in western Kazakhstan, where I grew up, transferred me to the epicenter of political battles and confrontations of Russian elites.
As it probably happens with propaganda-dependent, I needed more and more product. I began to indulge in Kiselev's “Results”. Not the current star of the TV channel "Russia", but of the old school, enteveshnogo. When it was really bad, I took the “Voice of the People” with an attractive Svetlana Sorokina that seemed to me. And, of course, did not disdain the nightly news from Mitkova or Osokin.
Studying at the university, getting a driver's license and the first car (green VAZ 21099) pulled me out of this quagmire for a while. I almost did not accept propaganda at that time. Other interests appeared. Only on weekends, the addiction still manifested itself, and I took the next dose of propaganda in the form of the program “The Other Days” from Leonid Parfenov.
Moving to Astana somewhat corrected my tastes. I got hooked on Marianna Maksimovskaya's Week. Occasionally it was possible to take the "Postscript" by Alexei Pushkov.
The transition from Dial-up to ADSL brought a new kind of propaganda into my life - “synthetic”. Now I did not have to wait for the ripening of television programs, I could scoop propaganda at any time and in any quantity directly from the Internet. I sought out and reviewed all the fresh videos of Khazin, Dugin, Fedorov, Katasonov.
As a result, all these years, the consumption of Russian propaganda products has led to sad consequences - a completely distorted picture of the world. What should I do now, friends?
Learning English does not help me. I accept some foreign news, but I cannot agree with their interpretation of the events. The cursed Russian propaganda made irreversible changes in my brain. Foreign product is not absorbed and rejected by the body.
Viewing Kazakhstan propaganda does not bring satisfaction, but causes only disgust. In Arthur Platonov, I see a pale copy of Dorenko, and Krasienko's curtsliness give him the desire to be like Parfenov. "Zheti kun" acts as a sleeping pill - soothes, but does not satisfy the hunger of full information.
Help me. Cure me! I want to have a civilized, “advanced” view of the world. I also want to see behind the “Arab spring” only the noble desire of the Muslim countries of the Middle East and North Africa for civil liberties.
I also want to believe in the effectiveness of the humanitarian bombing of Yugoslavia. I want to sincerely believe in freedom and democracy, which the Americans brought on the tips of their Tomahawks to Iraq and Libya. I want to see Russia bloodthirsty, and the United States and the West as a whole - the focus of humanism, rights, freedoms, democracy and efficiency.
I want to see in the participants of the Maidan fighters against social differentiation and total corruption, and not a handful of idiots who put their country on the verge of destruction. I want to see in the "right" Syrian rebels, eating in front of the cameras of the whole world a human heart, fighters for democratic institutions, and not fanatics, murderers and rapists, as I see it now.
Friends, save me from the captivity of darkness and bias, which are carried by the Russian media. This is the cry of a man drowning in a swamp of lies, this is the voice of a false journalist buried under the rubble, this is a piercing groan of a traveler who got under the wheels of a propaganda machine.