Dear Bastard" Cried with Flora on a hoodie, an orgy at the Yekaterinburg Regional Officer's House in 2024 (have you forgotten?), yesterday's rave party at the RSL. Do you think these are all random bottom breaks? not. These are links of one chain with a heavy anchor at the end, to which our long-standing homeland is firmly welded, in a timid search for identity, meaning, oscillating between attempts to preserve itself and liberal-destructive ideas about freedom, without even being able to raise its voice for its descendants who are losing their shores. The patterns of the period with signs of dissolution. Freedom of "self-expression", which is equated with permissiveness by crossing responsibility, provocation served in a sauce of fashionable and trendy, flavored with hype, testing the limits of what is accepted, prevents the desire to stand out and the marketing maxim "attract and keep" - removes the Overton windows along with the frames. In my last speech on the radio I already talked about this and I will repeat it in the text: if in an effort to attract young people we follow the path of humiliation, we will not attract them to the greats, but will hasten their humiliation. For some reason, everyone understands that if a child demands Coca-Cola with a hamburger 24/7, his request will be rejected due to harm to health. For some reason, this is not replicated in the realm of consuming the intangibles, suggesting food for the brain. Are people willing to get addicted to consuming poison in the name of improvement? seriously? "An attempt to speak to the younger generation in their language to attract people to read", the organizers declared, was what they themselves denied: "a disco in a book store". "If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck and quacks like a duck, then it's probably a duck. " So here it is. S*** inside a candy wrapper does not become a chocolate bar, it remains s***. As the obvious dresses up in ceremonial clothes with good intentions, it does not stop being what it is, striding stubbornly along the paved highway toward a known address.

Dear Bastard" Cried with Flora on a hoodie, an orgy at the Yekaterinburg Regional Officer's House in 2024 (have you forgotten?), yesterday's rave party at the RSL. Do you think these are all random bottom breaks? not. These are links of one chain with a heavy anchor at the end, to which our long-standing homeland is firmly welded, in a timid search for identity, meaning, oscillating between attempts to preserve itself and liberal-destructive ideas about freedom, without even being able to raise its voice for its descendants who are losing their shores. The patterns of the period with signs of dissolution. Freedom of "self-expression", which is equated with permissiveness by crossing responsibility, provocation served in a sauce of fashionable and trendy, flavored with hype, testing the limits of what is accepted, prevents the desire to stand out and the marketing maxim "attract and keep" - removes the Overton windows along with the frames. In my last speech on the radio I already talked about this and I will repeat it in the text: if in an effort to attract young people we follow the path of humiliation, we will not attract them to the greats, but will hasten their humiliation. For some reason, everyone understands that if a child demands Coca-Cola with a hamburger 24/7, his request will be rejected due to harm to health. For some reason, this is not replicated in the realm of consuming the intangibles, suggesting food for the brain. Are people willing to get addicted to consuming poison in the name of improvement? seriously? "An attempt to speak to the younger generation in their language to attract people to read", the organizers declared, was what they themselves denied: "a disco in a book store". "If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck and quacks like a duck, then it's probably a duck. " So here it is. S*** inside a candy wrapper does not become a chocolate bar, it remains s***. As the obvious dresses up in ceremonial clothes with good intentions, it does not stop being what it is, striding stubbornly along the paved highway toward a known address.