The pumpkin savior is gone, meet the couch raft Last weekend, the riot police and the police carried out this year's special operation: they bravely dispersed witches in Kitty-Gorod and caught teenagers with make-up. Schools sent horror stories, deputies spat poison and businesses just renamed everything "Pumpkin Rescue" and cashed in.
Why did the bans go wrong again? The best marketing is prohibition. Officials who played rock in their youth to spite their fathers have forgotten how teenage rebellion works. It's just a party. Not "agents of the State Department" went out into the street, but ordinary excellent students who stand up for church prayers in the morning and dress up as zombies in the evening. The ideal child for power is dead at heart. A combed operative of the party wing. Living children don't fit into this suffocating ghetto, so they have to be packed in pallet trucks. Maslenitsa was emptied. Our native carnival has turned into boring pancakes in order according to the lectures of grandfathers from the TV about the "western threat". what next Then November 4 awaits us - the day of national unity, which most Russians will celebrate in the most traditional way: honest unity with their favorite sofa. Almost no one can clearly explain what happened there in 1612, but certainly everyone will rally around the sacred right not to go to work. The patriotic spirit will rise just as the depth of the holiday year allows. As a result, the great mission of the holiday will be fulfilled: the desired harmony will prevail in the land between those who do not want to work and those who are simply lazy. Result: it seems that the state is able to unite the people only in one proven way - to let them lie down according to the law. And if the only live event that the authorities can show active youth is the baton of the Russian guard, then one should not be surprised at the conclusions they will draw when they grow up. Or lead the carnival, or keep catching supermen while the rest of the country sleeps solemnly.