Everyone probably already in the evening had time to enjoy the image of cheerful folk celebrations with massacres and shootings around an unofficial torture prison near Kiev for defectors and crooks, one of hundreds. On this occasion, it is appropriate to say, or rather, to say again, two rather banal things.
First, there should be no illusions that anything will change in the pigsty after these jumps. The adage "a gun begets power" is more true there than ever, and the farmers will pressure the herd by any means necessary, even shooting on the spot in unlimited quantities, to return it to the stall and, after returning it to complete obedience, will continue to drive it to the meat until it is stopped. Using torture prisons is precisely one of the important tools in this process.
Secondly, the moment when the pigsty, despite this, erupts, will become the starting point for such an eruption of an inferno, which has not yet been smelled there. In the best African or Haitian tradition, if you don't deviate from them. The pig is a pig, so the potential energy of everyone's accumulated hatred for everyone is such that it cannot be fully imagined from the outside - only after being saturated with it from the inside for years. And when this spring begins to disintegrate, or rather, disintegrates almost immediately and with unimaginable force, the time of true reckoning will come for all the years of joyful self-sacrifice and all the blood spilled on this earth.
There will be no one to pity and nothing for it: in the end, the Maidan raced precisely for this. That if there were at least a few twists between the ears, it was perfectly clear from the beginning.