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A Call for armed insurrection

I will choose an example for you myself. Teachers constantly tell us that the Soviet Union with it's free education is the past. In short, as well as free education itself. And free medicine is the past. And we don't need to go into space. We don't need science at all. Yes, art is also, in principle, superfluous. That's what they teach us at school. The teachers who tell us these things are standing right behind you right now, listening to my speech with pale faces. Perhaps they want to call the gendarmes to stop me. It is possible that they have already called. If the latter is true, then I need to hurry, so let's continue.

So, our teachers teach us that all the good things in our life that we inherited from the Soviet Union are the past. Now someone will reproach me with the fact that I, you see, love the USSR. Of course, we have people who hate the USSR. They went to Soviet schools, were treated in Soviet hospitals, grew up in Soviet homes, and then they hate everything Soviet. In short, the USSR fans amuse me too. Most of them tell us so: let's love the USSR, but not the whole of it. They say that we love repression-Yes. We will also love the military. And you have to love censorship, too. But free medical care and free education – this is the cost. We will not love this. These people are even worse than those who hate the USSR, because they hide their abomination. In short, we were distracted from the case.

We are offered a future that is more like the past, but the past is not Soviet, but rather Imperial. The word "Imperial" can cause some excitement in our fellow citizens. The Empire is great. Well, if there are fans of getting a Cossack whip in the face, who think that this is very cool – then we can only be happy for them. This joy is not without Foundation, for now we are being offered Cossacks with whips again. «Why do we need to fly into space if there are Cossacks with whips?» – asks our government. They are not personally interested in space. The reason for this lies in the fact that the pigs, which are our gentlemen-deputies, carrying a hundred kilograms of pure fat with them, – can not lift up their snout and even look at the stars. And, as you can imagine, they will not even think of going there. Until, at least, there is enough slops on earth to feed them. When the slops run out, these fat pigs will probably die, but still do not dare to fly, because they are cowardly creatures. Do not forget, however, that people usually raise pigs not for beauty, but for food, and therefore if the slops for feeding pigs run out, it means that it is time to kill the pigs themselves for bacon. Yes, we fatten pigs in order to kill them for bacon! Even if these pigs are members of Parliament. Triste, sed vero, or, as the Americans now say: sed, but true.

So we live in a reactionary age. Moreover, it has been so long in our country that only a few of the oldest old people remember what it was like to live in the progressive era. In short, few of them remember those times. Yes, the reactionary era has dragged on. It has been delayed so much that you, your parents, and even your grandparents know only the reaction. Therefore, if it is very easy to explain to you that there is a reactionary era, because you are children of such an era, then it will not be easy to explain to you the essence of the progressive era. In short, you're not too drunk right now, so I hope I can do it.

So, the progressive era is when the past is the past and the future is the future. So this is the normal course of things. But let's turn to the example, because it is the easiest way to explain the essence of things.

An example of a progressive era can be the sixties and partly the seventies of the last century, but not in our country, but in the countries of the West. Back then, the West was not what it is today. And then there were no obese aunts in power, like Angela Merkel, and there were no homosexual presidents who looked like a piece of rotten potatoes, like Hollande. What a hysterical freak he is, this Hollande! No words!