PEPSI-DEGENERATION

    Recently read in LJ. Somewhere in Germany, but by and large it doesn’t matter where, some Turk, and not Turks or not Turks, slammed the girl who was with her boyfriend on the pope. The guy hit the Turk in the face with a sweep, inflicted damage on him. On the same evening this young man was killed, his pregnant girlfriend was raped, and beaten.

    People copy this story to themselves, give a link, call it peer. Well, didn’t the sheep fuck?

    They talk about order, about Russia for Russians. Why do they say this when something happens, in the nature of such events? I became interested, and I decided to think and write on this topic.

    I didn’t think for a long time, I must say. None of those who yell think that the guy who was killed did what he did. Did he hit that Turk, defending what was dear to him, or obeying the herd instinct of the owner? In my opinion, it is more interesting to think in this vein than to come out with saliva, trying to justify your worthless existence.

    After all, what are values? Values, including those for which you are ready to lay down your life. Neither more nor less. I think if a meteorite falls on Earth, then few will blame someone for inaction, and will blame someone ...

    There are fears in people. For my life, about death, about something else. All this is agitated when something happens in the neighboring area. And nothing has changed.

    That is, the guy is dead. And the point. Well, if you consciously put yourself and your woman at risk. The converse looks silly. And, excuse me, what is the national question, come to your senses. The measures have people. He died in battle practically. He died. HIS deeds. Who gives the right to judge?

    Plus pride. Yes, we are so great, Russian, that we can’t quit smoking. Yes, we are so Russian that we have the right to hate others, and draw conclusions about their non-Aryan origin.

    To die for what's truly expensive is worth it. To die from the fact that you don’t give a damn about your own life and the life of other people, or you didn’t even think about it, is hard to observe.

    Quo liset jovi non liset bovi. Snickers, and get out.

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