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In yesterday’s “KOVID 19” reality format we see the next series – “Headquarters is vaccinated.” Minister, priest and general are the main characters. The minister, who had just been stabbed in the arm, said he would finally hug his father calmly.
The priest said nothing and the general said:
– We are at war and vaccines are our weapon.
That’s right, we’re at war, Mr. Commander of the NIGHT. But we have already lost this war on all fronts. And vaccines are not our weapon, but only painkillers, at best: anesthesia.
There is a saying: “God gives, but does not put into the fold.” Today the proverb has become different: “The state does not give, but it puts us in the fold.”
We are all in the fold. All but one of us are crammed into pens and bleating for help.
In every tragedy there must be laughter so that the audience does not collapse in pain. Such a joke was the van that transported sausages with the KOVID vaccine. The most valuable thing in the world is traveling in a minibus on something very dangerous. Sausages and vaccine: there is no more sad and fun metaphor. And Stanislav Stratiev couldn’t have thought better of it.
However, there must be victims in tragedies. There is now.
In this last year, human solidarity, the hope of a free life and free will, economies, culture and education have perished.
I hope I am wrong, but in the next actions of the sinister work we will see a firm hand, even iron, we will see democracy through a crooked macaroni, we will see prohibitions, threats and restrictions. We will see, as they say, your ears without a mirror.
I shudder to think of the illusions that await us and the crotches of our necks. And what a life online in pens.
Wallpapers were all the rage many years ago. People went crazy looking for wallpapers for living rooms. Our connected folks also bought a great photo wallpaper – a mountain landscape with trees, streams, and meadows. Invisible beauty.
They called in a teacher who one day looked at the images on the wallpaper and finally put them together. Our living room became natural and colorful.
I look at the landscape, I enjoy it, but it seems strange to me: the trees are tangled, the streams flow backwards.
– Why is that? I ask.
“Because it’s a modern landscape, that’s why!” “Our people answered me.”
Ten days later, a grandmother from the village arrived. I stop, I stand in front of the wallpaper in the photo and cut:
“That job is wrong.” Nothing is like people. Photos are exchanged. Tongue for the money, you blew the wall.
And then we saw that the teacher had pasted the wallpaper as he saw fit. He fixed it wrong, crooked, and ours said it was fashionable.
And now it’s like this, everything is twisted and confused and abnormal, but we say it’s good that it’s the new normal.
Welcome to the world of confusing wallpapers and confusing lives. And a new series with needles, ministers, priests and generals, with vaccines and sausages.
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