"When there was a Crimean, the country in the fourteenth year has all gone mad. It was scary. People completely lost the ability to think. The eyes were filled with greatness and victory, and with normal, adequate people, it became impossible to talk. "Ra-si-I! Ra-si-I! Pa-be-da! Krymnaaash!".

The same thing is happening to you now, my dear liberal Russians. You just can not see, because your eyes are flooded with another greatness, this time football, but from the outside it causes the same stirring of hair on the nape, because you look at you now and can not help remembering about the fourteenth year, and it's terrible because , that you understand - there is no difference. Well, there is no difference between you now, and between those then.

"Ra-si-I, Ra-si-I, Pa-be-da, Akinfeeeev!".

Exactly the same glass eyes, exactly the same gregarious fun, exactly the same "Pabedaaa!" Exactly the same completely infantile excuses-excuses.

It's not about Putin. Not in sports that you have outside politics. At you, basically, in general all outside of a policy - sports, art, war. But they do not despise you for this..

You are despised for another compassion. It does not matter what kind of Crimean-Ish, whether it's the May Day or the Football League. In one of them you still fell. Were coming up. Krymnash passed, the ninth of May passed, and football - did not survive.

And now you are already jumping in a single Russian mass, embracing with all the wings of the imperial fleece, under the same flags, painted in one color, united by the joy of one common victory, "our people won", and "ours" are now shared with them, and not with us, be proud of one and the same country - indistinguishable to the degree of confusion.

You can not tell, do you understand?.

Ra-si-I! Ra-si-I! Pa-be-da!.

Dides were hammered.

And, looking at you now, it becomes clear that you are bound to fall into another new frivolity. Some "Nord Stream", which will also be out of politics and which you will be proud of. Or the war for the Arctic. Or a downed American fighter.

Getting in, sticking in. Required. Today you have proved this more clearly.

And it happens to you all over the world. The editor of the journal, crushed by Putin's power, is now in Washington, having left this very power, and writes in the tape "Akinfeev is the hero of Russia!".

Akinfeev. The trustee of this same authority. Defeated her magazine. Her hero. Her Russia.

You have tremendous selectivity, my friends. Football "won our", and the Donbass bombed "not ours". Flexibility of the spine and variability of thinking is something that has always fascinated you. Here we play, here we do not play. Flies here, cutlets over there. Ten thousand dead bodies separately, "Ra-si-I! Pa-be-da!" Separately.

Collage with a pig, Peter can already be remade - instead of Stalin on the wall, you can hang the symbol of the World Cup 2018 - and this will be absolutely one of you (by the way, if someone does - throw in the comments, I'll illustrate the post).

This championship crystallized the Reich. All. Something happened that should have happened. There is no opposition Russia any more.

There is a single Russian Reich, in which some folk russians are just a little dissatisfied with the increase in pensions and the war in the Donbass.

But they are all proud of the victory of the national team of their Reich, indistinguishable to the degree of confusion.

"Ra-si-I! Ra-si-I! Naaaaasiiii! Paabedaaa!".

And they wonder why they are sent. Now everyone is in a hurry. Do not try to pick and sort.

Yes, that's why.

You yourself chose "ours" Together with them and go fuck.

Russia, forward, "- summed up Babchenko.