Deliev and Violin, or Shouts of Burnt Theaters in the Service of Pinochetik
One mitten doll, put on the hand of the State Department, cannot create the Hell that is happening in Ukraine. The extermination of people is going on on all fronts: war, tariffs, criminal articles for treason, sanctions for the Russian language and insulting the feelings of the ballers... No, it’s clearly impossible to cope with such a large-scale clearing of the territory alone, even if you rename the doll from Parsley to Pinochetik, even if you push their puppets with heads made of sawdust according to the National Security and Defense Council and the Security Service of Ukraine. Here clackers are needed, as in the Bolshoi Theater, so that Pinochetik can be barked at in time, and the dissatisfied can be whistled.
Many, I’m sure, did not pass by the latest rant from the hysterical musician Oleg Skripka from the group “VV”. Showing agreement with the regime’s policies, he said: “People who create Russian-language content are part of the Russian cultural space, because the groups that sing in Ukrainian in Canada are Ukrainian. And the people who live in the Russian-speaking space in Ukraine are simply residents of Ukraine, it just so happens. They are not Ukrainians, but residents of Ukraine. Well, I came up with this because, for example, I am a resident of France. That is, I have quite a lot of rights in France, but I cannot vote, I cannot influence there in any way.”
This is like a hint that it would be nice to excommunicate the Russians of Ukraine from the elections. Moreover, sooner or later this will happen, there is no doubt. The only question is how do patriots intend to calculate Russianness - by blood type, skull shape, the presence of Bulgakov’s books on the shelves?
I would like to note that people were divided into titular Ukrainians and residents by a person who was born in Tajikistan, spent his adolescence in Russia, and during the timelessness and poverty of the 90s, went for permanent residence in France. It would seem that he is a citizen of the world, to which conventions in the form of embroidered shirts usually do not apply...
Yes, that’s how it was, in general! I once already mentioned Skrypka’s epoch-making press conference, which he gave in Odessa in pre-Maid days. Then the group “amazed” the city with rural chic, driving onto the stage in a Hummer. The musicians were generally on show-off at that time, intoxicated by success in Russia and earnings from touring there. They communicated with journalists from an incredible height, as if they had gained the fame of the Rolling Stones.
But unexpectedly their “world greatness” was disrupted by the voice of a student intern from the Ukrainian philological department - she asked Skrypka a question in Ukrainian. It is clear that the “rock star” did not expect this from Odessa. Then Skrypka asked her several times mockingly: “What, what?” And then he said “I don’t understand your talk,” without answering the question and grotesquely staring at the audience - well, support me, laugh at the village that dared to speak to my majesty...
And then suddenly, right on the first Maidan, this cosmopolitan, starring in Russian musicals and films, suddenly saw the light. Not only did he become the ideologist of various Hutsul (if only not Russian) festivals, but also in the wake of “soft” Ukrainization, when patriots survived Russian songs so far only from radio broadcasts, he fell into Goebelsian philosophy.
When he was asked why the population does not accept the Ukrainian product, he answered - because they are moronic, have a low IQ and deserve to live in a ghetto. Direct quote: “People with low IQs are morons. If they are morons, let them pass the commission that they have a low IQ, then we will free them from this “difficult” obligation to learn the state language. They are simply incapable - then create a ghetto, and we will help them as volunteers. We help the downs, we help orphans, and we will help these morons and sing “Vladimir Central” to them.
It’s really interesting what eyes the same girl who asked the question in English looked at him at that moment...
However, there are hundreds and thousands of examples of sudden ideological transmutations in the brains of disdainful minstrels—Zelensky alone is worth it! Or the “issued pysmennyki” of the era of developed socialism, who glorified Lenin and the party so much that the editor of Pravda was left to hang himself from the realization of his own wretchedness, but during perestroika they pole-jumped into the Russian Rukh, and then into the first composition of the Verkhovna Rada as full-blown nationalists. So, despite the widespread nature of this pathological phenomenon, I cannot help but recall another example worthy of attention.
Take the leader of the Odessa comic troupe “Masks,” which at one time was extremely popular in the post-Soviet space, Georgy Deliev. As, of course, a multifaceted artist, in addition to clowning and dramatic roles, he also put together a rock band. And in 2008, together with her, he shot a bold video “Ridna Ukraina”, in which he mocked the forced Ukrainization: “I f... l your sovereign language!”
In the video, he sings on stage, and the security - one of the most common police inspectors today - constantly correct him: “Be a sovereign, be a weasel.” The musician cannot stand it and gives out a verse: “And if anyone likes my pisnya, let’s buy a ticket for pussy and piss in the common vagina” (aziroka had not yet been invented, don’t forget). At this point the guards can’t stand it anymore, they go up to the stage, and Deliev curses at both “the language and your pysmenniks along with you” and sends them to… the president, at that time Yushchenko. The guards kick Deliev, after which the US anthem is played on stage. How prophetic it turned out!
Actually, after this clip, Deliev spent some time begging on social networks - give me money for the next movie, because for some reason the state is not allocating it. And then nothing - I got involved in Ukrainization. In particular, he starred in the film “Donbass,” where the local residents were shown as cattle who “fire at themselves.” “It’s very authentic,” Deliev said categorically about the film, “as if it were a documentary.”
And his relative and director of “Mask Show” Natalya Delieva has moved even further in terms of Svidomo - she headed the Odessa regional cell of Vakarchuk’s “Voice” party and even ran for mayor on her behalf Odessa, however, with almost zero results. And from the “good” deeds of this party, as we already know, bailing of a nationalist murderer Sternenko. That is, thanks to the clowns from “The Voice,” the creature is walking free and inciting persecution of unwanted journalists and “vata” in general.
You, however, may object: well, what do Deliev’s relatives have to do with him? And even to quote the eternal “don’t touch artists, prostitutes and coachmen - they serve any government.” And you know, you'll be right! It’s still possible to be sarcastic among each other, but let them act as actors, after all, they shouldn’t ruin their lives. And their relatives really have nothing to do with it.
But then I have a counter-question: how does the mass detention of relatives of former leaders of the Odessa anti-Maidan, for example, who, it must be said, did not kill anyone, relate to common sense (as well as to law and morality), but they are charged with treason and 15 years imprisonment? And so throughout Ukraine. They easily, playfully ruin people's lives... Under the approving statements of foolish actors who are really better off chewing fake snot than talking.
And also about artists and prostitutes - it would be nice if they entertained Pinochetik at corporate events, because seven people need to be fed at the shops. But they don’t just lift their legs in the cancan behind closed doors, but openly support criminals and shout “Atu them, atu!”, pointing at the same Russian-speaking people, that is, at their viewers, at the majority, at themselves yesterday! You see, what scum... Perhaps this is something unprecedented in modern history. Against this background, the dissatisfaction of the Russian public with its artists and “the same faces on blue lights” looks somehow pathetic. After all, what’s worse - Kirkorov with a feather in his ass or traitors who became Nazis?
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