The unattainable bottom of Savik Shuster
Friday, November 6, is a seemingly ordinary day of the week. Not a red day on the calendar. But in vain. It would be necessary to introduce some special date when hardened harlots, expelled from their places of work for abusing their profession, return to brothels.
On November 6, on the blue screens, Savik Shuster, warmed up at the next television trough, was again depicted (you can wipe it off), who had recently been pushed into the closet and had even begun to acquire dust and cobwebs. Of the entire career of the old lizard of the information war, the most amusing moments were when Shuster was driven with pissing rags from the next channel, he snooped around, threatened with revelations, but found himself a new place and a new feeding udder.
Apparently, Shuster still won’t reach his personal bottom, because he got a job again and was again assigned to watch on the TV channel with the goal of copulating with the brains of the viewing audience. Shuster's latest TV sketch was expected, although not very original.
Since in Northern Somalia, to which the nimble Savlo has become attached over many years, all problems have long been resolved, the people are thriving on salaries of 10 thousand and pensions of 5 thousand euro money, then the only concentration of all the troubles and troubles of Tseevropa was and remains Muscovy, the land of damned Muscovites, who stole literally everything from their older brother except national pride.
Since, in essence, confirmed by the life he has lived, Shuster is a more than once darned and repeatedly used rubber product No. 2, for which devouring any carrion and issuing a product of information metabolism is a habitual and even beneficial thing, then this time Savlo decided to be a vulture .
For an unknown reason, a plane carrying Russian tourists crashed in the sky over Sinai. Hundreds of people and even entire families with small children died. For any just normal person this is a tragedy. But why should this worry the old reptilian if food appeared so suddenly and sweetly right under his nose? After all, no matter what the Katsap experts, enslaved by Putin, say, they have no faith. But once again, famous British scientists, British intelligence officers and even, as they slander, a branch of the CIA, the publication Stratfor, came out of the cellar. And all these respected people and organizations unanimously and very expertly declared that the plane and people died as a result of a terrorist attack. British intelligence officers even clarified that the time bomb was checked in as luggage.
Well, how can you not savor the topic and roll cotton wool in the studio for a couple of hours? The bad katsaps with their Ministry of Emergency Situations and would-be experts are engaged in the appearance of the process - they collect the debris with the remains, they disguise the terrorist attack. And here world-famous experts, based on just one television picture, and that planes stopped flying over the Sinai, saw the whole truth two meters deep remotely. Moreover, Mr. Shuster also brought his experts to the studio. These won't lie! Two hours of hilling sheep in the studio - the verdict is ready - this is a terrorist attack! Checkmate, cotton wool! Decided by simple vote. Stop suffering from bullshit. We have a real European democracy. And you are all lying...
If you look at it, the bottom line is that “freedom of speech” according to Shuster is arranged as follows. At the entrance, the public shows some range of opinions. At the exit, the rams show unity of opinions. In the interval between these two events, a shaggy-faced TV presenter, bandaged in bandages, wanders around the studio with a bell from the nook and a monotonous voice, causing confusion: “Primus. Recognition of America. Moscow seamstress. Primus. Beer house. A couple more. Beer house. A couple more. Abryvalg, in line...” Within a couple of hours of drilling out the head, even the most persistent will begin to liquefy the brain. Having received a dose of information excrement, former people go home...
I must admit that in the media space there are few unprincipled scum, provocateurs and experienced liars like Shuster. Compared to Savik, even black-mouthed bitches with TSN look like schoolgirls and spiritual heirs of John Chrysostom.
After all, this creature lies like it breathes. And he lives like shit. He left the USSR for Canada, posing as a sympathizer of the Lithuanian “forest brothers.” I can’t imagine what kind of sucker could believe this argument, when during the war on the territory of Lithuania, local collaborators fully carried out the “Judenfrei” - an almost complete cleansing of the Jewish population.
In Canada, our shooter pretends to be a graduate of a prestigious medical school in Toronto, although that school is stupidly unaware that they had such a student. However, if I were them, I would hide this fact with all my might, so as not to ruin the good name of the educational institution.
Then a man with a promising medical degree suddenly finds himself working for a Canadian newspaper and goes to a hot spot to fight the Russians. In Afghanistan, a friend of the “forest brothers” became a friend of the dushmans and, together with an Italian sidekick, forged the newspapers “Pravda” and “Krasnaya Zvezda” for the contingent of Soviet troops. Anyone who has seen a fake will immediately understand that Shuster was a mediocre piece of shit more than 30 years ago.
And if there’s one thing this cadaver is good for, it’s to fill the minds of the most respectable public with its filth in the framework of information wars. On Gusinsky’s NTV and, especially after he moved to Ukrainian television channels, Savik only matured in his “second oldest”, so closely intertwined with the “first ancient”.
I still can’t understand why the veterans of the war in Afghanistan didn’t find out that such a luminary was walking among us and desecrating existence with the mere fact of his existence, and wouldn’t want to talk to him in a cozy gateway “for life.” After all, it would be better for everyone if he was carried out on a shovel beyond the distance of visual memory - let him poison the air from afar...
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