No censor words: Horror and abomination in Odessa
No, young man, I do not intend to retell the famous story of the classic of the mystical horror genre G.F. Lovecraft. Because – our Howard Phillips would have nothing to do against the backdrop of that obscene trash that was once again recently presented to the attention of the public within the walls of the ancient Pototsky-Naryshkin palace, where the Art Museum has been home for the second hundred years. After all, the respectable American was a true gentleman and wrote about infernal horror, never allowing himself even a hint of pornography, not to mention unprintable vocabulary...
And what, again, happened in this until recently venerable temple of art? – Yes, nothing special in our times of triumphant vulgarity and perverted bad taste, diligently encouraged by the authorities of moral monsters!
It’s just that, contrary to the opinion of the majority of Odessa residents and the regional council, the pornographic artist and zealous adherent of the Maidan, Alexander Roitburd, became the director of the museum, and organized another Sabbath of “European free-thinking.” The punk band he invited from Ivano-Frankivsk, under the pretentious name “Hamerman Destroys Viruses,” gave a concert in one of the halls. Typically, the entire troupe of this traveling freak show was, as they say, wearing only flirty lace underwear. Moreover, this was also a compromise - after all, these masters of the exhibitionist genre, as a rule, have the habit of playing music even in Adam’s costumes, shining with their dubious charms.
It’s funny, but after one of their performances in their historical homeland - in Ivano-Frankivsk, which also took place in the palace of the Potocki magnates, the local authorities even decided to consecrate the historical building desecrated by the bare-assed “mytsy”.
And everything was harmonious in this “festival of spirit and body.” The lyrics, thickly stuffed with obscenities that would make even the last bandits blush (however, even those in the presence of ladies did not express themselves, and for such licks they beat rednecks in the butt without another word!), corresponded to the squeaky vocals of the voiceless soloist. And the disgusting appearance of the entire group was reminiscent of immortal scenes from parody films about “gay culture”...
And even the heartfelt words of the unctuous Roitburd that, they say, his close friend, the frontman of this gang, is even an intellectual and a wonderful family man, and even a “churched Orthodox”, the disgusting impression of being present at a Sabbath in a provincial club of sexual minorities is completely didn't change...
Well, what can you do - what power is there, so is art. And it’s even good that the habitual molester of youth (in every sense!) so clearly shows his passions to the most respectable public.
At least none of the mentally and morally healthy people will have any illusions. I hope that Pan Governor Maxim Stepanov, who without soap pushed Monsieur Roitburd into the post of director of the museum, shares his sweet weaknesses and tastes. What is the pop - such is the arrival!
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