There is a real argument.
You just have to admit that the Russians – not quite human in our sense of the word.
This morning I got the eye of two Russian public opinion poll, one of the other beautiful. In the first the Russians chose the twenty most outstanding people of all times and peoples. The second answered questions about a possible attack on Russia, says Yury gudymenko.
Short: 38% of respondents said the greatest man of all times and peoples, comrade Stalin. Four percent from Stalin behind Putin. In the second survey, one-third of Russians are afraid of an attack on mother Russia, and of this third the majority is afraid of a US attack and – param-param-pam – Ukraine (it is in second place). NATO, ISIS and all other nervously Smoking in aside.
And all this against the background of the monument to Ivan the terrible, a tribute to Kadyrov, the rejection of their spies (homeland you will not only leave you, she’s your family pogruzhaet to not talking too much), and so on and so forth. Here it would be possible to draw some historical Parallels, to remind you about the suffering from frequent references to the place and not to place North Korea or holding kerollovskaya allusions to Alice who landed in Wonderland…
But I won’t. It needs to be. You just have to admit that the Russians – not quite human in our sense of the word.
It is not about public policy, not about war and not about “atmnet” in the Donbass. We are talking about what the concept of “man” we mean not only dunagate-duralast-bipedalism, but a certain set of behavioral patterns. For us deaf and blind man is man because we understand it, understand his actions, despite the fact that the process of communication with him is difficult.
Here, for example, Chikatilo, or some cannibal, even himself perfect and is baritone in addition, we are not quite human. This is something alien, incomprehensible and therefore scary. And we are not very interested in the motives of this cannibal, and that he rose from the fact that the mom spanked and fingered dad, we are also not particularly catchy, even if it was actually. Deep down, we are only interested in one thing: when this life closed in a cage or killed. All. Other interest we have.
With the Russians it was the same story. To me personally, in principle, have no difference, why the notorious 86% of Russians believe in a positive development, the occupation of land of another country. Maybe it’s from the endless stream of propaganda (I myself have a history long enough to say that the Russians need to feel sorry as victims of the constant brainwashing). Maybe they were born. Maybe that extra chromosome dispose of their psyche. What in the hell is the difference, if there is a result?
And the result is that we have at hand has its own Wonderland, inhabited by some special subspecies of homo sapiens – homo russi. These differ from russi homo sapiens is very weak feet – they are and strive to fall on his knees in front of any half decent dictator; pronounced masochistic predilections – how and love for Stalin, Yes Formidable; the General cruelty, bloodlust and a complete lack of understanding of the values essential to humanity term – the term “freedom”. That’s a lot. This is a key distinction.
(My inner Petrosyan recommended that I add a list of differences the dependence of organisms homo russi from ethyl alcohol and tinctura crataegi, that is, tincture of hawthorn, but I decided to refrain.)
As the reasons for the behavior Chikatilo interesting only to specialists and only after the fact (that allow), and the phenomenon of homo russi we should not be particularly interested in until the disappearance of this phenomenon as a threat to us. Everyone knows a couple of stories about a madman living next to ordinary people in apartment buildings.
Someone was harmless and only quietly muttered something under his breath, and I, for example, in the basement apartment next door lived uncle Vova (or Ivan, or John – that was long ago, not the point), which could take half a day to sit by the open window, sticking to the windowsill of a huge kitchen knife accompanying this simple process the sudden screaming “Tanks!” or “*Ki!”, reminiscent of the cries of the lonely bittern in the swamp.
Our state neighbor even worse uncle Vanya (or Victor?), because he was a potentially dangerous lunatic, and Russia – psycho kinetically threat, she had attacked neighbors and openly says that it will attack again. And I personally do not care, because if this is what the Tatars in childhood raped, or because she considered the mother of Kiev, and he was suddenly a male and left her for a damned Ukrainians. It doesn’t matter. Just doesn’t matter.
Only one thing matters: a dangerous psycho, or need to isolate and treat, or shoot at sunset at the long wall. I personally vote for the second option.
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