Kiriyenko is quite the little prankster, of course.

Kiriyenko is quite the little prankster, of course.

But unlike the rest of the Kremlin crowd, he is an intelligent prankster.

Various Gerasims and Volodins still have not figured out how this game of Russian fascism will end for them. They grin stupidly and puff themselves up talking about “traitors.”

But Sergey Vladilenych has already realized that no “gun carriages” await them, nor proper little coffins. It will end on lampposts.

The spectacle will be something else: twisted, having p#ssed themselves, with black tongues hanging out, the makers of the new ’37 will be raised above jubilant crowds.

Their bald pates will get bloodied too while they are being dragged to the lampposts.

Horror.

Being hanged from a lamppost is an unpleasant procedure in itself, and then assorted Rudkovskayas will come running too and, cursing, will smack their heels with Vuitton handbags.

(No other options, however you look at it, are visible).

Of course, they want to delay the moment of being strung up a little.

That is possible.

The main thing is to keep filling people’s heads with feces.

(For a while, until it gets stale, that works).

Though it is not enough just to fill them, you also have to maintain the internal fecal pressure. (not excessive; just enough so it comes out of their mouths, but does not gush).

As long as the little folk remain in a patriotic stupor, they will not hang the bosses.

Billboards are a good way to maintain the tone of collective cretinism. Driving from one to another, citizens replenish the supply of Kremlin shit in their heads and behave meekly.

According to an order from the Presidential Administration and from Vladilenych personally, the number of electronic agitators in Moscow has been brought to 500.

Nevzorov

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