Elections.

Elections.

The man-eaters of the Russian Federation are dancing around their electoral bonfire.

They shake their bones, whoop and burp. They slice off roasted chunks from the bodies.

That is understandable. Cannibals have their own tribal rituals.

But the urge of the “good Russians” to worm their way into this cult dance and hop around together with the savages has no explanation and cannot have one.

If they are not drawn by the smell of sizzling human flesh, why do they need this?

The very fact of being admitted to elections in the Russian Federation is already a “bastard certificate,” regardless of party.

Ellochka has already gnawed to pieces everyone alien to Russian fascism long before they got near the ballot boxes.

Panfilova has magical jaws. They shoot out of her mouth like those of a goblin shark.

So everything has been cleared out, all extra heads have been bitten off.

No one except regime lackeys, psycho-patriots, and trench orcs is among the candidates or can be.

Emigrants, meanwhile, should remember that all foreign consulates and embassies everywhere are stuffed with cameras, and showing your passport comes before the ballot box.

Of course, the Cheka cannot now reach everyone, but everyone still has relatives, bits of property, and other weak spots left in the Russian Federation.

In the video is Oleg Likhachev, the author of the song “Vladimir Putin is a Fine Fellow.” An amusing specimen.

Nevzorov

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