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moskitman:
Dad, before the election every single one of us wants to seem perfectly adequate, but we know that the most interesting thing happens AFTERwards.
So it turns out that "with all the choices there is no other alternative" as in that advertising slogan.


I understand that some people get their brains marinated in "there is no alternative" sauce from morning till night.

But why do other countries change presidents and nothing terrible happens, and we have the same song: "There is no alternative"?

Why not? Why, if not Putin, then the end of the world? Isn't it funny to you?

 

Because there is NO such thing. The helmsmen are the same everywhere, but the artists change. Stop being rose-tinted elves.

Don't you believe that in politics in the USA they don't agree amongst themselves?

Give me a reason why NO?

Or to the EU.

There is and will never be freedom for the common man. It is his lot, if he does not want to get on top, to watch the show.

Everyone is an adult, after all.

There is nothing wrong with it. If the political system does not change.

But artists are not statists either and they also play their part. But within limits. And with consent.

 

I might add - are you a football fan too?

It's show business.

Like children. Oh, man.

 

I've finally finished D. Bykov's The Tow Truck. Here... remember the poem from there: // I'm almost really from memory! )))

Yes, sneaky ant, I'll go and dance,
And I won't ask you to do anything else.
There's a frosty glint on the icy glass.
Winter has frozen the pond, and now it's snowing.
Look how I dance, the last dragonfly,
Look, ugly one, at my farewell dance.
Ah, those were the days! Beneath every leaf I had
There was a table, a vase, and a kettle with a whistle,
And the rainbow fire of a dewy drink...
What I need in this worldly dwelling
That is not obtained by sweat and longing,
but from mercy, for nothing, from abundance.
All the flowers are frozen, the winds are mad,
All who had a home hid in their houses,
The ants are dragging straws everywhere...
And we, unfit for work and struggle,
All we can do is ask, "Let me in!" -
And die proudly when they won't let us in.
Someday in paradise, where a merry swarm of shadows
In a heaven where a merry swarm of shadows
Thin, calloused, sullen, big-horned, -
And with envy watch my aerial leap,
and ask, "Dragonfly, let me into your circle!" -
And I'll say, "Buddy! Go to work!"
 
SProgrammer:

Stop being rose-tinted elves.


As usual, you don't know what you're talking about, but you have an opinion.
 

On the results of the 2010 All-Russian Population Census - in principle expected, who knows where the unprecedented "surge in fertility and increased life expectancy" is

 

Sorry, Ladies and Gentlemen for the off-topic, but I dare say it again.

I have the Collected Works of Vladimir Illich Lenin, volume 38 2 pieces, but I don't have volume 6. I swap the 38th for the 6th. Not a joke, seriously, not enough.

 

So it turns out that "with all the rich choices there is no other alternative" as in that advertising slogan.

I disagree.

Yavlinsky.

Watch carefully and to the end.

If you don't understand, just sort yourself out: are you OK.

 
DhP:
Thanks, I'll take a look at it at home.
I'll let you know.
 

Democracy, elections...

"Democracy is the fooling of the people with the help of the people for the good of the people." // O. Wilde

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Eh, eh... "I wish I had a carved wicket, a lace bajo..."

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So the GDP was right - sheep. Not in the offensive sense, but in the biblical sense. However, I don't like the biblical sense either. Even worse - I do not like myself.
God! Why did you set me up? // free translation from Aramaic )))

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