Riot police swore allegiance to Putin
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14:17, Iryna Khalip — Politics
After yesterday’s slaughter, I’d like to exclaim, addressing those colourless clones in uniform, like a heroine of the soviet film: “You're Beasts, Messieurs!” But I can’t.
Because they are not messieurs, they are not even beasts. Because beasts do not attack without reason – they are driven by instinct and hunger. The simplification to the one-celled animals naturally suggests itself, but I don’t remember even ameba attack without grounds. So they have nothing to be compared with plant and animal life: their faces are too gloomy to resemble anything, their figures are too shapeless, life is too monotonous. The only their sex character is ribbon club. Even faces of the Politburo members look like Mr. Universe contest in comparison with yesterday’s creatures with clubs. So, they are not worthy of speaking about.
Moreover, I’d like to speak about those, who came out to the square yesterday. They were pushed away with clubs and army boots, but they returned, hoisted the trampled flags, shouted “Long Live Belarus!”, and injured head of Hvedaruk has become the same symbol of resistance as injured several times head of Shchukin. These people despise Lukashenka, but they took to the square in his defence. They had other motivation, of course, they came out to the square to defend state independence, which can be injured by Putin’s visit. But in actual fact they were defending him – despised enemy – that is the highest expression of nobleness.
I don’t know, if Lukashenka has understood what happened and whether he understands anything at all – or he locked the doors in his residence in Drazdy in order Putin not to worm in his sanctum sanctorum. But it was these people, beaten, pushed from staircase, stamped yesterday, who could have save Lukashenka from Putin. He wouldn’t have done anything, he could have just show at the window: “Look, Vladimir Vladimirovich [Putin], I’d like to join the union right now, but my people has rebelled, ready to fight for the country, and the main thing for us is not to enter a war...” They could have done so. But those, with gloom faces and clubs (it seems to answer the description of Homo erectus...), hindered from defence of Lukashenka.
It’s because he knows: people hate him, and thinks that only his servants – Naumau and Padabed, can defend him. But Lukashenka hopes for nothing. Because the servants headed by Naumau and Padabed will show a clean pair of heels to lick boots of a new master with the first blow of the wind in the direction of Russia (or any other direction, it doesn’t matter).
They are likely to serve a new master, because they worked for Putin yesterday, not for Lukashenka. They were brutally making space for quiet stay of Putin in Minsk, for him to have no demonstrations and posters “It’s not Russia here,” and they’d fulfilled the task. So it was the first demonstration of allegiance to the new master.
So they will be the first to sell Lukashenka. And when all servants will take a run, he will have nobody to play hockey with. And he will frighten to go out at all. He will play table hockey at home. Alone. Sometimes with a dog.
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