Sergei Minayev. Media Sapiens 2. Diary of an information terrorist (№ 305770)

I want people to smile and to look to the future with optimism. But they don't give me a chance to do it. However, I'm trying, but I can't. Believe me. <...> Because the world has been soaked with human hatred for each other. Men hate women, women hate men, parents hate their children, children have a thirst for the death of their parents, superiors are willing to destroy subordinates and subordinates ready to grab the throat of your superiors, then to take their places. MPs hate their constituents, and voters hate those who vote. People hate the oligarchs, hate those people. <...> hate all, while forgetting that everyone around is no better and no worse than themselves. We are all someone's parents and at the same time someone's children. We are bitches-women and goats-men, we someone's boss and someone's subordinate. We are the electorate and the presidency. And most importantly - we are multinational and practice different religions. So why the *** your mother, can't we just get along with each other? It's not so hard, right? It does not require any material costs, mental anguish or wasted calories. All we need is a little tolerance to each other. But no. Border, religion, nationality, political system, economic differences - all this is nothing compared to what truly drives us. The name of this driving force is HATE. <...> There is another. What unites everyone here before the story forward. FEAR. Universal, paralyzing fear. <...> And only the media is not afraid of anyone or anything. <...> don't make it a monster. Just the opposite. She is a pious old man, like Olle Lukoye, who walks with two umbrellas and shows all dreams. Sometimes color, sometimes black. Depending on who ordered what and who deserves what. And since these dreams are of your feelings, the media just chooses from them the most strong. FEAR AND HATRED. It's your favorite, and most importantly, the most sincere feelings, isn't it? <...> Fear and loathing - the only way to manage cowardly and bitter herd. All mirror, isn't it? We play only the music you bought. Only the one you want to listen to. Only that which you deserve. <...> You've learned to fear and hate. Maybe I'll try to learn to love? Too hard? Well, then turn on the TV, you're back in the Studio.