Book: Rage. Page 3

If someone on the street will start to call the people to the ballet by Tchaikovsky, and the other will call for a concert of Pugacheva, it is clear where to go the most.

The dream of building communism collapsed under the pressure of dullness as all light dies under his pressure. People who think about how to fuck the neighbor's wife, always more than those who want to benefit humanity.

Rudeness of any intellectual has the moral right to respond with the same rudeness.

But this sack of money... sorry, the car... even the train of gold, they gave for what they lost instead of power... changing it for the power of the bankers, financial magnates... These few people are the richest people in the world.

The country is hungry, maybe because she has such a well-fed Minister of Finance.

Kolomiets, seeking to show that his farm is not so scary, commanded to bring him the thingy Doo, went through channels, but, unfortunately, everywhere was games, games, games... grown men with the brains of babies excitedly guessed the letters in the word "mother", competed, at whom long ears, who are more forgotten school teachers...

Once gets into the hands of the camera, everyone tries to squeeze himself in the shooting field. Yesterday, the journalist interviewed the Minister of war, so in fifteen minutes, the Minister has shown for... minutes! And all the rest of the time, a loved one, smart, relaxed, and beautiful.

In the media the most important - energy, drive, chutzpah!

Another humanity we have. Not anywhere at all. Neither on Mars nor on Tau Ceti. There are those who are interesting to listen to on TV, sleeping with whom fashionable Canary, than the reasoning of philosophers.

When a person decides to do something, he seeks only confirmation of his innocence. And any comment seems like a personal insult.

When the apartment fire, only an idiot would stand on the balcony and do exercises in the fresh air.

No one in our judicial system don't believe. Yes, and in fact, too many of these hardened murderers, taken with arms in his hands over the bodies of the victims, being released very soon.

Yet ridicule the tragic love of Romeo and Juliet, for us the sacred name of Shakespeare, but after a few years on them will start to openly mock! They say, two idiots .. Love is certainly good, but not to be killed actually? The subject of love is easy to replace.

We also belong to the Western world, though much poorer, but the ideals are the same small and petty: a lot of grub, warm closets, videoapparatura, less work, higher wages, and that no ideas, no goals companies.