Book: Media Sapiens. The story of the third term

If you continue to walk on so high you raised the sword of human thought, we will come...

Understand I avoid these abstruse words like moderators, strategists, media people. I call us just plumbing. You know, when you have a home pipe breaks and shit starts to whip you, call the housing office and call a plumber. Plumber comes and fixes the pipe. And here. When shit starts to whip from all the cracks, call us. We just have one difference from the real plumbers. If it really fixes the pipe, then we just force everyone to believe that shit stopped flowing.

Over the river there were willows.
Low head sklona.
I sold my assets
***leave me!

People get married, ***utsya and there is not what to put on your shoes, - Hochma Gena.

- Anton, you're not afraid of what the project will last for us?
- No, and you? - I light afraid of?
- I am afraid - he answered honestly - not so much as scared a year ago, but I'm afraid.
Don't be afraid, I scoff, - at the very least, taiga view. They say there is a beautiful place. You were in the forest?
- No, - Vadim spits over his shoulder.

Then the audience turned the Amu Darya his consciousness into the mainstream thesis of "smoke without fire".

Here and so easily, two countersunk, three prihlopa, we can say, with jokes Yes humourous catchphrases, we are all deeply immersed in the information field of an atmosphere of fear and hatred...

The money - thing, not interested in a true aristocrat of the spirit...

Yeah. Master pen. Me what tile to put that person.

- Realizing that you are a busy man, Anton, I will try straight to the point.
Yeah, it's time.
- What are you, Arkady Yakovlevich, I'm not in a hurry! - I made izvinyayus face, sending a clear signal that an hour ago was supposed to be somewhere else.

Take, for example, me. Something I do not recall to me yesterday someone congratulated me. About the women with whom I spend leisure time, keep silent. Each thinks that my attitude is not serious, and therefore Valentine's Day to spend with me none of them are going. Especially to give "Valentine". I get vacation, holiday, entertainment is please. But the feast of Saint Valentine is past. However, I'm not particularly worried. <...> Especially considering that lately I often talked with two. Dasha, a secular journalist by profession and a prostitute by vocation, and Sveta, a prostitute by profession and by vocation. Im sure I am not shitting. Could send a card, by the way. But not sent.

For in the beginning was the word. And then came TV. This Scripture, if you remember.

In the court of the fourteenth of February, Valentine's Day, and joyful parties that it has not increased. I wonder where all these happy embracing couple walking in the city with red boxes in the hands or chest presses to red cards in the form of hearts? Where are they, I ask you? Home hug? To go shopping? Scribble each other "Valentine" via e-mail? Or stand in traffic jams as I do? Or maybe no one doesn't like? Maybe I'm right and all of us get sick from each other?

And politics is like genital herpes: catch once - and for life.