Capitol Sacrifice

The national idea we have. Not officially supported. Officially denied. But there is. And this is a national idea can be stated in one word – the Empire. That's right, with a capital letter. All desires, aspirations, the spirit of the ordinary Russians – imperial.

Fully, an exemplary manner, to crunch chrome rhythmically marching sovereign tread of boots. Foreigners often accuse us of just that. We are justified, no, that you are solely for the sake of democracy. Maybe enough, it might be worth to be themselves? Yes, we Imperials. Yes, we sleep and see how the land returned to the former Soviet Union under the wings of the eagle. And not just back, but with fatty reparations for two decades of shame.

With thousands of scoundrels Hanged roadsides who too lot yelp, dazed from impunity. Yes we Imperials see our flag over Capitol. AND starwise-striped praying about mercy nor deserving nor mercy nor respect because zassali fight like men – face to face and beat base, on the sly. Yes, we Imperials. What you still need a national idea? Great mighty Empire – to which each of us individually does not mean anything any of us it do not hesitate to sacrifice and not through – considering the sacrifice anything for granted. But instead of illusion of Rights and Freedoms gives us the Empire nesorazmerimo more – a sense of immortality and superhuman strength. And what could be simpler. Recognize. Burn all rust. And to start the mechanism. To people's lives has found meaning and direction. We are not equal to each other. But all are equal before the Empire. And if someone is stretched too far – to shorten, while those who have fallen – to lift the hair and kicking, back into service. But need the will. To bring such a sacrifice. Morality and moral justification for their actions. We all know how to live properly. We have to know that there are four world religions and moral code of the builders communism – that none of the letter did not contradict each other. But to follow the laws, we must remember that they exist. We are slowly dying in a forgetful. A shock is needed. Blood must strike a fountain, to be noticed and bandaged the wound. We can remember yourself. Make yourself remember. Or we make. Then the blood will nesorazmerimo more.

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