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http://www.lenta.ru/photo/2007/08/24/maksgirls/ My dear readers, please, enjoy the photo gallery link above. Like it? You bet. Those hotties are the Russian ladies visiting the MAKS-2007 Aerospace Salon in Zhukovsky, Russia. I would guess that the male part of the public spent equal time observing the airplanes and… what is afterwards, as it is said in the famous Russian aviator’s anthem, ‘Airplanes first and women afterwards.’ Those Russians are true sexists I would say. Now, after you have admired the view let’s imagine you approaching one of those hot chicks with the following: - My dear you look terrific in this outfit. But your country is in terrible shape. Not only it lost territories, industry, social structure and people. The main nation, the Russians are decreasing by a million a year. Predators of all kinds tear the country apart. People are miserable and the future is bleak. So what if I tell you that it all can be reversed and you can get your country even more powerful and prosperous than before on one condition that you forever would wear the outfit of your mom’s? What do you say? I am afraid we all can guess the answer. No way in Hell the babe out there would sacrifice her immediate gratification for anything. Neither would the babe up here as well. This human feature is called Vanity, folks and it is the favorite sin of the Devil as Al Pacino had informed us succinctly in the movie ‘The Devil’s Advocate’. Vanity rules the world. The first scathing critique of Marx and Lenin I heard came from a 17-years’ old schoolgirl, a friend of mine. She merely said that ‘such ugly dwarfs surely could only screw people.’ Perfect logic, folks. We should use it more often. I would love Keith Olbermann to come out with the collective photo of our current powerfolks and say something like, ‘People with these faces belong to the asylum.’ Not a chance- we are too serious here with our entertainment. Taking things seriously can result in deadly consequences if those things are insane. I have my own theory why Soviet Union collapsed as a system. It lost the battle with cleavage, booty and boredom. After proclaiming the equality of women the communist rulers ( that is before mobsters took over) took it too literally. If a woman is a ‘comrade’, she has to share all the hardships of the building of the great future. That means all work and no fun. That means no privacy and no intimacy. That means no distractions like cleavage and booty. That means self- sacrifice. That means no giggling girls and no hot babes. That means that hard construction jobs as well as hard jail sentences are equal for men and women. That means all classical music. That means enjoyment of the overcrowded public transportation. That means no abortions and a lot of laundry. That means no pornography. That means… you can add to my list. Insanity as I said. Imposed hypocrisy backfired big time. Black market, covert prostitution, perversions, abortions with deadly consequences, infant mortality, 50% rate of divorces, overfilled orphanages, female alcoholism, premature deaths of young girls, suicides, drugs, rapes (hussh- hush) pedophilia of the powerful, sex with the minors (covert) STDs, HIV, sterility at alarming rates, women burning themselves in the Eastern Territories, fierce hunting for the ’western’ cloth ( not of good quality), deficit of real relationships, cruelty to children and to each other, you name it. Women fought tooth and nail for cleavage and miniskirts and men supported them with the effort worth building a Paradise. That is there was another side of the coin- men were bored to death. Imagine you are a man and you have to literally ‘march’ together with all the others towards some distant perfect future for all. You have no voice, no decision to make, no deviation ( God forbid, you just want some gratification for yourself); it is all prescribed. You are a comrade and she is a comrade and your children which you will conceive in a comrade-like relationship will be comrades and be like you. Boring as hell, so you can either howl or drink vodka. Great endeavors, giant projects, sacrifices, sacrifices. You all will be happy in 5, 10 20 years.. But I do not want to wait, I don’t give a damn about other people’s happiness, I want my happiness now. Tsk, tsk, those are bad capitalist thoughts. You have to be trained in the Marxist seminars. You are 30 years old, 40 years old, 50 years old, still living with your mother, consummating sex sporadically and seeing your wife deteriorating by the age of 40 but you have to attend the Marxist training or else. Oh, that else. There was always something else. Mobsters in power eventually got bored with everything but else. You lament that there is only one way to bury your dead mother- beware of the else. You are told that you are not mature enough to visit Bulgaria-be happy or else. Your children are screwed at school and you cannot send them to another school-you better consider the else. In the villages people drink themselves to death- that is still better than else. Otherwise all is hunky – dory, we are not that bad considering what happened before under Uncle Joe Stalin. Enjoy your life. That is if you have one. Boredom is the worst thing for men. If you take away the power of an individual decision men deteriorate. They go nuts. They become insane. Russia was full of mentally disturbed men seeking for instant self- gratification and women were eager to provide just that, so anything on the way was to be destroyed. And it was destroyed. Folks, do you know who really won the Cold War. It was not Ronnie Reagan. It was Senator Nancy Katzenbaum and she never knew that. During the TV – bridges in 1980s between Russia and USA I watched them together with the ladies of the family. Senator Katzenbaum was there, answering questions, telling about her career, etc. I noticed that the ladies of ours did not really listen attentively to what she said but rather examined her appearance. After the show I asked them what they were looking at. They said, ‘If that woman at her age could have such legs, USA is a great country.’ Bingo! It would be useless to tell those ladies that Mrs. Katzenbaum was a woman of privilege and that here in the USA we can have plenty of women who screw their legs before the age of 25. They would not have listened. Nancy Katzenbaum’s legs overthrew the mighty Soviet Empire and I would recommend to put a photo of those into the Smithsonian. There is no force in the Universe that can withstand the power of Vanity. We do not read our Shakespeare very well. Otherwise we would remember how King Lear replied to his daughter who complained that ‘ he had all what he needed’ but for some reason was not happy: - Only an animal is satisfied with what it needs only. Human needs extra. Of course, sustenance, food, water, shelter are basic needs and they take preference. But sometimes even those things give a way to vanity. V. Naipol, the Nobel Laureate in literature describes in his ‘ Middle Passage’ his people of Trinidad who do not want to buy their own local coffee ( good quality and cheap) but prefer the Maxwell House (bad quality and expensive) instead. Vanity? Irrational approach? Maybe yes. But let’s take me. I buy fountain –pens. I buy them all the time. I use ink. They are expensive and tough to use but in my childhood I desperately wanted to have one and never had one. I made them myself from the pieces. Now I have access to them and I satisfy my vanity again and again and again. Go figure.
A writer is a rogue goose. All other gees fly in a flock formation; every goose knows his place and time for honking. The rogue goose is undisciplined. He leaves the formation indiscriminately to have a look at it from aside. He roams back and forth, takes a peep at the leader, honks a little bit from behind, distracts everyone and writes on what he sees. Time passes and as he wants to return back to his place he discovers someone else there. Thus he either has to wait until they land for rest or join another flock in emigration. Those other birds could be cranes, storks or even crows. If he makes it he will become a rogue again. Whenever he goes and whatever he writes he never reaches a destination or enjoys a landing. There's only Kipling's God of Fair Beginnings and skies above and beyond. And the only way for a writer to make peace with the Deity is through the language of Poetry
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