being wasted on antediluvian methods of struggle with the main ideological opponent who is now becoming our gentle friend. ArielCohen said it brilliantly, by the way: “It’s just that they reset relations, but forgot to warn the spies about it”.But the journalist sounds like a true patriot. And someone clever, I would even say quick-witted, uttered the PR spin-story about thegreat “Operation Yasenevo”, exclusively in a private conversation, of course. So that the patriotic element would ring out first andforemost, front and centre, after which even words about the “grand fiasco” sound practically like the Russian national anthem beingplayed over untimely-departed heroes.Living in a twisted reality, we don’t even notice at what moment we lose ordinary common sense. And that’s the whole point.Twisted reality accustoms one to clichés. Like “Russia is rising up from its knees”. You gradually stop pausing to think even aboutthe meaning of these words. Cliché triumphs over reason. You don’t need details, your own fact-finding inquiries. The greatoperation — this is a cliché. Questions about archaic intelligence-gathering methods in a modern computerised world where findingthe person whose name is in a fake passport poses absolutely no difficulty at all, — this is details. A country needs to be proud ofits heroes, about whom president Medvedev, I hope, found out from his own special services, and not from his colleague Obama.This is our beauty Chapman, and no amount of taxpayers’ money is too much to spend on her, because just a little bit more — andshe would have managed to get to some prime minister, or president, or prince someplace, and we would have collected thedividends.The person who is thinking up the template about the great operation by Russian intelligence is taking the audience’s clichédperception into account. When a minister laughs on account of a trifle of several thousand dollars that he allowed himself to spendon breakfasts, he is also taking into account the order of magnitude of the numbers that don’t rattle the consciousness of theaudience, because it has been acclimatised not to react to numbers even more significant than this. When we say “ONLY threedied” during a bombing somewhere in the North Caucasus, this signifies that they have acclimatised us to blood and to the order ofmagnitude of the numbers.And journalists live in this twisted reality. And their reactions change. Something that would have evoked laughter 10 years ago, orindignation, or a host of questions, or wild investigative-journalistic activity, today comes down to giving voice to the poppycock ofthe creators of the twisted reality. As if the dear old Soviet Union had never existed, in which we all had already gone through allthis thanks to the efforts of those very same creators of reality (well, or slightly more clever ones).Don’t even bother re-reading Orwell’s “1984”; just watch the English film of it again. And, perhaps, in five minutes of hatred on thescreen you will catch your own reaction to the film about Lukashenka as performed on NTV. It is of no interest to talk about theauthors of the film. But about colleagues, who say: what is there to be outraged about here, there’s nothing new that we didn’talready know about “big daddy”, and here the demschizos
are all outraged now, as if they haven’t written the same thingsthemselves.Well yes, they removed one cliché and replaced it with another. He used to be our own son-of-a-bitch, but now he’s not ours anymore, and he’s even a bit of a fascist at that. And the audience gasped. And everybody’s talking about “big daddy”. Hello, this isn’tabout “big daddy”, this is about our own, totally home-grown, creators of twisted reality. About those who picked off NTV in orderthat, years later, they could place a custom order with this channel to engage in brainwashing. Ah, the irony of fate! “Big daddy”hasn’t changed, after all. Just yesterday our power loved him passionately. But you can put a diametrically opposite text under oneand the same photo or one or the same movie still. And you no longer have the lovable Labrador retriever between the shiny bootsof Putin and Lukashenko, chummily reclining in armchairs in sunny Sochi. Now a brown shadow lies on the forehead of the dictatorfrom a neighbouring country. The journalist diligently pastes together the custom-ordered product. The audience bursts out with ashout: “Shame, Lukashenko!”When my colleague says we did not learn anything new about “big daddy” from this film, he honestly doesn’t understand what ishappening. Or does he genuinely believe that any methods are acceptable relative to the son-of-a-bitch? And yet this samecolleague is completely rationally prepared to be outraged when they make the same kind of film about Saakashvili or aboutKhodorkovsky. Sometimes even by the very same authors. Because he personally does not regard these two as sons-of-bitches.But the methods are the same, aren’t they? Just yesterday he would still have been outraged by NTV’s heavy-handed propaganda,but today he is ready to only be outraged by it selectively.And this is the twisting of reality, which achieves objectives. People lose the appropriate response. Black no longer seems to beblack to us. What is frightening stops being frightening. What is funny stops being funny. What is shameful becomes the norm.Readers of
stop being outraged by the modest misappropriations of an inefficient minister. Decent journalists stand withtheir mouths open wide to make it easier to feed them all kinds of tommyrot, which they then broadcast to the audience. Theaudience, after nearly a decade of non-stop telelobotomy, is ready to hate whomever it is told to hate, and to love whomever it iswilled to love. We have become an odd country indeed, with which the creators of the twisted reality can do whatever they please.And they do.
demschizos – The Russian neologism
, which combines “democrat” and “schizophrenic”, is a highly derogatory term for radicalsupporters of democratic reform whom everybody else regards as hysterical fanatics, sometimes used as a blanket description for anybody who isin opposition to the power.—