The Best Bitch on the Net, English version, 15

15. FASCISM & WILD SLUTTY DANCING...))

“And it just so happened that their cunning plan was destined to come to fruition!” exclaimed Wie-the-Poo.

“What do you mean?” asked Pigletty politely, for the sake of propriety.
“At the very beginning of Gopher's reign, everyone seemed to be perfectly normal people who understood that the most important things in life were family and peace, when on holidays or weekends everyone gathered around a large table and were simply quietly happy, engaging in relaxed and, in essence, non-committal, unhurried conversation...” The elders recalled past exploits, the young people playfully and slightly aggressively asked silly questions — in a word, everything was fine. In art, anything goes, just like in sex, if it suits everyone involved in the process. The best art is avant-garde, because the path is the main thing, and it is the avant-garde that has always led people forward, toward something new that was once obvious to everyone as an end in itself...

Not everyone immediately recognized gopher as Gopher... Somehow, everyone was sure that after so much shit that had been swallowed by many generations, it would be impossible to repeat the same madness that had long since pissed everyone off... But it turned out that everyone was wrong... It turned out that the shit of our ancestors was much stronger and more pungent than everyone thought... Gradually, portraits of Gopher appeared on the walls of the offices of lower-level officials, although no one forced anyone to do so at first... The avant-garde was recognized as liberal heresy, giving way to idiotic detective stories and primitive melodramas for the masses... Music became “singing cowards” or impotent protest rap by some stoned people who could barely turn their tongues... And when a couple of generations grew up on this cultural faeces, sincerely believing that the existing state of affairs was the only possible version of reality, Gopher, who by that time had become the nation's beloved leader, showed his true colours and... started the War…” Wie-the-Poo sighed heavily...    

“Wait...” Pigletty stopped his restless friend. “Who exactly do you consider to be the masses?”

“Well,” Wie-the-Poo was momentarily taken aback, "they're people who don't care about anything except satisfying their own physiological needs, who are incapable of independent and critical thinking, who blindly believe everything they hear and see from the media serving the authorities, who are uneducated, aggressive, self-confident for no reason, thinking in ready-made samples, as if they were the embodiment of their ancestors' shit, as if they were their ancestors themselves; such as fecaloids, seemingly consisting entirely of morally outdated shit, incapable of perceiving beauty, impervious to Bach's music, giving a fuck about Tolstoy and Dostoevsky, and so on... – Wie-the-Poo sighed again, – And so I don't understand what sense or use there is in them! In the past, when robotics was not sufficiently developed and there was no acceptable level of automation in production, they were needed to work in plants and factories, cultivate fields, harvest crops, and so on... But that was in the past... And now, what are they all for? To ruin my life?

“Hmm... You're a fascist, buddy! Or maybe even worse than that—a nationalist!” You'll soon be saying that bears are cooler than pigs! – Pigletty was indignant. – We've known each other since childhood, and you've always been a bit strange! I don't even know where all this comes from. Where is the source of your worries? Maybe you should see a psychologist?

“Uh-huh...” Wie-the-Poo smiled bitterly, "to the fuckerist... Maybe it's better to just turn myself in to the police? You see, Pigletty, I just don't like it when the very fact of my existence is ignored...
After all, what distinguishes the intelligentsia from the masses?
"Well, well, what is it, Mr. Philosopher?” Pigletty teased his friend in a friendly manner.

“The intelligentsia never ignored the common people. On the contrary, it always reached out to them, wanted to teach them something, tried to understand their inner workings. The whole revolution was once built on making life better for the common people. But the commoners never reciprocated the intelligentsia's feelings. On the contrary, they always betrayed her, because the only thing they were seriously interested in was rape the mistress and burning down the estate, and then sobering up the next day and scratching their heads, and even then without any remorse...

“Yeah... I see you don't like the common people very much...” grunted Pigletty.
Wie-the-Poo was silent for a moment, then put his paw on his friend's shoulder and said:

“You've heard the saying, ‘Give them an inch, they'll take a mile!’? That's why I don't like any of them...”

“Ah, I see, I see, I see...” laughed Pigletty. “Mr. Philosopher is seeking justice! And he believes, you Jewish bastard, that he alone knows what is just and what is not... Funny, funny…” 

They both fell silent again. After a short pause, Wie-the-Poo raised his head again and said quietly but confidently:

“The thing is, I am me, and you are you... You simply shouldn't exist at all...”
“Are you saying that I shouldn't exist?”

“No, no!” exclaimed Wie-the-Poo. "I'm talking about ‘you’ as a substance, as a concept, as the very concept of a ‘second person’...
"Of course! Only Jewish faces like yours should remain in the world!” Pigletty suddenly took offense.

“I didn't say that!”

“You'd better never say anything at all!” Pigletty grumbled, abruptly getting up from the bench. “That's it, we'll talk tomorrow, I'm swamped with work today!”
Wie-the-Poo sat alone in the autumn park for a long time. It was damp and cloudy. Both outside and inside... Finally, looking around and making sure that there was no one else in the park but him, he took his laptop out of his backpack...



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