Polish President Lech Kaczynski and his delegation had crashed his plane while flying at the ceremony commemorating the 70th anniversary of the Katyn massacre.
So much we know.
What happened next? Most of us could slightly see through tearful eyes:
affair broke up, which I called the Grand National Festival of hysteria and empty phrases. As in the title.
"Oh, Gregory! Do you have a heart? - You could ask. - Why, the President of hiding! After all, is a national tragedy! "
" How dare you, kanalio "- You could be lifted.
And I would answer you, that you shoot with a ram into the wall, went for a walk or do something to cool off a bit. Anything to turn again to think he is a good chance that the pain, sorrow and sense of loss is the result of the applied media for us on Saturday coma reason.
blank password, full of emotion but devoid of meaning, lofty epithets, rueful gibberish - it is the means used to tell us that this is gone from us "great statesman", died "Elita Polish Intelligence", uwiądł "Flower of the Nation" ...
began winding up a collective hysteria, control feelings of the herd, to engender a sense that this is an era ends - all with the lack of any respect for anyone's intelligence.
And that's why I'm angry, because for me it's hypocrisy and so.
Few in the media, these people liked, they did not trust anyone - as long as they lived, we all went after them as after burych souks, and now the mourning over the "lost the flower of Polish public life."
More Consequently, please.
This is a tragedy families of those killed and their friends. Only. The rest of us will not touch it in any way. Waffling about "orphaned nation" only arouses laughter. The world will not end, the Germans did not start raping our women. The grief of the show offends both killed, and us, especially in the context of what we thought about the dead and what they talked about their lives. Do not kid yourself - for most of us have the password "public official", "Mr RP" or "President of the Republic" was always just another pierdzistołka quarrelsome, believing that what is born in the vacuum of his wyżartego water and pride of mind is revealed truth, which we ingest, as an elderly porn stars - you know what ...
moderation!
president is an officer of the state bureaucracy, not Alexander the Great! I'm missing yet in all this, the ensemble of professional mourner and the terracotta army - as a nation in despair, torn and the sky is crying now ...
I understand that the power needs of such performances, but you? What it gives you? I'm asking seriously. I try understand the phenomenon ...
sad that in Poland to become a national hero enough to give to go on a stool, much of it napierdzieć, and perish in the flames of glory a pointless, worthless, but necessarily beautiful , death ...
moderation!
wariujmy No, do not get overdone pathos or unnecessary hysteria. I'm disgusted with pathos, as is most often insincere, calculated to call for cheap emotion.
Let's not impose the only correct assessment of these events and their victims. Do not be ashamed to say what they really feel. Let us be consistent in their feelings and evaluations. I know it's difficult. Sentences different from the public force is unpopular - anyone who dares to proclaim it runs the risk of ostracism and criticism.
I understand the temptation to feel like the other crows and crow as they are, but remember - do not crow think crows are feeling.
If this is patriotism on their part, are only patriotic moment, the moment that will quickly disappear and be forgotten. Patriotism, it's so easy - all you need to do is to form together in the rain with a candle in paw ... It was the same as John Paul II died. What does this have? I dare say that shit.
And all that unity and solidarity soon will flow into the drain as the sperm into the prison shower. Even so at times, remember? The Day After Tomorrow festival mood will pass, and again we return to our gray obszczanej, provincial Indeed, so maybe you're right - Zach the pathos, while it lasts ...
course, I wish it were otherwise, so that from today all the Poles grabbed hands and singing "red rose, white flower, parara" moved toward the rising sun, to jointly build a better future for themselves in an atmosphere of brotherhood and unity bordering on homosexual love.
Unfortunately, I am a realist. We all know how it will. It is this lack of illusions, juxtaposed with what is happening on the streets creates huge dissonance in me and disgust.
Perhaps my hand, it is cynicism, a lack of respect for the values \u200b\u200b(sorry - values) and extreme callousness, but it would be much easier for me to ponder (and even feel the sadness) over this loss if it is not accompanied by continuous pumping of the work, we bogoojczyźnianych, sików media.
hysteria is not conducive to a sad reverie .... would be much easier to me to feel all those feelings that should accompany the decent people at such a moment, if I did not feel compelled to them if Journalists them to me, and extorted łapiącymi pompous language of the heart by black and white music videos of the burning Tupolev. I think that is insulting my intelligence and capacity for independent living the emotion ...
not going to let someone directed my feelings ...
And now let's hold hands and with tears in his eyes, trembling voices sing "Rota."
