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UPD: 05/06/2014 It does not hurt to lie

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The biggest surprise in the entire current situation for me was the rapid, no, instant screeching of our media. Everyone who tried to pretend to be a journalist just yesterday, today is hitting propaganda - frantic, primitive, evil.

Our television is like a bursting abscess, the newspapers and Lenta that I loved once were glassy-eyed empty stuffed animals of their former selves. There is no journalism left in the country. People - ordinary, sane, it seemed - forgot about everything and lie, lie, lie! The make-up girls lie in Vesti and on Pervoy, the correspondents lie, the editors lie, and the chief editors lie in a big way.

And how do they, I wonder, get it? After all, it seems like two months ago there were people like people? After all, all those who today are so desperately, so passionately lying, could not be completely reborn in a month.

It is known that a person who is forced to lie and impersonate by circumstances, tries by all means to avoid cognitive dissonance - and collects with all his might information that would help him to justify himself, to prove to himself that he does not lie and does not imitate. Rational thinking has nothing to do with it: everything is decided by emotions. After all, liars and scoundrels can not live, considering themselves so. Therefore, they convince themselves that their truth is such. What others lie. That they just protect themselves and their side. And therefore they are right. Their position is vulnerable, fragile, and any support for these liars and scoundrels is very important: after all, they tried to educate them as good people in childhood, and now they have a hard time. Any praise, any recognition is important to them.

And here we read: Vladimir Putin awarded more than three hundred journalists with orders for "objective coverage of events in the Crimea." Well, in general, in Ukraine. Orders and medals - to correspondents, presenters, showmen, chief editors ... "Alexandra Nevsky", "For Merit to the Fatherland" and "Order of Honor". Okay, the correspondents still - they climbed into hell by order. And Kulistikov and Solovyov for what ?!

The first thing that comes to mind: these are not labor awards, but military ones. After all, supposedly, military time, and therefore, enemies on the other side, which means that the feather must be equated with a bayonet. In war as in war.

And then you think: who started this war? Who conjured Bandera and fascists, UNA-UNSO, who fanned hysteria among Russian-speaking Ukrainians and Ukrainian Russians, who for six months told them about the Lviv massacre for breakfast and about Kharkov hangings for lunch? Who has turned the Right Sector out of a handful of areal marginals, who had no name before, into the central force of Ukrainian nationalism? And who, most importantly, this nationalism crammed with growth hormones, month after month pouring lies all over Ukraine?

Now, yes, war. Now on each side are the dead. Now there is no longer either the right or the guilty. Now the anthill is set on fire, you can shake off your hands, step aside and stare, taking an "impartial position."

So: you guys did it. They invented it in the Kremlin, but you did it. Each of you who did not want to change jobs. Who was afraid of lower salaries. Who simply did not know how to object to the boss. Who convinced himself that he was right.

“Polite people” - GRU special forces - maybe they didn’t kill anyone. And you killed. It will not be easy for you to live with this. It’s better to lie to yourself as you lied to others. Better to expand and forget.

Your medals are not rewards. This is Putin giving you morphine in syringes.

Wash today. And remember those that you wash.

Dmitry Glukhovsky - Journalist