Non-election advertising
The Russification of Lithuania continues and the autumn season promises lots of Russian music. At the harvest festivals and in the Gariunai, it is only the "bullshit" of retarded municipal politicians to "pollinate" even the cranial parts of the cotton-wool electorate, where the brain should be. Unfortunately, the brains of the "fuckers" themselves are without bends, so they simply cannot understand the processes going on, and the "minimum wage" in the government office beckons them like the manna of heaven, even though it is not only for carrying leaflets through the people that one has to work.
Everybody wears it, even those who are so fond of planting forests and sowing icing sugar about green energy and sustainability with magic wheels or cycles. The lying cycles are much more sustainable because they happen every four and five years.
Et, not a lie, just the painless word populism.
I remember a lot, like the Minister of Culture's promises to switch off Russkilltour. That is fine, he does not understand Russian, but it does not change the meaning of the propaganda and the rivers of lies still turn into a sea of slurry and blood instead of water. In Ukraine and not only there.
Under normal market conditions, Russian music would have had no place, because it is competition for local artists, who should fight against itprotecting our small piece of the pie, but the constant elections for anything and everything are getting in the way. Yes, it is the elections and their constant marathon that feed the mouths of many artists/groups, big or small, not only politicians, but also all kinds of campaigns for something, or the opening of TV seasons, new year parties or some other discovery of the post-Soviet world. Free concerts and lunches from the pockets of all our taxpayers. Even cheap elections, where the parties' rubbish is paid for by subsidies rather than business. Everything and everywhere "free", followed by lamentations about the lack of money for the border guard dog's dignified pension. The one who worked for nothing. For those who want to tax robots, the idea is on the table - all animals are equal and must pay taxes equally.
Not Orwell, just Animal Farm, where lies are truth and war is peace, with billboards all over Lithuania, simplifying everything into a portrait of a jar of cucumbers.
