Performance of Political Satire

I'd like to say where we got the texts from. Everywhere.

People brought them to us from the street,

and sometimes, toward some texts, even to this day

there is anger.

And these texts were dictated by the righteous anger of the people.

One such text was just brought by Emilian.

You utterly vile scum, Moscow

lackey, you phony pig.

You whorish Marshal, rebellious lout,

stale senility, snot-covered shit, you

ZOMO traitor, vomit-covered louse,

venomous scab, you shitty puppet.

You Russian stray, shit-covered coward,

festering scab, trampled reptile, you

asshole ulcer, you devil's shit.

You stupid mercenary, you mercenary whore, you Russian

soup-slurper, Brezhnev's castoff, you blind faggot,

thickheaded dwarf, you stupid idiot, stinking

son of a bitch, dried-up vile slob, festering ulcer.

You green ape, you scarecrow, pervert

sadist, Judas for rubles, you Russian Marxist, you

rubber truncheon. Wretched occupier, disgrace of the nation,

broken jerk, stinking fart, crawling

worm, grim bastard, red fascist.

You Kremlin lackey, Soviet flunkey, military thug,

Soviet spawn, you crazed speaker, puffed-up

buffoon who's sold out his nation. Hell will swallow you.

Ah.