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THE FEUDAL ELITE

The feudal elite is arrogant and thick-skinned. It would seem that nothing can disturb her peace and self-satisfied life of being, except for herself. The feudal elite does not notice how exactly the same clone from its own is creeping up on it to wring its smug neck. Nothing will change the order and feudal course of things. The guards of the feudal lord’s chambers will usually (as always) shout: The King is dead, long live the king! And again the feudal, but already new elite will be engaged in balls and feasts, and it wanted to sneeze at the people.

Feudal lords always play for themselves. And this is a purely feudal plot. Although, I must say, any old or new feudal elite always thinks that they will rule forever because they will live no less. This is such feudal psychology. The feudal court creates such boredom around the ruling persons that the feudal lords themselves yawn with longing. Each gaping mouth recalls this eternity.

But what if the people with the genetic clock of the past received news that was not feudal at all? For example, with the bourgeois news that power should be given every five years to a new ruler. Power belongs to the voters, in the vulgar version-to the people, because in the struggle for power, the bourgeoisie lies in the most desperate way. Take the writer Beaumarchais. From the French, the surname Beaumarchais translates “born in the market”. So it is, born in the market, in the bazaar or market square, everyone lies. And the lies of the bourgeoisie are explained by its sole desire to sell its goods to the buyer. So every Beaumarchais lies that power belongs to the people, that is, to the buyer. But not the fact. Most importantly, it should be noted, and I noted that the ruling feudal elite is again the same arrogant and self-satisfied as if there are no Beaumarchais around, but only a crowd of court flatterers and scribblers with chatterers and that’s all. These scribblers create such a background around so insensitive and (supposedly) stupid rulers that it seems that the rulers are dumber than they really are. But in fact, before the feudal elite is selected by its own nurtured feudal rebels, in order to overthrow the current feudal elite, nothing will happen. Because around the feudal elite, very zealous observers are naturally selected, they are also hangers-on, bed-keepers, lackeys at the entrance to the bedroom, cloakroom attendants, weight carriers and even whipping boys (in the Middle Ages there were such). All these boys start banging on each other. Apart from flattery, of course, they do not know how to do anything. And they don’t love each other fiercely.

And what about the feudal lords?

The feudal elite speaks on equal terms only with equals, that is, their own kind. She thinks so. And among the feudal lords all over the world, it is so accepted. In our case, the feudal lords see opponents in their students or in people who have appeared, risen, and become rich only thanks to the main court. For feudal lords, there are only feudal lords, it is elite, so it is ready to argue with her, even ready to fight The rest, arguing and competing with each other, receive orders from the feudal lords. This includes secretaries, scribes, cooks, guards, executioners, public speakers, contemporary art journalists, and political scientists. At the time of the transfer and readiness and change of the feudal elite from one to another, these same journalists and political scientists, analysts are very funny. From the outside, they are a very depressing sight. Are these people so stupid and mean? No. They all don’t want to be thrown away from the feeder, that’s all. There is no longer any cause for concern. Only fear. And the expression of fanatical devotion on his face (hypocritical, of course, for the same reason). And therefore they are even more closely united around the feeder (or the throne, or the regime, or the editorial office, or the studio of some kind, which is the same thing) And not a single ray of light will not penetrate these places. It will not sparkle in the layers. And if it gets in, then a bag of shit will immediately fall from above. And it will cover any hole and this shit is quite specific, and it falls quietly as if it did not conspire with the other bags. (If the light penetrates, then the bags will disappear, the room will be ventilated).

Since ancient times, there was such a “wandering plot” that the girls of the village or village, or castle, or palace do not want a certain Cinderella to see the prince. The prince is one of the variants of the young feudal lord, though in the rut. If he hadn’t been in the rut and had no taste, he would have seen only this crowd of whores, and not Cinderella. But these angry and unhappy women in fear will close their ranks even closer so that the feudal lord in the rut does not see Cinderella. Here is exactly the same picture of the feudal conservative world. That’s why he loses to the market world of Beaumarchais (always loses). That the court ranks form a crowd of their shivering, sweaty bodies around the ruling, smug feudal lords. The best or the most advanced cannot, since the time of Charles Pierrot, or even more ancient, fall into the eyes of those who need it.