LONER IN THE RUSH HOUR CROWD. I AM GOING TO KILL - страница 30

And I correspond. So, if there is a dog or son in the house, I try to optimize the homeowner outside his tenure. Of course, I try to work hard and even individually, but «it’s impossible to live in society and be free from it», as the founder of Marxism said. Sometimes this society tactlessly imposes «its society» on me. And I cannot ask my comrades to leave us alone: after all, not to be left alone is their only duty. They are paid money for this: they are the «Praetorian Guard» of every «master of life».

As a materialist and advocate of the law of unity and the struggle of opposites, I will not say, that this only complicates the task: and simplifies too. Optimizing the right dog owner for me is unthinkable. And, behold, the optimization of his «faithful dogs» is sacred! For man the spirit is no greater pleasure than clearing the road to progress, clearing it along with all the obstacles, both standing and lying in the way! These people stand in my way. On the way to a noble goal: an ignoble scum. And, isn’t it a noble cause: to remove this obstacle?! In my opinion, even the question is superfluous. Because this construction is possible only in the affirmative version – and without any «not»!

I will say at once: «Oh, what hard work is this one!» I am convinced: «to drag a hippopotamus out of the swamp» is much easier, than to render in conditions as close as possible to the fighting ones. In conditions when all strategic advantages are on the client side. All but one: my determination to bring this noble cause to the end of my client.

«Through thorns» – it’s not only to the stars, but also to the corpses. And to create thorns this public is able and loves. «The masters of life» are so «confident» in their safety, that even in the toilet they go in the caret of bodyguards. And even though «we have no barriers», and even «there are no such fortresses, that the Bolsheviks could not take» – and this complicates the task and postpones the moment of the triumph of justice.

Alas, but you have to reckon not only with your desire, but also with the reluctance of customers, especially if this desire is supported by at least a bit of professionalism. In such cases, I involuntarily obliged to take into account the reinforced concrete argument «you will not shoot everyone!» And we, intellectuals, do not work with a machine gun: «this is not our method!» What are we intellectuals after that?! Our method is a point strike, and only on deserved heads. So, for work, I have only places… of public use. And these places are only in those places, in which the place belongs to the «masters of life» only!

I agree: that’s unaesthetic. I myself would prefer boudoir to urinal. But only there it is possible to realize the installation «Only once there is a meeting in life, only once a string is torn by a string…". Other opportunities «owners of life» I do not leave.

It is necessary to once again comply in order to penetrate in the holy of holies of business: closed clubs and restaurants. In order to get through the main entrance, I do not have enough resources. I’m not privatizing property, but souls. They will not allow me to the porch in a suit second hand.

I look like a service staff. No, not for the attendants in the hall: there is no adequate flexibility of the camp and the facial muscles in me. I cannot bend over and cry. And it would be necessary, but I cannot. Therefore, the top of the servants for me is her lowland. I’m talking about plumbers and cleaners. I haven’t yet fallen to the janitor, but, behold, I have already risen to the plumber. I can fit – and not just the equipment! For technical reasons, I can apply certain skills. I am not the «master of life»: I am only the owner of the apartment. And, it means, I must be able to fix the valve, tighten the nuts, replace the pipes. So, what if you dip me in… no: just in the lube, I’m still very well… a plumber… or a fitter. The main thing is that from me smelled of specialty a mile away.