The Whole Country Rebelled Against the Mustachioed Senile

It is pointless to try to catch all the people.

Actually, I even feel a little sorry for the lackeys of dictatorship. Dirty, sweaty, tired, day and night, they rush around the city in disgusting black masks-balaclavas, some in civilian clothes, some in uniform, and some in olive rags. Some with the smell of fumes, some with dilated pupils, some seem to be normal, but all the same, all are equally screwed up.

Dozens of minibusses, cars with flashing lights, and paddy wagons are rushing around the city. It feels like the country is on fire. It flashes here and there. And it's like this every day and more than once a day.

As soon as you disperse the students on the university's porch, you already need to rip off the flag on the "Cascade." You just stole flowers from Aliaksandr Tarajkouski's memorial, but candles are already lit there. And the same spiteful inscription - "We will not forget, we will not forgive" - again appears through the gray paint.

And not everyone gets to arrest a basketball star at the airport (here you can get an autograph by slipping something instead of the protocol). At the same time, someone needs to wander around the courtyards of Serabranka, trying to spot an evening march or a flag hung. And here you can get lost, and stumble, and get some kind of injury.

You just captured the administrator of one telegram channel, but a new channel was already created by a different administrator. And not just one. In the meantime, the personal data of employees is still published. Some characters' house entrance has been painted with the words "murderer" and "executioner", and the car has been ennobled. And the employees themselves now and then drop everything and quit, or simply sabotage the orders given.

Day after day, under the barking of Balaba and Karpenkau, the rest are running around trying to catch the mythical "organizers" of the protest, and do not see that the organizer is next to them. The very mustachioed senile with a machine gun, against whom the country rebelled.

It is pointless to try to catch all the people; even Bastille would not be enough, not to mention Akrestina and Zhodzina. It's easier to stop it all. And all that is needed to do is to isolate the cockroach by taking him into custody.

Sooner or later, it will end with the same. But it is better early to not get completely stained in the blood of the people, not be among the executioners, whose search will become a holy mission for the next generation after the dictatorship.

I hope no one has forgotten how the SS officers changed names and documents and fled to countries without extradition? There is no need to delay the end of the dictator at the risk of bringing your own.

Maksim Viniarski, specially for Charter97.org

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