Russian glamour has intellectual disabilities.

Russian glamour has intellectual disabilities.

Glamour still does not understand just how alien it is to the horror Putin wants to make the norm in the country.

Whores with “Vuittons,” blue-haired freaks, restaurateurs, major dealers, theater directors—they party and dance; they try to entertain Russian fascism and please it.

But it is already time for them to run for their lives. There are not that many sleeping spots left under the bridges of the Seine and the Thames.

The regime is gradually beginning to sink its teeth into the layer of heirs to the 1990s that is alien to it.

Logical.

99% of the elite does not fit into the cultural code of the Russian Reich. All of it will be purged.

Glamour has already played out its role. Today, the population will gleefully spit into the holes it dug.

Well, they will start with all sorts of small fry. With stage encephalopaths like Ivan Zolo.

(He, let us recall, sucked up to and groveled before the Kremlin to the fullest.) The little fool thought his holy-fool act before the orcs of Donetsk, virtual kisses of the little suitcase, and cries in support of the special military operation would count in his favor.

But no: the Chekists took Comrade Dolo right on stage, during a concert—and carried him off in an unknown direction. (video)

And the ladies at balls and their cavaliers are next in line.

No matter how they mug for Instagram, no matter how they howl about “the great Putin” and the sanctity of the special military operation—the authorities smell their hypocrisy.

They will carry them off too.

Nevzorov

@nevzorovtv