From Oriental Review.org, a good dissection of the CIA-sponsored cultural terrorism of Pussy Riot.
It doesn’t matter that Putin isn’t a “good guy”. Putin’s goodness is irrelevant to the ethics of CIA interference and mind-control operations. The fact that your neighbor is beastly to his wife doesn’t mean you have a right to assault his daughter:
“To illustrate the Russian public reaction on pussy-provocation we are posting a fragment of the open letter to Sir Paul McCartney written by a Russian priest. (He replied to the recent touching message of the British star in support of the ‘rioters’).
“Dear Sir Paul,
Some months ago Russia witnessed an act of evil. We, Russian believers, perceive this event in this way. In the church, built in honor of freeing Russia from Napoleon’s invasion, in the church which for us is the greatest national shrine, four young girls began to dance right before the altar swearing, singing sacrilegious songs and offences to Patriarch, who is for all of us the spiritual leader and honorable man. All this Bacchanalia was filmed and blown the world. Needless to say what a shock and spit in the soul we, Russian orthodox religious people, had experienced.
Several weeks before this event Pussy Riot tried to do something similar in another Moscow church. They were politely asked out without giving this public utterance. They conducted a similar action in the Red Square, just exactly where you, dear Sir Paul, gave your concert. And again, sacrilege and twisting were left without any consequences. At last, before the “action” in the Church of Christ the Savior members of Pussy Riot cropped up and performed an act of group sex with their partners in the State Zoo Museum in the broad daylight and in the presence of visitors including children. Video and photos of this effrontery were also made public in Internet and shown over the central Russian TV channels.
Sir Paul, I would like to ask you whether you consider these actions normal? What could happen in future if these so called punk rock performers who in reality have nothing to do either with punk movement or with rock music were not stopped? Of course, times are changing and in the “civilized world” this is probably considered normal, but I cannot imagine that musicians of Beatles group even with their nonconformity would allow something alike in the presence of children in a museum. There exist some norms of moral, decency, ethic, good and evil, not necessarily connected with this or that religion, which nobody can neglect. Because if the people overstep this limits, they will lose the character of Homo Sapiens and become the animal.
Dear Sir Paul, I am sure that you and other famous musicians were misled as to the essence of this latter event and came out for Pussy Riot without knowing these details. That is why I ventured to let you know the position of Russian believers. In your letter addressed to Pussy Riot you struggle for the freedom of art and self-expression. Nobody is against. Everything – freedom, art and self-expression – are elementary rights which God gave every man. As Lord Jesus Christ is teaching us, You shall know the Truth, ant the Truth shall make you free (The Gospel According to John, ch. 8, para. 32). Christianity is the religion of lovers of liberty and free-thinking people.
And in the present Russia our desire to be free is multiplied by that life experience in totalitarian communist state which we, Russians, had. Sir Paul, please note that the Russian Orthodox Church did not call upon to punish Pussy Riot: judicial proceedings took place upon the court petition of private persons who had been deeply offended by their act. And I understand those people. When Pussy Riot blasphemes in the street, it is their private affair. Many people do the same. But if they break into our church disturbing praying people, blaming our God, out faith, our Patriarch, they offend personally each of us.
Please tell me, Sir Paul, what would be your reaction if during your concert somebody run onto the scene and began to break your instruments, hindering your performance and then took your microphone and in dirty words offend everything that is dear and sacred for you, i.e. your wife, your parents, your art, your moral values? Would you call it self-expression and freedom of art or consider it as usual disorderly conduct? And what would you do in such a situation? I think that as a man possessing chivalry you would not wait for the guard but take actions against such a person yourself.
Probably the sentence for Pussy Riot is somewhat severe. But it was passed by the judiciary bodies. Wishing these young women good, please understand also us, orthodox believers. To nobody we wish ill, prison, long time in prisons, but at the same time we wish that our shrines for which not in so far past our fathers and grandfathers spilled blood, were subjected such an affront. It was not us who pitched the members of Pussy Riot group but it were they who plunged into our church and insulted deeply the present people and thousands of Internet users, which saw the movie with this sacrilege. They mocked before the God’s altar. And we wish not long terms in prison for these ill-educated and disorderly women but only that something similar will never take place in any of our churches.
With all due respect,
Hegumen Sergy (Ribko),
Rector of Moscow Church of Holy Spirit, in the 1970s – drummer of a rock-group and member of hippies movement.”
Comment:
Some have pointed to Pussy Riot’s elaborate and thoughtful (I would say, pretentious) political statements as proof that the group is genuine.
I read through the manifestos and was even more convinced that the whole thing is yet another intelligence psyop.
The girls compared themselves, modestly, to Jesus, Dostoevsky, Socrates, Solzhenitsyn etc. etc.
Tut.
Pompous, rude twits AND bad artists.
A too-fer.
Pussy Riot talks too much to be genuine rebellion.
The trio remind me of one of those modern paintings with ten paragraphs of explanation for each boring blob. Anything that needs that much explanation in polysyllabic words shows the dead hand of agitprop not the living touch of art.
I got news for ya, sweets.
Art ain’t big on manifestos.
Jesus – never wrote a book. Spoke in parables. Threw the merchants out of the temple. Didn’t desecrate it.
You’re thinking of Aleister Crowley, not Rabbi Yeshua.
Socrates – never wrote a book. Asked questions and drew out answers from the man on the street.
Solzhenitsyn – wrote good books, not pamphlets. Submitted himself to his tradition.
Dostoevsky – Real books, not agitprop.
Books take effort and thought. Agitprop takes ego. Especially, lascivious, bigoted agitprop.
Rioting is not rebellion.
Meanwhile, the hypocrisy of the West in all this takes away the breath.
In the US, there is NO major media outlet that dares to expose things as they really are, without adding its sly twist, its sin of omission or commission into the mix.
Each has an agenda, some more, some less. With millions of agendas clashing, the noise is continuous. We can barely hear our own thoughts through them, let alone our consciences.
We have marine vets threatened with psychiatric confinement for two sentences on Facebook. Every word written or spoken by activists is monitored, collected and analyzed. Even casual words spoken by ordinary citizens.
TV and print media are a pack of lies or distraction, for the most part.
Drive down the road and forget a paper, you are liable for hundreds of dollars. Do that a few times, you pay in the thousands, more than the average man earns in a month.
If they even think you have contraband, they pull down your pants, bend you over and search your anus manually.
Women are spreadeagled like whores over the front pages, shaved and displayed like specimens in a lab, categorized like butchers’ cuts according to the shape, size and age of the parts.
Girls are spread out like this.
This is called “sexy.”
We live and die for “sexy.”
Yes. This is sexy like factory-farming or a slaughterhouse is sexy. It is the sexy of serial killers and psychopaths. It is John Wayne Gacey sexy.
This is empowerment of women, our special gift to the world.
And we have our own Defender of the Vagina, Naomi Wolf, to speak up for the new cloacal revolution.
For this joy of letting it all hang out, without consideration or feeling or judgment or modesty or shame or any shade of feeling, except the one supreme one of modernity – utter shamelessness.
The shamelessness not even of the brazen, but of the utterly ignorant. The shamelessness not of people who reject their forefathers, but of those who don’t even know they have them.
What’s the matter, mama. People acting like they got no mamas, Kuzhali Manickavel likes to say.
People acting like they have no teachers, no churches, no histories.
Each day brings a fresh propaganda assault, a new idiocy.
Blogs are hacked, wikipedia is manipulated, activists are harassed and jailed. Public office is bought and sold, journalists lie, stalk, and assault people for a living, calling it freedom of expression.
TV is filled with porn propaganda or war propaganda.
The women on them are cretinous puppets, giggling and shaking their cleavages in hopes it will make up for the drivel spewing out six inches up.
From left to right, activist leaders have shown us their clay feet and their idle talk.
They are all eunuchs, every one of them, and their followers too, leading us no where, blowing soap bubbles and massaging our backs in the tub, while the house is on fire, while the mandarins of global order relentlessly add piece upon piece to their master plan, while the spymasters run non-stop assaults on our souls with twisted lies.
And this is the culture from which Putin is denounced?
If Russia today has cancer, in which part of the world did the cells first metastasize?
Wasn’t it here?
Was Marx a product of Russia?
Who spits out the global porn industry, which has turned the diminutive for a beloved pet into slang for genitals?
Isn’t more than 80% of porn from the US?
We are the p**** peddlers of the world. The kings of the sex-trade and the sultans of child-rape.
The masters of huckstering and packaging and hyping and pimping everything, including our sons and daughters.
Who controls the drug trade? Who sells the arms? Who instigates and meddles and lectures and bombs? Who has been at war every year with now this, now that country?
Who meddles in the currency and trade of every country?
Who dumps its waste in pitiful backwaters in the third world, and bribes the worst elements there to the top? Who hides in off-shores havens and manipulates economies to extract their value, then runs, leaving ruin behind?
Who sells junk financial products of no value – none – and extracts real value from everyone else?
Isn’t this slavery?
Aren’t we the slave masters of the world, fat, crude, and lascivious, our tongues out, drooling in front of every base act, sniggering and leering, peering, and calling this freedom?
Freedom to be base and barbaric.
Freedom of pornocracy and fascist finance and race supremacism and hatred of goodness that masquerades as universalism and rights and liberalism and freedom.
It’s not a free world we have. It is an enslaved world. A world of slaves.
Bondage and submission, indeed.
Bondage to the flesh and submission to the father of lies.
Our p****** can riot and our c**** can party.
But upstairs, our brains have been foreclosed on and the debts have come due on our souls.