Public opinion is tormented by propaganda - a Russian viewpoint

Started by yankeedoodle, January 21, 2022, 04:39:10 PM

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yankeedoodle

A brilliant explanation of propaganda from a Russian, but that can be applied in any country, from: 
Tanks of Russian history
Russian public opinion is tormented by propaganda
https://zavtra.ru/blogs/tanki_russkoj_istorii

QuoteRussian p[P]ublic opinion is tormented by propaganda. Russian c[C]onsciousness beats in hysterics....Every day a small bubble pops up and bursts in the information space, giving rise to a storm of comments, ardent judgments, claiming to be omniscient, contradicting one another, creating a grandiose universal absurdity.

Can you trust these bubbles that float to the surface? And from where, from what depth do they emerge to us? What secret, cruelly despising reality emits them to the surface?

There is an insect called the wasp rider. This is not the wasp with a wonderful black and gold body that sits on a vase of cherry jam, and we scoop it out with a teaspoon. The wasp-rider has a thin long body, graceful fragile wings, tenacious paws. She is looking for a fat caterpillar crawling in the grass, which tirelessly chews grass leaves, building up its fatty flesh. A wasp-rider sits on a caterpillar astride, rolls up its flexible body with a pretzel, releases a hairy sting called "ovipositor" from its tail, pierces the caterpillar's skin with this sting, lays testicles in the depths of its body and flies away. The larvae hatch from the testicles and begin to eat the caterpillar from the inside. The caterpillar eats the grass, the larvae eat the caterpillar. And when the time comes for the caterpillar to turn into a chrysalis, a flock of female wasps flies out of it, and only one husk remains from the caterpillar.

This is how the special services lay their eggs in the obese consciousness of the layman, from which the larvae of nightmares, illusions, and militant hatred hatch. These larvae devour the brain of the inhabitant, leaving a sticky puddle of it. And the layman will never know who drank his brain, what mysterious creature laid the eggs of death in him.