ETWAS SISYPHUS, ETWAS SACHER-MASOCH Der ... - The Greens

Nevertheless, everything that generally has happened in Ukraine over the course of
the second post-revolutionary year is nothing but a full-scale remake of what once was in the
past. In a few words you can describe the essence of what happened as follows:
and in the opposition)
the unrestrained impudence of Ukrainian political animals (both those in power
a complete disregard by them of the possible reactions of society (unfortunately,
not without grounds, because in fact there have been no reactions)
a cynical manipulation of the electorate with an even more cynical and further
deception of it, the treatment of it as a “biomass” or “population”—as though it were the good
old days.
In the case of the normal functioning of a civil society, the aforementioned
political animals would have been necessarily and immediately punished. They—to express it
colorfully—would have simply had eggs thrown all over them and would have had such a hell
created for them on earth that they wouldn’t even had advised their worst enemy to confront
this “biomass” like this. Instead they are triumphant and delight in their power. This is, by the
way,s their specialty—knowing how to make power a source of delight.
The revolutionary graffiti on the columns of the Kyiv post office effaced by those
acting anonymously at night is a significant attempt to turn the clock back, to cut out of mass
memory the dangerously pulsing segment of society that possesses the watchword “Maidan,”
a kind of lobotomy.
In another year — and all of Ukraine definitely will become assured that there
never was any Maidan in reality. There were just a few hundred unemployed drunkardwestern
Ukrainians, who were paid by Soros and Berezovsky.
In this situation I am left with continuing to do what I can no longer not do—strive
to influence the course of events exclusively by my own individual means. That is, to endure,
to observe, to think, to formulate what is thought out, to polish formulations to a striking
luster. Without particular hope that these brilliantly polished formulations will have any kind
of palpable opposite reaction. Yet all the same with hope.
But hope for what?