Heroic death
Lately, I have been hearing insanely frequent complaints from those close to the morality of a "real man" that a man is no longer capable of a heroic death. But isn't it because there aren't any heroes that people have become more filthy in themselves? The current "heroes" are at best neutral personalities, with dubious views and beliefs. I wouldn't be able to feel compassion for a hero if I couldn't see at least a part of myself in him– and then what kind of hero is he if you can't feel compassion for him? And is it possible to die a hero if you are not mourned? No, of course not. The current "heroes" carry the views of politicians, the consequences of disinformation, the desire to become famous among pimply teenagers with flags of Nazi Germany – anything but the sincerity and unforgettable exploits of those true heroes who last identified themselves with victory in World War II – they will no longer exist. The hero could have died by the sword, defending his ancestral home, but not letting missiles into residential buildings. People complain about the departed spirit of patriotism and heroism... you have nothing to be proud of! The whole of modern culture is barely supported by the last dozen intellectuals who have not profaned themselves, and how can you love your homeland in this situation? My homeland is no more, because the heroes are dead, and the enemies are in power. My hands are down, I give up. You can't die a hero anymore, because if you kill innocent people, you'll fall from a lead bullet in the back of your head like a beast at the slaughter. It's too late to complain about the fall of the empire–you don't deserve to be called descendants of those empires. And let those be ashamed who think that the death of an innocent person is not your views, race, or other good, and let you be ashamed of your thoughts for the rest of your days. And if you have taken the above words upon yourself, think about it...
