More impudent than the Komsomol cell

And the university song is more brazen,

Squatting on a school bench

Teach the executioners to chirp.

Some kind of visual artist,

The carder of collective farm flax,

Ink and Blood mixer

Worthy of such a horn.

Brilliant lines from Osip Mandelstam’s already half-crazed poem “Apartment”.

This song will be discussed.

I have already written more than once about the meaning of such an oft-repeated phrase:

The children are cruel…

Why?

I will not list everything that has already been written about this, but I will mention only one of the reasons:

Children are the same descendants of cannibals as their parents and grandparents.

THE CALL OF THE ANCESTORS constantly resounds in their “unconscious consciousness.”

But, unlike adults, they have not yet developed the usual and permanent human falsehoods and hypocrisy. They are “more sincere” in their cannibalistic urges, feelings, and behavior.

Therefore, the cruelty and cannibalistic malice of their thoughts and actions is OBVIOUS! It is NOT CAMOUFLAGED, as in sexually mature human creatures that have already mastered the alphabet of constant deceit.

So, the song.

It was composed by a talented student and it so “stuck to the hearts” of the already mature but still young descendants of cannibals that everyone willingly began to hum it on any occasion.

Because – CHEERFUL!

He describes a girl from the island of Te o Pito Te Henua in Western Micronesian languages, which means “Navel of the Earth”, or Rapa Nui – “Big Rapa” in the language of the local aborigines. In European languages, it means “Easter Island”, since the “discoverers” discovered it just on Easter..

The main semantic fun of the song is that all the time this unlucky girl are the tigers (which are not found on the island) stealing her lovers or her children from these lovers. AND then THEY EAT THEM UNDER BANANAS!

“This one was stolen too,

Still undressed,

And they ate it in the garden under the bananas.”

It’s fun, isn’t it?

Well, it’s just a tradition like this:

“The banana is lousy and dried up.

And tigers have long since gone bald.

But every Friday,

Only the sun will hide,

Someone IS BEING CHEWED UNDER BANANAS!”

And the students ALWAYS sing it with such swashbuckling boldness and rollicking! Because their GENES suggest the fun they need so much: They’re NOT BEING CHEWED under bananas, but some imaginary lovers and babies!

Someone else’s pain is NOT PAIN!

Someone else’s life is NOT A LIFE!

Only my pain is PAIN!

Only my life is a LIFE!

And we don’t need any “evidence-based” archaeological excavations of troglodyte caves with human bones that have been imprinted with HUMAN teeth for a million years!

Even such an expert as Friedrich Engels also does not hide the secret of the polichinelle about the cannibalism of his ancestors, Berliners, Weletabs and Wilts, who just a thousand years ago ate their parents and NOT ONLY THEM with an appetite!

Everything is in plain sight.

“In naked truth

Our deeds lie unadorned…”

Children are the cruel descendants of those who chewed…

And the students shouting happily about chewing tigers…

So, there is no need to pretend to be humanists and humanitarians, if the voice of genes thunders INEXORABLY in consciousness and BEHAVIOR!

The shortest anecdote:

Inhumanity!

But, it’s the sweetest, most HUMAN THING to DO – kill and gorge!

Faciant meliora potentes.

21 II 2025