I know that a trip to any ER or trauma center in the US hardly a walk in the park, but when a Russian hospital makes a heavily tattooed mixed martial artist (or would that be “artiste”?), who has seen and shed his share of blood blanche, that’s saying something:
Primitive conditions and equipment in a Moscow policlinic alarmed mixed martial artist Jeff Monson after his bloody defeat and Putin’s booing, but doctors say the size of their tools scared him.
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When Monson was taken to hospital afterwards he was appalled by the battered and bloodied patients he saw wandering the wards and the rough and ready approach he encountered, while full of praise for the doctors’ bedside manner.
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Many of Monson’s fellow patients were in a bad way, Monson said afterwards, “The hallways were full of wandering patients that looked like they were just out of a civil war battle,” he told Mixed Martial Arts news portal MMA Mania.
But what’s actually more sobering (an ironic statement that will become clear in a minute) is that the doctors basically said, “so what’s the big deal?” That, and the reason they considered it no big deal:
The doctors at City Hospital No. 36 on Fortunatovskaya Ulitsa said he was probably just alarmed as he came in when there were lots of drunks, “You can indeed see an influx of patients everyday at around 6:00 pm with beaten up faces,” doctors told Moskovsky Komsomolets.
“About 40 – 50 patients will be like that, they are all local drunks or have been injured in domestic fights. They wait their turn to see the doctor in the corridor and by all accounts this is what Monson saw,” medical staff told the paper.
Six o’clock. The drinking starts early, apparently. That, and the domestic abuse. That’s normal, isn’t it? What’s this American getting all riled up about?
Monson was also appalled by the Frankenstein stitch-up on his bloodied lip:
“I got 16 stitches on the inside and outside of my lip with a material that could of passed for chicken wire. It was so sharp it was making my gums bleed so I took them out myself,” he said.
Again, the doctors were dismissive:
But the hospital say that everything was perfectly standard and speculate that maybe it was the size of their instruments that gave him a fright, “Maybe, he had been given short-term anesthesia on previous occasions, so he hadn’t seen what size they were,” surgeons suggested to MK.
Anesthesia? MMF wussie. Man up, dude. You’re in Russia now, son. When we aren’t using these big awls to stitch people up, we repair shoes with them.
If you’ve been following the news, you’ll recognize Monson as the fighter who lost in the fight that Putin attended. There was booing after the fight, when Putin was in the ring with the fighters. There’s been a raging controversy whether the booing was directed at VVP.
The problem is, that the excuses intended to refute claims that Putin was the object of the cat calls tend to make regular Russians look bad. One excuse is that the Russians were booing the battered Monson: this insult to Russian sportsmanship was offered by none other than Putin’s press flack, Dmitry Peskov. Another, advanced by the Nashi trolls, is that the crowd was, uhm, just pissed. Figuratively and literally. Or, maybe it would be more accurate to say that they wanted to be pissing because they were pissed (in another colloquial use of the term):
Soon after the incident Kristina Potupchik, press-secretary for Kremlin youth group Nashi, mocked anyone who thought Putin was being heckled by the angry crowd. “Don’t you recognize a greeting?” She wrote on her Live Journal page.
She later conceded that the calls were scornful ones, but denied they were directed at the prime minister. “The occasional cries of ‘foo’ were caused by the stupid entry and exit system…That’s why some of the 22,000 bladders filled with beer started protesting,” she wrote.
“Foo”? Really? She should have said that the audience actually thought that they’d seen Dave Grohl in the crowd. At least that wouldn’t have made the crowd look like unsportsmanlike boors.
So, just as the emergency room was filled with drunken brawlers, the audience for the actual MMA brawl was another bunch of drunks.
So Mr. Peskov and Ms. Potupchik: Congratulations for making ordinary Russians look so good! I guess it’s better to slander your countrymen by the gross as drunken bad sports than admit even the possibility that people do not worship unconditionally the New Tsar.
I ask again: just who are the Russophobes? Here, in one story, Russians in positions of authority–doctors, presidential shills, and “youth group” spokesgal–reflexively slag their fellow Russians as drunken, violent, louts. Well done!
PS. But apparently some realize that this story hardly makes Russians look good. I originally saw the story on RiaNovosti. Then, a couple of hours later, the story wasn’t there. Now it’s back.