Another nit has died: the infernal path of Tigran Keosayan

ExclusiveOn September 26, 2025, Tigran Keosayan died - one of the most odious mouthpieces of Putin's propaganda, a man who for years passed off cynicism as patriotism, lies as satire, and war as humor.

He was among the typical propagandists who inspired and supported the degree of hatred and war against Ukraine.

Propagandists always think that they are immortal, and the doors of heaven will open for them automatically. They believe that their voice on TV or in a newspaper column, video blogs, etc. is stronger than time and truth. But history has repeatedly proven: the fate of such “singers of the regime” is predictable, like the plot of a vulgar melodrama. They start in the glow of studio lamps, and end in the shadow of a noose, with poison on their lips or in the icy solitude of oblivion.

Let us recall history. Yes, somewhere towards the end of World War II, it became clear how the voices of propaganda were suffering a tragic fiasco. In a Berlin bunker, during the collapse of the Third Reich, Joseph Goebbels committed suicide with his wife Magda; before that, Magda poisoned their children - a symbol of how propaganda devoured even family ties.

The fate of some propagandists turned out to be even more dramatic and revealing. Julius Streicher, Goebbels' loyal servant and editor of the vile Der Stürmer, seemed to have considered himself for years the master of thought and the mentor of the crowd. But Nuremberg put everything in its place: for every poisoned article, for every word that incited hatred, he received not only the verdict of history, but also the verdict of the court. In October 1946, the gallows awaited him - a symbolic end to the career of someone who turned words into weapons. The irony of fate is merciless: someone who had spent his life waving the deaths of others, in the end turned out to be an example that words are also punishable by death.

However, in the same years, there were other notable cases of the inglorious end of enemy propaganda relayers: the British traitor William "Lord Haw-Haw" Joyce, who spread German propaganda in English from German radio, was convicted in London for treason and hanged in January 1946. And this case is a symbol of the fact that even the "honeyed" voice of lies does not save from criminal liability.

Fascist Italy left similar lessons: when Mussolini's regime fell, many propagandists and functionaries faced swift retribution from partisan "justice"—Mussolini himself was captured and executed in April 1945; spokespeople inspired by the regime often shared his fate.

History then teaches a lesson of a different magnitude: in Stalin's USSR, the intelligentsia and journalists who yesterday praised their infernal leader often soon became victims of his own ostentatious repressions - arrests, concentration camps, removal from official memory - because the regime that gave birth to lies did not spare its servants. This demonstrates that the torch of propaganda can turn into a saber against its own useful tools.

At the end of the 20th and the dawn of the 21st century, this inexorable pattern was repeated in new settings: in Rwanda in 1994, "hate radio" and other mouthpieces calling for the extermination of neighbors became not only a prelude to genocide, but also a ticket for their creators to the dock in international tribunals. There, instead of microphones and broadcasts, life sentences and long terms awaited them - an elegant reminder that words turned into instruments of death eventually find their owner in a prison cell.

So the general moral and factual law is ruthless and simple: propagandists enjoy power and a microphone as long as there is a regime that protects them; the fall of an empire of lies almost always results in humiliation, trial, imprisonment, or physical retribution for its servants. You can change the costumes, flags, or languages, but the scenario remains the same - a noose, a shot, poison, and in the finale - lifelong shame.

And it is this inexorable chain of causes and effects that allows us to move smoothly to the present: Tigran Keosayan, another Kremlin troubadour of hatred, passed away the other day. And what is interesting: such news never sounds like a personal drama or a national loss. It is rather a dry chronicle of the historical law: those who have sown lies for years have eventually drowned in their poisonous source. His departure is not a tragedy, but rather a pause in the endless chorus of propaganda filth that millions have been bombarded with for years. The irony is that it was not a hero who disappeared with him, but just another loudspeaker whose power was finally turned off.

Because who was he? A pseudo-director, pseudo-TV presenter, pseudo-screenwriter and, in addition, the husband of the main Kremlin mouthpiece Margarita Simonyan. At the end of his “creative path”, Keosayan turned into a walking joke. But the joke is not funny, but poisonous, with rot and bile.

The son of the famous Soviet director Edmond Keosayan received all the starting opportunities: VGIK, cinema, advertising, hanging out with Bondarchuk and the stage. But instead of staying in the world of art, he gradually slipped into the world of propaganda. The final point was 2016, when his "International Sawmill" appeared. What was supposed to be satire became a cheap coven of hatred among cardboard sets and applause at the command. He mocked suffering, distorted tragedies, parodied death - all in the interests of the Kremlin.

His role is a jester at the throne, which, however, did not amuse, but dehumanized. His language is the language of humiliation, malice and imperial superiority. He openly declared: “Ukraine is a mistake.” He called for “re-education of peoples,” threatened “denazification” of Europe and demanded a new expansion of Shvabrostan almost to the entire universe. To the laughter in the studio, he justified the crimes of Putler’s army and mocked the tears of Ukrainians.

And yet the degradation continued: as an Armenian, he sided with the pseudo-empire, which is still destroying democracy in his native country. Instead of supporting his own people, he instructed Armenians how to obey Moscow's boot. In one of his last posts on Telegram, he called Prime Minister Nikol Pashinyan a "piece of lost cattle" and lamented the Russian military base in Gyumri. Not only that, he hinted that a "SVO" could be launched against Armenia.

For years, Tigran Keosayan mocked human grief, laughed even at the death of Alexei Navalny, filled the airwaves with bile and contempt — and, in the end, choked on his own poison. The TV scoundrel finally left the stage. The irony is that he put the final point with his own hands: just a few days before falling into a coma, he made another “joke” — they say, Russian air defense shot down Santa Claus over Moscow. But he forgot that under the mask of Santa is not a fictional character, but Saint Nicholas the Wonderworker himself. And mocking a saint never goes unpunished — everyone who has heard the story of “Zoe’s stand” knows this well. So it is not surprising that the “lump in the throat” came faster than the viewer had time to change the channel.

In recent years, he has become a literal caricature — vicious, sticky, heavy, the embodiment of unpunished mega-vulgarity. He spoke directly, rudely, provocatively — and that is precisely why he was useful to the demonic regime of the god-awful Kremlin. Now that voice is no more.

For it is written in the books of our Fathers: God punishes sin to the fourth generation, and the boundaries of truth are strictly guarded. Cursed is he who moves his neighbor's boundary; cursed is he who places a stick across the path of the blind; cursed is he who kills secretly; cursed is he who takes a bribe to kill or shed innocent blood; cursed is he who does not keep the words of the Law. And when these words are heard, the people will answer with one voice: "Amen."

So: let us not celebrate his death with anger, but let us not hide the truth either. Let fate itself repay the guilty, let truth triumph, and let us remember the commandment of conscience and the words of higher instruction - for God's vengeance is severe, and the human heart must preserve dignity. Rejoicing over death, of course, is senseless, but we must remember, because words kill necessarily.

Let's return to our anti-hero. In this world, he felt like a king — until his fall. Tigran Keosayan did not pull the trigger, but he influenced the minds of those who pulled and shot — and continues to shoot at Ukrainians. His death, of course, will not bring back the lives of the dead, but at least it gives us a little silence in which we must remember. Not all clowns are safe: some work for the infernal workshop, others for the war machine, and still others for the immortality of the regime. But the clown himself and the regime are not eternal.

Interestingly, he received the title of “Honored Artist of Russia” when he was already unconscious. It looked like a ritual: the regime thanked its soldier of information warfare, even though he could no longer speak a word. This says a lot not only about Keosayan, but also about those who presented such awards.

How much dirt and poison they and the Simonyans mixed - and they lived comfortably, fat, no one touched them. But now the regime is faltering, and at this very moment Keosayan has disappeared. And, it seems, his propagandist wife will soon catch up. Is it a pity? Not at all! Because he spat out so much anger every day that he would have poisoned himself.

In truth, such people should have been dragged to The Hague - but it is clear that the devil took him away earlier, perhaps as a "valuable cadre" for hell. He left easily: he lay there for nine months, as if on vacation, and then smoothly descended, straight into the arms of Jozi.

He didn't convulse in the courts, didn't explain himself before the tribunals — he just shrugged it off with a comma. But nothing: instead of a human sentence, there was a divine sentence. And the Lord sees everything. And Patriarch Gundyaev didn't help, no matter how he waved the censer.

Symbolically. Young, rich, well-fed — and suddenly bang! — the end. The highest punishment works, and faster than it seems. What will happen to Russia: everyone thinks it is eternal, but it will fall just as suddenly.

So should I open champagne or vodka? Because the air has become cleaner. The dog died — a dog's death. People die — and it hurts. And here it "died" — and for some reason it breathes easily. Mark Twain once said: "I don't wish death on anyone, but I read some obituaries with pleasure." This is exactly the case.

And Tigran's "laughter parade" ended naturally: the propagandist chain was broken, and then everyone can imagine for themselves - who and where met this "artist" in the afterlife.

Where he is now — only God knows. But let's think about where Tigran Keosayan could have ended up if in earthly life he went exclusively against God?

Can there be forgiveness for Tigran Keosayan? But even if so, what will it give him? According to human logic, hell would be the most comfortable place for Tigran Keosayan.

Because when such a character sets out on his final journey, one must say, as the Cossacks used to say after saber work: "A dog's death for dogs."

Let's imagine the situation. They say: a person will die, and then go to heaven. But excuse me, what should go to heaven? If sins are cut off, what is left there? Because if, conditionally, the soul "weighs" one hundred spiritual kilograms, of which ninety-nine are pure sin, then after the "cut off" the remainder is... zero. And what should then go to heaven? Emptiness?

Theoretically, yes, a person could start a new life, acquire something bright, worthy of the Kingdom of Heaven. But as for this Tigran (read: propagandist), his sins, maybe not like Prigozhin's or the "Wagnerians", but it is still a vote for murder, direct support for the crime. And here's the question: how can this creature, who drowned for the mass executions of Ukrainians, who also threatened Kazakhstan, get into the Kingdom of Heaven? Because it is said about heaven: "God will be everything in everything." And how can this be reconciled with the cry "kill, kill for Mother Russia"?

It must be cut off, cleansed. But what will remain then? And was there anything there at all, except malice, envy, and the thirst for power? Because how can fire get along with ice? Ice does not survive in flames, it melts immediately. So it is here: from a human perspective, it is difficult to see anything bright in this creature.

Imagine: in paradise there is silence, grace, the saints talk about mercy, and here comes a creature that yesterday shouted "fight, kill for Mother Russia!". And there the door will close itself in front of its face. Because what will it do there? Sing hosanna together with the angels? And even Saint Nicholas will be surprised: "Hey, good people, you have confused this creature, it does not belong here."

In hell, it’s a different matter. It’s a holiday there: the stokers have heated up the frying pans, the devil is rubbing his hands, and Prigozhin and the “musicians” have already made room in the orchestra. Now they have a new clown in the hellish circus. The devils are happy: “Oh, finally a TV presenter! We will have propaganda and a talk show “Hell without bills””. The picture is clear: there is nothing to enter heaven for, because after cleansing from sins there is zero, an empty place. And in hell, there will always be work: either to heat the frying pan, or to give excursions to new sinners.

So symbolically: he lived on black money, died in bile, and now he will serve where smoke and soot are dearer than gold. As our grandfathers said: "Whoever laughed at someone else's misfortune on earth will become a laughingstock in hell." That's all the arithmetic.

People say: "Don't lie, or the devil will take your tongue." So he did. On September 26, 2025, Keosayan finally lost his talent for "thundering on the air" and retrained as a recruit of the hellish theater. He lay in a coma for nine months, like undercooked borscht, and now he's ready.

The bells in hell have rung—not for service, but for the reception of a new “guest.” The demons shout, “A new fool is coming!”—and push Keosayan right into the middle of the hellish fair.

Goebbels jumps up like a buffoon:

"Ah! Our dove of peace has arrived! You thought he was the king of the air? No, brother, now you're just a clown on my stage. He who sows the wind shall reap the storm!"

Streicher pulls out the gallows like a flute:

"You will sing, Tigran, but not songs about "victory," but about a hopak on a rope. No matter how much you feed the wolf, he will still look into the noose."

Joyce ("Lord Haw-Haw") laughs, slaps his knees:

— Oh, I know you! Did you also like to shout into the microphone? Now shout — the acoustics here are hellish, even the devils' ears would wither. My tongue is my enemy!

The Rwandan radio operators jumped up in a group like slapstick dolls:

"Hey, brother, did you think words were jokes? Our words inspired people with machetes, and yours inspired people with rockets. That's why we're here. What grows from fire will burn in the flames."

Stalinist newspapermen gloomily, but with a joke:

"We praised the leader, and now we are like snakes in a frying pan. Now it's your turn to fry. You will get rich from whoever you associate with."

And the devil-starosta concludes, like a market crier:

"People, look! Here's another liar! Once he thundered on the screen, but now he jingles in chains. As fate, so will."

And the whole hellish company laughed, turning up the heat:

— Congratulations, Tigran! Now your broadcast is without commercials and pauses, because there is only one program - "Hell-2025."

Here everyone burst out laughing, because the joke is simple and clear: Tigran thought he was the "king of the airwaves," but turned out to be just another buffoon in the club of eternal liars. And now, instead of applause, he has only a hellish chorus of mockery. He who laughs last laughs.

Sandor Rud and Lajos Nagy, Magyar brothers

(city of Berehovo)