Russian amusement parks are… different.

Now, the general outline of the thing is visible. Fun is had. Fun seems to involve more Vodka and fatal collisions than your average Knots Berry Farm outing; but hey — fun is fun. Remember that skeevy circus that comes to town once a year in a podunk town in middle America? Remember that fellow with the infected tattoo and that ran the tilt-a-whirl? You know, the ride with machinery that looked like the set of a Saw movie? Well in Russia, the carnie that presides over deciding if you’re “this high” and lets you on the ride, or not, is running the country. All the fun trickles down from there.

(Thanks to Жерар at  Американский Digest  for sending that one along)