Forwarded from Fearless John - @European_dissident
◾Consequences of the shelling at the intersection of Tamansky avenue and st. Universitetskaya in the Kievsky district of Donetsk.
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They are being hunted to death. The nationalists find out where the war correspondents work and target them. Kiev promises thousands of dollars for their heads, but they return again and again to the front. They are regarded by the soldiers as one of their own. After all, correspondents sleep in the trenches with them and practically live on the front line.
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★ Sergey Grom | Group Honor ☆Special Forces☆Intelligence☆
4 Dec at 10:22 pm
★ Honor is Never a Toy.
In the morning, the school was teeming with armed sixth graders.
Jumping under the slogans “Farewell to arms!” Decorated the entrance! and "International Toy Disarmament Day", they rushed through hallway to your class.
The hallway of the school was already empty. With a clear, confident step, the inspector moved along the corridor - towards her goal, a white door with a sign: "6 B". In front of the door, she paused for a moment and grimaced. Then she knocked decisively:
- Allow me? Hello children…
There were about twenty children in the class. Most are boys. Disciplinedly getting up from their desks and standing for a while, they sat down rather quietly in their seats. Nearly all the boys had some kind of toy weapon on their desks; some had it sticking out of their backpacks. Everyone looked curiously at the woman who entered. The teacher, a tall, overweight man with gray hair and short hair, indifferently filled out the journal and did not react at all to what was happening in the class.
- Children! – enthusiastically began inspector. – Today, as you know, you have become participants in the action “No to military toys!”, which is held under the motto “Children against terror”. You were offered to exchange plastic pistols, machine guns, planes, cannons, tanks and soldiers for soft toys, various construction sets or cars. I see,” she smiled encouragingly, “that the call has resonated with you. It's just wonderful! Think about how wonderful it is to live without wars and how many other interesting games there are in the world!
The teacher pushed the magazine aside and pulled the newspaper closer to him. The bright headline read: "Five-year-old child killed a 360-kilogram alligator." The man straightened the sheets and began to read without looking at anyone. But the voice of the inspector interfered:
"When the children of the whole world give up dangerous and cruel war games, a truly happy time will come! And you can be proud that you become a small part of the big fight for it - even a toy! - disarmament. Now I suggest that you disarm, - she smiled, - put the harmful things you brought here on this table, - she pointed to the table set at the blackboard, - and after the lessons we will solemnly destroy them in the school yard, and you will receive others - useful and wonderful! - toys whose purchase was sponsored by a large international firm. - She nodded encouragingly to the boy on the first desk: - Well, let's start. Ask!"
…The pile of weapons on the desk looked somehow unsettling. And very... yes, very lonely. There was something strange about the way the pistols and submachine guns lay. Weird and wrong. As if once already seen ... experienced ... and - terrible.
The teacher raised his eyes for a moment and then lowered them. The children were silent.
“I noticed that here you are, boy,” the inspector, walking between the rows, nodded to one of the students, “here you are ... what is your name?”
“Kol… Nikolai,” he said hoarsely, raising his eyes.
"Yes, thank you ... Here you are, Kolya, - you didn’t pass anything. What happened, why are you lagging behind your comrades?"
Slightly snub-nosed, stocky, with short blond hair, a hedgehog, Kolya answered, looking at the desk: "I didn't bring anything."
The class hummed in surprise. Someone shouted:
"Kolya, what are you doing? You have one!"
“I didn’t bring anything,” Kolka answered sullenly, getting up.
"I'm sorry," said the inspector dryly. “This is an extremely important event. After all, he was written in diaries, right?" She glanced at the teacher sitting at the table indifferently.
He calmly replied: "I did not consider it necessary to do this, since the event is not included in the curriculum. But the children were notified even without me, and several times."
4 Dec at 10:22 pm
★ Honor is Never a Toy.
In the morning, the school was teeming with armed sixth graders.
Jumping under the slogans “Farewell to arms!” Decorated the entrance! and "International Toy Disarmament Day", they rushed through hallway to your class.
The hallway of the school was already empty. With a clear, confident step, the inspector moved along the corridor - towards her goal, a white door with a sign: "6 B". In front of the door, she paused for a moment and grimaced. Then she knocked decisively:
- Allow me? Hello children…
There were about twenty children in the class. Most are boys. Disciplinedly getting up from their desks and standing for a while, they sat down rather quietly in their seats. Nearly all the boys had some kind of toy weapon on their desks; some had it sticking out of their backpacks. Everyone looked curiously at the woman who entered. The teacher, a tall, overweight man with gray hair and short hair, indifferently filled out the journal and did not react at all to what was happening in the class.
- Children! – enthusiastically began inspector. – Today, as you know, you have become participants in the action “No to military toys!”, which is held under the motto “Children against terror”. You were offered to exchange plastic pistols, machine guns, planes, cannons, tanks and soldiers for soft toys, various construction sets or cars. I see,” she smiled encouragingly, “that the call has resonated with you. It's just wonderful! Think about how wonderful it is to live without wars and how many other interesting games there are in the world!
The teacher pushed the magazine aside and pulled the newspaper closer to him. The bright headline read: "Five-year-old child killed a 360-kilogram alligator." The man straightened the sheets and began to read without looking at anyone. But the voice of the inspector interfered:
"When the children of the whole world give up dangerous and cruel war games, a truly happy time will come! And you can be proud that you become a small part of the big fight for it - even a toy! - disarmament. Now I suggest that you disarm, - she smiled, - put the harmful things you brought here on this table, - she pointed to the table set at the blackboard, - and after the lessons we will solemnly destroy them in the school yard, and you will receive others - useful and wonderful! - toys whose purchase was sponsored by a large international firm. - She nodded encouragingly to the boy on the first desk: - Well, let's start. Ask!"
…The pile of weapons on the desk looked somehow unsettling. And very... yes, very lonely. There was something strange about the way the pistols and submachine guns lay. Weird and wrong. As if once already seen ... experienced ... and - terrible.
The teacher raised his eyes for a moment and then lowered them. The children were silent.
“I noticed that here you are, boy,” the inspector, walking between the rows, nodded to one of the students, “here you are ... what is your name?”
“Kol… Nikolai,” he said hoarsely, raising his eyes.
"Yes, thank you ... Here you are, Kolya, - you didn’t pass anything. What happened, why are you lagging behind your comrades?"
Slightly snub-nosed, stocky, with short blond hair, a hedgehog, Kolya answered, looking at the desk: "I didn't bring anything."
The class hummed in surprise. Someone shouted:
"Kolya, what are you doing? You have one!"
“I didn’t bring anything,” Kolka answered sullenly, getting up.
"I'm sorry," said the inspector dryly. “This is an extremely important event. After all, he was written in diaries, right?" She glanced at the teacher sitting at the table indifferently.
He calmly replied: "I did not consider it necessary to do this, since the event is not included in the curriculum. But the children were notified even without me, and several times."
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The inspector gave the teacher an attentive, memorizing look. Usually it worked flawlessly, but this time she looked away - in the response look of an elderly man there was irony, some kind of squeamish interest and a little regret. The woman hurried to address the boy again:
“So anyway, what’s the matter?” Why didn't you bring anything?
"My dad is an officer." The boy standing behind the desk even turned pale with excitement. "And he told me that only cowards surrender their weapons. I brought nothing and I will not give anything back."
So your father put pressure on you? the inspector asked eagerly.
The teacher looked up from the newspaper again.
The boy blinked.
"No ... How is it - pressure?"
“Did he threaten you if you took part in this event? Threatened, right?"
"No, why ... I myself did not want to carry ... because do the soldiers hand over their weapons? Or change to constructors?" The boy's voice sounded genuinely surprised.
“You’re not a soldier,” the inspector lost her voice a little and even lowered her tone.
The class silently and uncomprehendingly watched what was happening.
“I am not a soldier, of course,” the boy answered. “But I am a man. It's still my toy. And when I grow up and become an officer, it will be real. Everything starts somewhere,” he added judiciously. - "If you start giving away the toy so that they don’t scold, then you will give away the real one so that they don’t kill you. How then to fight?"
A whisper ran through the class. The Inspector smiled patronizingly.
"But Kolya ... why fight at all? Think."
"What do you mean why?" the boy was surprised and shifted from foot to foot, looking incredulously at an adult aunt who had to explain such simple things. "How about protecting the weak? And your homeland? Didn't you read how many people attacked us?"
"But now…"
“And now, too,” the boy shook his head. - "My father returned only three weeks ago ... from a working trip. Now there is also war. And if you do not prepare to defend yourself, then they will attack for real."
“Ah, so your father has post-combat syndrome!” the woman nodded. “Maybe he sees enemies…"
“He doesn’t dream of anything,” the boy scowled. "He rests and reads books. Well, he's playing with me, and with Slavik, - the boy suddenly smiled very brightly, either at the memory of his father, or of his younger brother. And he added: - "And you, please, don't talk about my father like that. He has three medals and an order. He protected us all from terrorists. Not you."
The inspector's eyes widened. It has ceased to be a game and a toy dispute. It seems that even the most hooligan boys and the most passionate girls understood this. Everyone looked at the classmate almost frightened.
“You will go home at once and fetch your weapons,” the woman said harshly.
Kolya shrugged.
"We were told that it is voluntary, who wants to. I do not want to."
"It does not matter!"- cut off the inspector. "Or are you afraid of your father?"
"Why be afraid of him?" the boy asked. "Is he a terrorist? He's my father. He is the best in the world."
"Do you understand that guns kill?" the inspector raised her voice again.
Kolya shook his head.
"People kill. If dad didn't have a gun or if he didn't know how to shoot, he wouldn't have saved anyone. And he was given one medal for saving a woman and children. There was a fight. He shot two. Would he be able to save people without weapons?"
“And your father tells you about these murders?” - the inspector could not stand it and soared.
“Murder is when there are bandits,” Kolya corrected in a tense voice.
“You are talking nonsense,” the inspector said. "And you're ruining an important event."
“It’s not important at all,” Kolya said stubbornly. "It's... stupid." Here.
“Your father will be in trouble!” squealed the inspector, turning from a woman into an aunt. Her face flushed. - "And we will send you right now to the psychologist's office, and he can give an opinion so that you are identified in a madhouse! As a patient with manic tendencies to violence!"
“So anyway, what’s the matter?” Why didn't you bring anything?
"My dad is an officer." The boy standing behind the desk even turned pale with excitement. "And he told me that only cowards surrender their weapons. I brought nothing and I will not give anything back."
So your father put pressure on you? the inspector asked eagerly.
The teacher looked up from the newspaper again.
The boy blinked.
"No ... How is it - pressure?"
“Did he threaten you if you took part in this event? Threatened, right?"
"No, why ... I myself did not want to carry ... because do the soldiers hand over their weapons? Or change to constructors?" The boy's voice sounded genuinely surprised.
“You’re not a soldier,” the inspector lost her voice a little and even lowered her tone.
The class silently and uncomprehendingly watched what was happening.
“I am not a soldier, of course,” the boy answered. “But I am a man. It's still my toy. And when I grow up and become an officer, it will be real. Everything starts somewhere,” he added judiciously. - "If you start giving away the toy so that they don’t scold, then you will give away the real one so that they don’t kill you. How then to fight?"
A whisper ran through the class. The Inspector smiled patronizingly.
"But Kolya ... why fight at all? Think."
"What do you mean why?" the boy was surprised and shifted from foot to foot, looking incredulously at an adult aunt who had to explain such simple things. "How about protecting the weak? And your homeland? Didn't you read how many people attacked us?"
"But now…"
“And now, too,” the boy shook his head. - "My father returned only three weeks ago ... from a working trip. Now there is also war. And if you do not prepare to defend yourself, then they will attack for real."
“Ah, so your father has post-combat syndrome!” the woman nodded. “Maybe he sees enemies…"
“He doesn’t dream of anything,” the boy scowled. "He rests and reads books. Well, he's playing with me, and with Slavik, - the boy suddenly smiled very brightly, either at the memory of his father, or of his younger brother. And he added: - "And you, please, don't talk about my father like that. He has three medals and an order. He protected us all from terrorists. Not you."
The inspector's eyes widened. It has ceased to be a game and a toy dispute. It seems that even the most hooligan boys and the most passionate girls understood this. Everyone looked at the classmate almost frightened.
“You will go home at once and fetch your weapons,” the woman said harshly.
Kolya shrugged.
"We were told that it is voluntary, who wants to. I do not want to."
"It does not matter!"- cut off the inspector. "Or are you afraid of your father?"
"Why be afraid of him?" the boy asked. "Is he a terrorist? He's my father. He is the best in the world."
"Do you understand that guns kill?" the inspector raised her voice again.
Kolya shook his head.
"People kill. If dad didn't have a gun or if he didn't know how to shoot, he wouldn't have saved anyone. And he was given one medal for saving a woman and children. There was a fight. He shot two. Would he be able to save people without weapons?"
“And your father tells you about these murders?” - the inspector could not stand it and soared.
“Murder is when there are bandits,” Kolya corrected in a tense voice.
“You are talking nonsense,” the inspector said. "And you're ruining an important event."
“It’s not important at all,” Kolya said stubbornly. "It's... stupid." Here.
“Your father will be in trouble!” squealed the inspector, turning from a woman into an aunt. Her face flushed. - "And we will send you right now to the psychologist's office, and he can give an opinion so that you are identified in a madhouse! As a patient with manic tendencies to violence!"
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“Let it be,” the boy said, staggering a little at his desk. "You are adults, you can. But I still won't bring anything and I won't do anything. Dad said that weapons are the honor of a warrior."
- "What an honor!" the inspector barked so that the class ducked. - "These are toys!"
“Honor is never a toy,” the teacher suddenly said and stood up, slamming the magazine shut with a jerky sound of a gunshot. "It's a pity you don't understand this. I beg you, please leave the class. If you don't, I will be forced to take you out. I'm not used to doing this to women, but I'll get over myself."
- "You ..." - The inspector suffocated ... - "You won’t be in vain" - she gritted and, having measured the crying boy with an evil look, flew out of the classroom like a bomb.
“I doubt it,” said the teacher.
The class stirred, someone took a breath, someone giggled. And in general, as if it became easier to breathe.
Rising from the table, the teacher went up to Kolya and, gently pressing on the shoulders, seating the boy in his place, asked quietly:
“Well, why are you crying, soldier? You won this fight."
“She will complain about myfather…” The boy swallowed convulsively. “My mother told me yesterday that he shouldn’t tell me like that, otherwise there will be trouble ..."
The teacher chuckled.
She doesn't complain anywhere.
He straightened up and looked around the class.
- "Well, heroes?" - In his voice, notes of dangerous malice well known to students were cut through. - "Well done, nothing to say. Future warriors and defenders... Cross for betrayal of the first degree! And you, girls, bring them Barbies, more - they will change them for trunks." - A spark of girlish laughter flew through the class, but none of the boys looked at the teacher anymore, everyone stared at their desks. - "How will you protect your own - with dump trucks, Lego blocks?" the teacher continued to scoff quietly. - "Supermen! His voice crackled. “People kissed their weapons when they picked them up. The people on the weapons swore. And if the next time you are required to wear skirts?!"
He looked around the class, and the rows of heads leaned even lower, showing fair-haired tops. Only Kolya sat up straight, looking with wet, but defiant eyes. And he shuddered briefly from the stress he had experienced.
- "Take it all home," - after a long silence, the man said in a tired voice, nodding at a pile of plastic. “And remember that traitors lay down their weapons in the face of the enemy. Remember for the rest of your life... Kolya, thank you."
- For what? the boy wondered, blinking. His eyes were dry with surprise, he even parted his mouth.
And classmates, hiding their eyes, quietly dismantled a bunch of toy "trunks" and silently sat down in their places.
- "For that ... And say hello to your father", - the teacher answered. Then, as if nothing had happened, he continued: - "And now we are starting the lesson. His theme: "The Battle of Kulikovo in the history of the formation of the Russian state." Open your notebooks... Maybe I'll have time to explain something to you..."
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- "What an honor!" the inspector barked so that the class ducked. - "These are toys!"
“Honor is never a toy,” the teacher suddenly said and stood up, slamming the magazine shut with a jerky sound of a gunshot. "It's a pity you don't understand this. I beg you, please leave the class. If you don't, I will be forced to take you out. I'm not used to doing this to women, but I'll get over myself."
- "You ..." - The inspector suffocated ... - "You won’t be in vain" - she gritted and, having measured the crying boy with an evil look, flew out of the classroom like a bomb.
“I doubt it,” said the teacher.
The class stirred, someone took a breath, someone giggled. And in general, as if it became easier to breathe.
Rising from the table, the teacher went up to Kolya and, gently pressing on the shoulders, seating the boy in his place, asked quietly:
“Well, why are you crying, soldier? You won this fight."
“She will complain about myfather…” The boy swallowed convulsively. “My mother told me yesterday that he shouldn’t tell me like that, otherwise there will be trouble ..."
The teacher chuckled.
She doesn't complain anywhere.
He straightened up and looked around the class.
- "Well, heroes?" - In his voice, notes of dangerous malice well known to students were cut through. - "Well done, nothing to say. Future warriors and defenders... Cross for betrayal of the first degree! And you, girls, bring them Barbies, more - they will change them for trunks." - A spark of girlish laughter flew through the class, but none of the boys looked at the teacher anymore, everyone stared at their desks. - "How will you protect your own - with dump trucks, Lego blocks?" the teacher continued to scoff quietly. - "Supermen! His voice crackled. “People kissed their weapons when they picked them up. The people on the weapons swore. And if the next time you are required to wear skirts?!"
He looked around the class, and the rows of heads leaned even lower, showing fair-haired tops. Only Kolya sat up straight, looking with wet, but defiant eyes. And he shuddered briefly from the stress he had experienced.
- "Take it all home," - after a long silence, the man said in a tired voice, nodding at a pile of plastic. “And remember that traitors lay down their weapons in the face of the enemy. Remember for the rest of your life... Kolya, thank you."
- For what? the boy wondered, blinking. His eyes were dry with surprise, he even parted his mouth.
And classmates, hiding their eyes, quietly dismantled a bunch of toy "trunks" and silently sat down in their places.
- "For that ... And say hello to your father", - the teacher answered. Then, as if nothing had happened, he continued: - "And now we are starting the lesson. His theme: "The Battle of Kulikovo in the history of the formation of the Russian state." Open your notebooks... Maybe I'll have time to explain something to you..."
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Forwarded from Ukrainian Policy Matters (Oliver Martin)
🇺🇦🇺🇸The White House Has Spent More than $106 Billion USD on Ukraine in FY2022
Take a look at the chart, showing how much ordinary Americans have lost because of backing Ukraine. Moreover, in this country of law and transparency there is still no adequate CONTROL over those spendings as well as over the weapons provided to Kyiv.
It is not to mention the FTX exchange played a significant role in money laundering in favor of the Dems...
You are free to share it!
Take a look at the chart, showing how much ordinary Americans have lost because of backing Ukraine. Moreover, in this country of law and transparency there is still no adequate CONTROL over those spendings as well as over the weapons provided to Kyiv.
It is not to mention the FTX exchange played a significant role in money laundering in favor of the Dems...
You are free to share it!
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Forwarded from Военкор Котенок
Мнение моего товарища, казака Егора, находящегося в зоне СВО, касательно "героического ранения" Рогозина, которое в том числе стоило жизни его охраннику, бывшему бойцу спецподразделения Альфа Михаилу Бридасову:
"Знаете что больше всего поражает? Есть целый глава Роскосмоса (человек, благодаря которому над Украиной почему-то малоэффективно работают разведывательные спутники, если они у нас, конечно, вообще есть), и вот ему хочется попиариться, показать свою туп...смелость!
И вот он едет туда, на Донбасс, покупает бронежилет и каску за хренову тучу рублей, цепляет на разгрузку модный нож (нахрена?!), берет модную винтовку иностранного производства и пилит фоточки.
Впоследствии, отмечая свой День Рождения в Донецке, в месте, где он уже тусуется, не меняя дислокации, совместно со своей свитой три месяца, он будет ранен в жо...спину!
В финале даже наверняка будет представлен к какой-нибудь серьезной государственной награде...
А в это время где-нибудь в окопе сидят люди с позывными "Хромой, Косой и Сиплый". У одного из них нет бронежилета, позавчера кончилось курево, и каски у них железные такие, года сорок третьего, а ещё на позиции стоит у них пулемёт ДП-27 ржавый, и по итогу они такой вот троицей идут штурмовать вражеский окоп, и б***ь штурмуют, и у них это получается, правда, к награде их не факт, что кто-то представит, даже после второго ранения.
Так вот, к чему всё я это? Что люди с позывными "Царь, Князь, Космос" нифига не решают на фронте, а только мешают обычным парням делать свою работу.
Никто не спорит — если они занимаются гуманитарной миссией, то большое и сердечное им спасибо, но если эти половозрелые особи не наигрались в войнушку, то лучше им сидеть дома и раз в полгода ездить на охоту с другом генералом, в заповедник где-нибудь в Сибири на краснокнижного оленя".
@voenkorKotenok
"Знаете что больше всего поражает? Есть целый глава Роскосмоса (человек, благодаря которому над Украиной почему-то малоэффективно работают разведывательные спутники, если они у нас, конечно, вообще есть), и вот ему хочется попиариться, показать свою туп...смелость!
И вот он едет туда, на Донбасс, покупает бронежилет и каску за хренову тучу рублей, цепляет на разгрузку модный нож (нахрена?!), берет модную винтовку иностранного производства и пилит фоточки.
Впоследствии, отмечая свой День Рождения в Донецке, в месте, где он уже тусуется, не меняя дислокации, совместно со своей свитой три месяца, он будет ранен в жо...спину!
В финале даже наверняка будет представлен к какой-нибудь серьезной государственной награде...
А в это время где-нибудь в окопе сидят люди с позывными "Хромой, Косой и Сиплый". У одного из них нет бронежилета, позавчера кончилось курево, и каски у них железные такие, года сорок третьего, а ещё на позиции стоит у них пулемёт ДП-27 ржавый, и по итогу они такой вот троицей идут штурмовать вражеский окоп, и б***ь штурмуют, и у них это получается, правда, к награде их не факт, что кто-то представит, даже после второго ранения.
Так вот, к чему всё я это? Что люди с позывными "Царь, Князь, Космос" нифига не решают на фронте, а только мешают обычным парням делать свою работу.
Никто не спорит — если они занимаются гуманитарной миссией, то большое и сердечное им спасибо, но если эти половозрелые особи не наигрались в войнушку, то лучше им сидеть дома и раз в полгода ездить на охоту с другом генералом, в заповедник где-нибудь в Сибири на краснокнижного оленя".
@voenkorKotenok
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The opinion of my comrade, Cossack Yegor, who is in the NVO zone, regarding the "heroic wound" of Rogozin, which, among other things, cost the life of his bodyguard, a former soldier of the Alpha special forces Mikhail Bridasov:
“Do you know what is most striking? There is a whole head of Roskosmos (a person thanks to whom, for some reason, reconnaissance satellites work ineffectively over Ukraine, if we, of course, have them at all), and now he wants to promote himself, show his stupid ... courage !
And so he goes there, to the Donbass, buys a bulletproof vest and a helmet for a fucking cloud of rubles, hooks up a fashionable knife for unloading (what the heck?!), takes a fashionable foreign-made rifle and saws photos.
Subsequently, celebrating his birthday in Donetsk, in a place where he already hangs out, without changing his location, together with his retinue for three months, he will be wounded in the ass ... back!
In the finals, he will even be nominated for some serious state award...
And at this time, somewhere in the trenches, people with the call signs "Lame, Oblique and Hoarse" are sitting. One of them doesn’t have a bulletproof vest, the day before yesterday they ran out of smoke, and they have iron helmets like that, forty-three years old, and they also have a rusty DP-27 machine gun in position, and as a result, they’re such a trinity going to storm an enemy trench, and b * They storm, and they succeed, however, it’s not a fact that someone will present them to their reward, even after the second wound.
So, what am I all this for? That people with the call signs "Tsar, Prince, Cosmos" do not decide anything at the front, but only prevent ordinary guys from doing their job.
Nobody argues - if they are engaged in a humanitarian mission, then a big and hearty thank you to them, but if these sexually mature individuals have not played enough war games, then it is better for them to stay at home and once every six months go hunting with a friend general, to a reserve somewhere in Siberia on the red book deer".
@voenkorKotenok
“Do you know what is most striking? There is a whole head of Roskosmos (a person thanks to whom, for some reason, reconnaissance satellites work ineffectively over Ukraine, if we, of course, have them at all), and now he wants to promote himself, show his stupid ... courage !
And so he goes there, to the Donbass, buys a bulletproof vest and a helmet for a fucking cloud of rubles, hooks up a fashionable knife for unloading (what the heck?!), takes a fashionable foreign-made rifle and saws photos.
Subsequently, celebrating his birthday in Donetsk, in a place where he already hangs out, without changing his location, together with his retinue for three months, he will be wounded in the ass ... back!
In the finals, he will even be nominated for some serious state award...
And at this time, somewhere in the trenches, people with the call signs "Lame, Oblique and Hoarse" are sitting. One of them doesn’t have a bulletproof vest, the day before yesterday they ran out of smoke, and they have iron helmets like that, forty-three years old, and they also have a rusty DP-27 machine gun in position, and as a result, they’re such a trinity going to storm an enemy trench, and b * They storm, and they succeed, however, it’s not a fact that someone will present them to their reward, even after the second wound.
So, what am I all this for? That people with the call signs "Tsar, Prince, Cosmos" do not decide anything at the front, but only prevent ordinary guys from doing their job.
Nobody argues - if they are engaged in a humanitarian mission, then a big and hearty thank you to them, but if these sexually mature individuals have not played enough war games, then it is better for them to stay at home and once every six months go hunting with a friend general, to a reserve somewhere in Siberia on the red book deer".
@voenkorKotenok
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Forwarded from Graham Phillips Journalist
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🇺🇸 Made in the USA, about Russia 🇷🇺 with love❤️ As protest from normal Americans about just having their pockets picked by Zelensky, in his transatlantic looting / shopping trip, a video from America about Russian president Vladimir Putin has emerged - worth a peek 👀
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Forwarded from Slavyangrad (Miroslav)
Belarusian military equipment marked with the letter "K."
Ukro media are spreading panic, believing the "K" stands for "Kiev".
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https://news.1rj.ru/str/+PUg0rQrZdiw4YWFh
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Ukro media are spreading panic, believing the "K" stands for "Kiev".
Join Slavyangrad chat. Your opinion matters.
https://news.1rj.ru/str/+PUg0rQrZdiw4YWFh
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So, basically, a billion dollars a week, PLUS $47 BILLION on top of that. $97 BILLION for scumbag Banderastan. That's more than Russia's ENTIRE military budget. US taxpayers ask yourself - what do YOU get out of this? Besides fucked. The regime is fucking you to death. Burn it down. And have a MERRY CHRISTMAS‼️
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Forwarded from Toni G
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A doomed political system instinctively does many things that hasten its demise.
(Jean Paul Sartre)
A doomed political system instinctively does many things that hasten its demise.
(Jean Paul Sartre)
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A great but under-appreciated YT channel by a friend of mine from The West -
He served several years here in the DPR and LPR Armies, as well as in the SMO.
He has a perspective you won't find anywhere else.
‼️RECOMMENDED‼️
https://www.youtube.com/@patriotvostok2937
He served several years here in the DPR and LPR Armies, as well as in the SMO.
He has a perspective you won't find anywhere else.
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https://www.youtube.com/@patriotvostok2937
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Recently a neo-Nazi bastard who fought in the SS Azov regiment, Justin Bance, gave an interview in which he spoke about his participation in the hostilities against the Russian army.
We asked Russell "Texas" Bentley, special correspondent of the VOZMEZDIE front, who is in Donetsk and who took part in the battles against the Nazis, to comment on this interview.
#opinion #dpr #vozмездие
We asked Russell "Texas" Bentley, special correspondent of the VOZMEZDIE front, who is in Donetsk and who took part in the battles against the Nazis, to comment on this interview.
#opinion #dpr #vozмездие
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Forwarded from VОZМЕЗДИЕ
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Недавно неонацисткий ублюдок воевавший в составе полка эсэсовцев Азов, Джастин Бэнс дал интервью, в ходе которого рассказал о своём участии в боевых действиях против русской армии.
Мы попросили прокомментировать это интервью, специального корреспондента фронта VOZМЕЗДИЕ Рассела "Техаса" Бентли, который находится в Донецке и который принимал участие в боях против нацистов.
#мнение #днр #vozмездие
Recently a neo-Nazi bastard who fought in theSS Azov regiment, Justin Bance, gave an interview in which he spoke about his participation in the hostilities against the Russian army.
We asked Russell "Texas" Bentley, special correspondent of the VOZMEZDIE front, who is in Donetsk and who took part in the battles against the Nazis, to comment on this interview.
#opinion #dpr #vozмездие
Мы попросили прокомментировать это интервью, специального корреспондента фронта VOZМЕЗДИЕ Рассела "Техаса" Бентли, который находится в Донецке и который принимал участие в боях против нацистов.
#мнение #днр #vozмездие
Recently a neo-Nazi bastard who fought in the
We asked Russell "Texas" Bentley, special correspondent of the VOZMEZDIE front, who is in Donetsk and who took part in the battles against the Nazis, to comment on this interview.
#opinion #dpr #vozмездие
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‼️CHRISTMAS HUMAN AID MISSION #1‼️ We brought 5 G-Shock watches for 5 Dads of 3 kids. We also brought 20 big "Kremlin" candy boxes for the 15 kids of the Dads, plus the 5 Cadets who helped with the operation. THANKS to DPR Deputy Irina Popova for her help too!
‼️MERRY CHRISTMAS, AND MUCH MORE TO COME‼️
‼️MERRY CHRISTMAS, AND MUCH MORE TO COME‼️
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