Post in Russian. For Russians.
I occasionally observe life in the animal world, that is, on the pages of z-channels. And I see how z-military correspondents try to play “honest” in front of their audience, criticize something, pretend to be some kind of truth-tellers. Well, these are all sorts of those fistingbimbers, barantzies, and other Solovyov’s acolytes. I understand that this is not due to a waking conscience, but to maintain their image of “objective speakers” for the audience.
And then a fuck-up happens at the “Rubicon” base in Starobelsk, and an order from above to bullshit is issued. And all these “truth-tellers,” looking at crookedly assembled photo collages of “dead children” (which include photos of foreigners and random photos from social networks), ignoring photos with military beds in barracks, take the version of “Ukraine kills our children with drones,” rushed to justify another terrorist strike on Kyiv, because somehow they need to maneuver out of existing failures, senselessly, bloodily, cannibalistically, and they are happy to help with this.
And there will be more strikes on Kyiv, into which the annual budget of a couple of Russian regions will be invested. You will deliberately kill peaceful residents. And then you will bullshit about hitting somewhere other than decision-making centers and, sensing the mood of your audience, will limitedly criticize the authorities and the methods of conducting this war.
But you are part of today’s war methods. Lying, corrupt, unprincipled. The same filth as the filth above that gives you orders. And your entire system will come to a disaster, after which some of you will end up behind bars in an internal witch hunt, and those who remain loyal to the end will be finished off by others, because someone must become the scapegoat for everything.
You will become the scapegoats.
We will withstand your missile-drone strikes. Then it will be our turn, and you will howl along with your cannibalistic audience.
And for supporting terrorism, we will make you answer. Personally, you.
Illustration: “Novaya Gazeta Europe”
