I see that my previous post, where I explain to Russians the true meaning of the word “ahuy,” has spread well among the recipients.
Perhaps, I will continue a bit.
First about “what did Wildberries do to you, what’s the point of hitting the warehouses, and how simple entrepreneurs are to blame. And then about “thank you to Ukrainians” and empathy.
Let’s go point by point.
1. Wildberries have contributed enough taxes to the treasury of the state, which has been trying to kill us with these taxes for 12 years.
2. Wildberries is a convenient storage for Chinese components for UAVs, EW, navigation, etc., so destroying them is both beneficial and necessary for Ukraine. And your Chinese underwear, cosmetics, and other “I built my business bit by bit” were just stored nearby.
Unfortunate proximity is always a big problem. I also did nothing to Russia, but it did not prevent it from taking my house in Donetsk and dismantling my parents’ nine-story building in Mariupol with missiles and mortars.
We were not even considered in the equation, just collateral damage.
It’s about the same with your businesses.
Don’t like it?
Strange.
Your occupying government insists very much that we should be happy. If not happy, then it’s at least 14 years in prison.
3. Simple entrepreneurs, as well as not-so-simple ones, are guilty of paying taxes into Huilo’s pocket, from which he pays for the services of murderers, and for 26 years they have persistently voted for this Huilo in elections. They voted after Beslan and Nord-Ost, after Chechnya, after Abkhazia, after Moldova.
I hardly remember these “innocents” being against new “federal subjects,” against raped women (Polina Zherebtsova’s diary look it up), against murdered children and destroyed businesses.
They were satisfied with everything.
They “decided nothing.”
They were fine, they were building their businesses.
While people in Mariupol were eating pigeons and collecting snow with shovels to drink.
So these are, again, the consequences of your choice, your silent or loud agreement with Huilo’s policy, complete indifference to the nonsense done IN YOUR NAME. Over 26 years.
4. Now about “thank you” and empathy.
My empathy was greatly damaged in 2014. When what my husband and I were building with these damn “bits” for 20 years suddenly ceased to be ours. It just burned down because the neighboring state wanted it that way.
Then my empathy spent several days in the school of life in Debaltseve, where the bearded bastards shot at the columns of Ukrainian defenders as if in a shooting range. My husband miraculously survived. Thousands of others did not.
And then the considerably paler solution of my empathy went through the year of 2022. When my husband went back to war, my daughter moved to Ternopil, and I watched videos from Bucha, listened to Lesya Litvinova, whose children managed to escape from the embraces of the empathetic occupiers, helped my neighbors go down to the basement; the old women were very scared of the explosions as they didn’t have Donetsk in their background.
Well, and I wanted to cry out some separate molecules of empathy with tears of anger when I read that a missile had hit my parents’ house, with whom I hadn’t been in contact for a month.
But there were no tears. Only napalm of rage. A searing impotent rage, when your whole soul is coiled around a spiked fist of hatred and it hurts.
Empathy doesn’t survive on such a substrate. Accept it as a fact.
When you lose EVERYTHING, you will understand what I am talking about.
And you absolutely must go through losses. Through impotent rage, through burnt-out tears, through deaths. Through remorse and repentance.
And only then will some of you be able to say thank you to Ukrainians.
Thank you for teaching us to be human, and not a bleating pathetic herd of indifferent people.
