This gloom in the feed — it’s contagious and counterproductive. Ideas are in the air and infect the masses. There are a million examples.
“And what was the German idea? Well, there was one, but no one liked it” (c). The Germans decided that in the midst of a war of annihilation, hundreds of thousands of Germans capable of working should be seeking out Gypsies and Jews, transporting them to camps, guarding and destroying them — instead of producing short-range fighters or anti-aircraft guns.
Pure and unadulterated craziness.
This was a personal, lovingly nurtured “squirrel” of the NSDAP leadership — the Jews did not have a systematic organization across Europe opposing Nazism; each ghetto and uprising was coordinated from below, allies only assisted.
Among other things, they received millions killed and the destruction of statehood for years for this.
Nowadays, not only bots pass through the feed but also those who say, well, something needs to be done to stop it, as long as people aren’t dying. But it doesn’t work that way.
“Akhmat-strength” decided to end it, “so that people wouldn’t die” in the war with the RF. — and oh, what is this, like Kursk Oblast?
The Abkhazians decided it was better under the Russian bayonet — oh, “Abkhaz” and “Pyatnashka”, eternal memory.
The assault on Kyiv by Muravyov with intense artillery fire and street fighting cost 500 UNR fighters killed and wounded in the defense of bridges and the Arsenal, and I think about the same among the attackers. The cleansing of officers, cadets, and intelligentsia after the battles already cost 5,000 victims. But already among the attackers, the victims were few — they blew someone up with a grenade at an address or shot them, and most were just brought with bags on their heads for execution.
Subsequent purges already cost tens of thousands of human lives. People then ate their children, while their neighbors applauded “hurrah” to dear comrades, and the families of RKKA fighters, who carried out the blockade of hungry areas, received special rations.
History must be studied so that stinking old men can’t brainwash you about Ruriks and Pechenegs under the sauce of “cry-cry, we’re for peace.” When you lay down your weapons before the empire, you are buying not life, but silence. Silence in which people are killed without the noise of artillery — in basements, filtration camps, and distant meat offensives, far from home. But the coffins and grief are the same.
Peace comes only when the enemy is physically too hurt and costly to continue. We haven’t come up with anything else on this ball yet.
