23/7/26

Ukrainer: Speaking about our society and its transformations, actually, talking with the fighters of the 72nd recently, many noted that when the brigade was in the Kyiv direction, the local population helped. There were many partisans, people who gave up positions, helped in every way. They gave up Russian positions. Yes. Helped, joined the fight. And it was widespread. Servicemen of other brigades themselves talk about the Chernihiv region, Sumy, Okhtyrka. But if we talk about Mariupol or the Vuhledar direction now, Donetsk region, there are not isolated cases where, on the contrary, people still point out our [Ukraine’s] military positions to the enemy [Russia]. In your opinion, why is there such a sharp difference?

Mykhailo Vasyliovych Drapatyi, Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces of Ukraine: Well, my opinion is that we need to work with the civilian population, conduct explanatory work and hours of patriotic education. Then this won't happen when everyone realizes the danger from the enemy. Everyone will act in the interests of their state, including the Armed Forces. But apparently, not everyone realizes that the Russian Federation is the aggressor, the enemy, which aims, among other things, to destroy our nation. The Donetsk and Luhansk regions, unfortunately, throughout their history, for the most part, consisted of migrants and criminal elements. That's why there is such an unconscious population there. This is my opinion. You can agree or not, but apparently, too little attention was paid to Ukrainization there. And we have this result. This is a complex issue. Educational work, work of our special services for timely detection. Yes, this is a problem today. But this problem can be solved. For some reason, people want some kind of freebies. They lack something, they have some dissatisfaction, envy, they don't want to work. At first, I thought maybe it was made up, but no, it's true. Communicating, I observed this situation. And indeed, in its essence, I won't say the majority, but a very significant number of this contingent do not want to work, they want freebies, and they don't care which country they live in or what it's called.

Link [Interview is a video in Ukrainian]

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The thing about American "leftist" comedians is that they aren't actually leftist, they are the Imperial Court Jesters. They stand on a stage, point directly at the blood-soaked gears of the war machine, make a little tee-hee noise, and the crowd erupts. Not because they are critiquing the machine, but because the laughter is a pressure release valve for the people inside it. Take the video of that stand-up asking the defense contractor if she helped Trump bomb those 160 Iranian school girls, and everyone laughing, including the contractor herself. That laughter is ritual absolution. The contractor laughs because she knows she will never face a tribunal. The audience laughs because they get to feel "self-aware" without having to actually stop anything. The joke doesn't condemn the contractor; it humanizes her, turns her into a lovable scamp who just happens to have a job graphing the velocity of shrapnel through children's bodies. By making it a punchline, the comedian sanitizes the atrocity. The blood is scrubbed off the stage. The audience gets to say "wow, we are so edgy for talking about it" while the person who builds the bombs gets to chuckle and order another drink. It is not satire, it is a team-building exercise for the empire.

Then there is the YouTuber talking about Transformers, casually dropping the "Iraq war aesthetic" like it's a color palette. Desert punk. Military core. A vibe. This is what happens when your country hasn't had a war on its own soil in living memory; the violence becomes media, a backdrop for childhood toys. The explosions are no longer the sound of mothers screaming; they are cool action sequences. They are digesting the visual debris of massacre as a nostalgic fashion choice, scraping the trauma off and compressing it into a genre for their retro-futurist fantasies. The apocalypse becomes a mood board.

And finally, the girl recounting celebrity love triangles from her childhood, flippantly mentioning how the U.S. was "busy with the Iraq war or whatever." Or whatever. That single phrase is the thesis statement of American innocence. Over a million dead, a region destabilized for a century, an endless river of grief; and for her, it was the commercial break between pop culture segments. It didn't raise her rent. It didn't stop her Wi-Fi. The violence is geo-locked to brown skin and distant deserts, just background noise like a refrigerator humming. She has the luxury of forgetting because the machine doesn't eat her children, it eats yours.

Americans don't hate the machine; they love the output. They hate the mess of it. So they turn it into jokes, into aesthetic, into "whatever." Because if they stopped laughing, if they stopped scrolling, if they actually looked at the 4K drone footage of the aftermath instead of the cool explosion CGI in their movies, they would have to realize that the lithium in their phones, the gas in their tanks, and the comfort of their suburban cul-de-sacs are all greased with the fat of foreign children. And they can't handle that. So they laugh. They turn it into a vibe. They call it "the Iraq war or whatever." You can't deconstruct the master's house with the master's jokes, especially when the punchline is the corpses holding up the floorboards.

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I am a long-time tumblr user and a chronically homeless Albanian refugee.

The government of Albania is a bourgeois dictatorship of zionist wallkissers supported by the United States and Europe, with open connections to the Epstein clique. This government has run me and hundreds of thousands of other Albanians out of our home to work shit service jobs and be agricultural slaves in Europe and elsewhere so that they can sell our socialist industry for scrap and our natural resources to Canada and the Zionist entity.

Even that much hasn't worked out for me personally, because I have autism, and also tumblr. I am not even doing particularly well as Albanian refugees go.

Obviously, I have never gotten serious help from the government of Albania or any other country despite repeated and persistent attempts, some of which I have liveblogged in detail over the past few years on this very account.

The only pair of pants I currently own is the one I am wearing, which does not fit. My other pair got a hole so I jetissoned them to get under the weight limit on my baggage allowance for the flight homeward.

I have done this every 6-18 months for the past decade.

I am now going home because my people are overthrowing our government (source) and win or lose I'm staying in the homeland because I simply cannot live like this anymore.

I will be joined in this by my sister whose circumstances are quite similar except that she is a trans woman in addition to everything else, and she is also stupid, and has cooties.

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Engels dumping Karl Marx because he's a disabled puppy girl who can't do the chores and writes theory all day.

Reminds him of his own yaoi situationship with Che.

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This post is utterly generational, to me.

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