Na ovoj temi u lajvu pratimo dešavanja. Hoće li biti ozbiljnog puškaranja, možda samo proruski puč, hakerski napadi, možda NATO sankcijama uceni Rusiju...
Sve u svemu, najozbiljnija situacija na evropskom tlu jos od ex-yu ratova, s tim što ovo može da eskalira jebeno.
I nije ejc od droge jer bi tek u amerikama besnelo, doduse tamo je fentanil popularan i tako te droge od koji nemos da ides ulicom kamoli nekog da jebes
Kae 100k rikne od fentalina godisnje, lep nacin da se resis ulicara i ostale zgadije koja nemodz placa porez da se sponzorise sveta zemlja izrailj i kokainskom da se salje oruzje
Nije to sporno, samo lud čovjek može voljeti Ameriku, i kod njih je narkomanija i rasulo na 1001 način. Da, kod njih fentanil uživa popularnost što ga je Sveti velikomučenik Džordž trošio. Ali taj stav da je Rusija Eden i kod njih nema ničeg lošeg. Onaj mim kad je za neku stvar potpuno suprotna reakcija u zavisnosti ko je u pitanju.
Post jednog Rusa na jednom forumu. Nek vas ne zbune elokvencija i vladanje engleskim, Rus je 100%, Moskovljanin.
Our problem comes from a unique convergence of neurobiology, pre-linguistic trauma, the earliest stages of psychosexual development, a brutal childhood, loneliness, and the total absence of safe, unconditional acceptance. Each of these parameters can vary, giving birth to uniquely fucked-up people. Drugs (especially CNS-stimulants), or more precisely, pleasure, stimulation, attention, dopamine overload, and altered states of consciousness, became the alpha and omega of my mental state from a very early age. My most stunning discovery was the monstrous power of amphetamine (and, to a lesser extent, mephedrone). It gave me this vast, thunderous, almost godlike feeling of omnipotence, intelligence, and clarity - where I completely forgot about my own vulnerability and limitations. I felt infinite. The world felt like my toy. And for a while, it even helped me function socially - but every connection I tried to build on that foundation turned out to be a shitty, worthless dud without the junk.
So what's my real problem? Same as with so many Russians: the monstrous, all-pervading, inhuman cruelty and indifference of the Russian people.
My mother drank. She was emotionally unstable. She kept leaving the family between my first and fifth birthdays. My father was a harsh, cold, emotionally unavailable man, obsessed with the integrity of his own ego. My brother didn't give a single shit about me - constantly mocked me, humiliated me, tore me down. And to be fair, I was an actor in terrible, unimaginable violence myself. At seven years old, I killed a stray cat. That was a horrifying, monstrous, nightmarish thing to do. I still can't forgive myself for it.
But the worst chapter of my life was school. A concentration camp of sadistic psychopaths. That's where I learned to hate my body. Hate my own personality - my tastes, my interests, my preferences. That's where I was taught to shut up, hide, and not stand out. That's where they tried to drill into me the Russian Darwinian worldview - raw force and sardonic cruelty as the highest values.
Unimaginable cruelty.
That gut-wrenching, bone-deep fear just walking through the door. No hope. The habit of silence. Constantly being on edge, waiting for someone to hit you or start humiliating you. That animal stupor when a whole group of your classmates is beating you, and the girls stand off to the side — sometimes laughing, sometimes "magnanimously" trying to pull the sadists away.
That hell couldn't have been made by human hands. That layer was ripped straight from some vile, deep stratum of the Id - the collective unconscious.
And the humiliation. Constant humiliation, all eleven years. Total, all-encompassing shame that physically destroyed me. And I was powerless to do anything about it. This is normal, right? This is how it's supposed to be. Just be quiet. Don't stand out. Try not to be noticed. Keep your mouth shut.
And honestly? This is everywhere in Russia.
This isn't life. This is psychopathy. Millions and millions of Russians for centuries have just accepted this rotten, pathetic existence - barely different from what I described above - because any alternative inside this prison of nations is simply impossible.
Because the sacred duty of the Great Leader is to impose his will on every single one of his subjects, down to the last peasant. The sacred duty of the Great Leader is to exploit his Empire with the most uncompromising ruthlessness - as if the entire earth were his personal backyard. And the sacred duty of the Great Leader is to defend the highest Slavic principle: Power.
Dominate or be dominated. Enslave or be enslaved. Kill or be killed.
Famous French aristocrat Marquis de Custine, who traveled through Russia during the time of Tsar Nicholas in the 1830s, said: "The Russia is the discipline of the camp substituted for the civic order—it is the state of siege become the normal state of society."
And he was right. A nation at siege. No conflict - from the pettiest cruelty to the bloodiest battle - escapes the vulgar appetites of these neo-pagans. We, these civilizational neophytes, are completely strangers to negotiation. Compromise? Not our thing. And forget moral philosophy entirely. We were born a nation of savages, and for the foreseeable future, we'll remain one. We shouldn't even bother hoping to earn the respect of civilized peoples until we come to terms with one basic truth: our cultural principles are still based on backward, barbaric, partly even animal impulses. And no matter how hard we try to hide our medieval savagery - shaving our beards, building a navy, luring German nobility, resisting European invasions, abolishing serfdom, switching from tsarism to communism to some schizophrenic mix of both - Russia remains true to itself. Three centuries after Peter the "Westernizer" the Great, this is still a country that can't build decent roads or even provide gas to its own people. What good is a superpower if it can't provide a decent standard of living for the majority of its population? What good is a massive nuclear arsenal if the country's civilian infrastructure is constantly teetering on the edge of irreversible collapse?
What good are endless conquests and expansion if the country can't even get its own house in order?
That we have repeatedly refused to ask ourselves these difficult but necessary questions throughout our history - that is our most terrible failure as a nation.
tebra javi ovom drugorusu da krene da piše knjige, možda se budu dobro prodavale po zapadima, mada teško će to da ide pored sve prisutne soroš propagande međ žgadijom lol
Која је поента ових кабадатових објава о срањима у русији, па овако нешто имаш свуда, иако сам престао да читам на четвритини објаве зобг патишпањско-америчке приче.
minvajl ovaj taliban dočao u Kijev za pare da bodri ukre dalje da gube skalpove
Prince Harry:
Ukraine has very much earned the respect of the world through its leadership, through its resilience, and through its conduct, and of course, through its innovation.
The question is no longer whether Ukraine will stand. The question is, will the rest of the world match your resolve? Because one day soon, this war will end. And history will not ask what we said, it will ask what we did.
Putin: Zapad je prvo podelio Srbe u više država, a zatim se uhvatio za Ukrajinu „Nastavili su da se šire i na kraju su stigli do Ukrajine” – rekao je Vladimir Putin
nato pakt svedoci: Putin tezak retard, pucaju po savovima
Snaha: Njegova snaha je Anastasija Vladimirovna Bocan-Harčenko (devojački Petrova). Ona je u ruskoj javnosti poznata i kao vanbračna ćerka pokojnog lidera ruske partije LDPR, Vladimira Žirinovskog
Ео и нецтор спомиње нешто наше добровољце коко их је погинуло у украјини, баш би било екстра бар на крају рата видети или сад колико је наших изгинуло у 12 година
Zelenski smenio komandanta snaga za logistiku Vladimir Zelenski smenio je komandanta snaga logistike Vladimira Karpenka, bliskog saradnika bivšeg komandanta Oružanih snaga Ukrajine Aleksandra Sirskog, i na njegovo mesto imenovao Jurija Pogrebnog.
Ima li neko da se nađe da prevede prezime i značenje istog, napaćenom ukrajinskom narodu? Ili je u pitanju komedija?
Odakle Rusiji gorivo kad su sve rafinerije spaljene, odakle Srbiji ustav kad se ruši po Gazivodama, odakle sinu Danilu vozila sa blinkerima , kad mu tata vozi Škodu?