Kharkiv. Senseless bombardment of the city. Innocent people were killed again, incl. five month old baby.
The only message that Ukraine would have to send to the West after 3 months of this massacre was to sound like this:
“Dear Western partners, we ask you to temporarily stop deliveries of fighters, they are already crowded in our skies, our birds simply have nowhere to miss each other. And we don’t need more tanks – we already have more of them than cars on the roads. every housewife has in the house … “
Instead, we hear that there is an acute shortage of long-range weapons, there is nothing to fire at the rear of the horde. We hear that the soldiers at the front are now holding on almost exclusively thanks to their unbending spirit.
There are still no doubts about the victory of Ukraine.
But the world that periodically in the person of Macron asks to save face to Putin the Killer, or in the person of Kissinger asks to give Ukrainian land to Putin the Killer, or in the person of Scholz, who in words is Leo Tolstoy (or Goethe Heinrich), but in reality mercilessly delays deliveries, or in the person of a Hungarian slug who frankly takes the side of the Fuhrer – this world has not understood anything.
Until February 24, 2022, they could still be called affectionately infantile and clinically shy with their eternal anxiety and anxiety.
But today it has only one name – ugly disgusting.
Imagine for a second how, in 1943, the members of the anti-Hitler coalition, instead of mercilessly destroying the Nazis, discussed how best to save the face of a psychopath who burns people in ovens?
Or is it necessary to wait for the ovens and gas chambers? Are 20,000 Ukrainians killed in Mariupol so unimpressive?
Where would our world be now if, instead of tearing the empire of a crazy maniac to pieces, the coalition would have traded with him and along the way argued which of the territories occupied by the Nazis would be better for him to give so that he would not be very angry.
Do we understand correctly that Ukraine is now shedding its blood, holding back the red-brown plague from the East at an unbearable price so that it does not spread further across Europe, and at this time Europe is worried … Just worried? She is uncomfortable. Mild discomfort. You know, all this war, all this genocide is at hand… It interferes with eating croissants in cozy cafes and enjoying the opera after the evening promenade.
Idiots, the grin on Putin’s face The killer is the last thing you’ll see before you die if he’s not stopped. Keep your dignity, if it still remains in your softened hearts. Otherwise, instead of the crunch of a French roll, your bones will crunch under the tracks of Russian tanks.
If you don’t feel sorry for the Ukrainians, then at least have pity on yourself. Yes, war is not sitting around at a global climate change matinee where the only death that awaits is death from boredom.
The war requires a tough, unambiguous, immediate reaction, and not telephone conversations with a crazy grandfather in a bunker somewhere in the Taiga, who decided to destroy the whole world.
There is no one else to pacify, dear Western friends, there is nothing left but to destroy without further ado.
But the understanding of this, apparently, has not yet come. For the time being, we crunch cowardly with a French bun. Well, then get crunchy.