We cannot ignore
Valdas is still blocked on Facebook, so I am writing for him. At 2 a.m. (!!!) he received a summons to report to the police station in seven hours. What urgency when the batters are piling up the statements! It's a good thing Valdas keeps up with the police and checks the mail in the early hours of the morning! At least ten angry vatniks demanded that Valdas be punished for the bucket at the Uzbek embassy. And what are our police to do? They took it and punished Valdas. „We can't ignore it” - that's how they explained the 15 EUR fine. It's a pity that the police are in such a hurry to find those who planted the explosive device at Valdas' house. More precisely, the police have relegated the investigation to an unimportant one. You see, the Moros were joking with the bastards. Good clapbacks when the sound of the explosion could be heard 5 kilometres away.
P.S. If you're thinking, what's the big deal about €15, think again, because it's not about the euro and the size of the fine. The point is that activists are being persecuted, that criminal records are appearing in their personal files, and that even access to credit is being made worse. That if you get another fine, for example for a speeding offence, you are already subject to the maximum fine. And so on and so forth.
Happy Palm Sunday, driskiai! Whatever the country, so are the verbs!
If you don't like the bucket of manure at the „Memorial to the Unfortunate Russians“ in Vilnius (!), then :
-You are Russian,
-You're still living in some kind of rosy world because... the Russians haven't come to your house yet.
When the Russians come to you on purpose (and those who accidentally died in Crocus Hall), there will be rivers of blood - not theirs, but yours. But somehow you manage to ignore this fact, which has been confirmed in Ukraine, and continue to feel sorry for „innocent“ people.
The bucket of manure and fake flowers outside the manure country's embassy is a perfect satire of everything that is happening there. And your reaction to it is an indicator of your sober assessment (or not) of what is happening to the people and in Ukraine. Your degree of involvement in our war, which will undoubtedly become yours as you turn your nose up at the installation, ignoring the ocean of shit outside your windows.
I appeal especially to those who live in the Baltic States and who will be targeted by those who bring fresh flowers to the Reich Embassy, not a bucket of dead flowers in a stool. Think about it if you can.
