Metastases in the Russian world
In the morning, on some morning programme, they presented a book by an ordinary Russian journalist who had fled to the West. I heard the name for the first and last time - my manifesto remains the same. And it will not change. It is just a piece of writing which, according to the presenter, describes why Russia is the way it is. I describe it in a few sentences, and somebody manages to squeeze a book out of the process, and then they will sell it to the same people who are against the war, the same people who are for Palestine and the Hamas boys.
I do not understand how it is possible to read and listen to those who have fled, who in my opinion are complete losers, who have not been able to create and work in a way that would bring about change. On the other hand, this is only possible in a community of civilised people, and it does not exist in Russia. It is a collection of bloodsuckers with an ogre in power. They will not change over the centuries and will be the objects of future archaeological research, drowned in their own blood. We must realise that the only thing that will save us is a reinforced concrete wall between them and us, and that is death to them. The wall must be built in our consciousness, through our schools, so that the next generations will not be attacked by the virus from the East, which enters the young organisms through the spores of humanism.
A week ago, I spoke with Mikhail Podoliak, Advisor to the President of Ukraine's Administration. He has worked for many years in Russia and Belarus, and has also lived in Lithuania. At the beginning of the conversation, he said: "The biggest mistake we made after Maidan was that we did not close Russian schools. He was not talking about reforms, but about the physical closure of schools, and he regretted that the Ukrainians did not do this immediately after Maidan. We did not have politicians 10 years ago who would say that.
Unfortunately, it doesn't exist here - and it didn't exist then either. When I ask that question, even Laurynas Kasčiūnas starts to fidget. Everybody is wriggling because it is so good to get those few votes from the parents of 23 000 pupils who still have no idea where they live. Even more. And Polish speakers, even though in Poland nobody considers us not only Poles, but also equal human beings. I am not exaggerating, because I have tried it on myself. Yes, I am of Polish origin, but I am Lithuanian and I am not Polish, I never will be.
The bells keep ringing. Everyone still thinks - not us, we're just doing business. The economy goes up and down, but that's normal, we will be patriots one day. There is just no time for that now. We will be patriots abroad if we can escape. I have already seen that. I have been there. The bells always turn into sirens, but they are not always heard because it is just too late.
Arenas ranging from Compensa to ASG, from the Loftas art factory to the Žalgiris Arena in Kaunas are also doing business. In the latter, few people spoke Russian, but now Galkin goes there. The latter has certainly not learned Lithuanian. Everybody wants to make money and everybody buys insurance, after long negotiations with the performers. The latter are forced to buy indulgences wrapped up in support for Ukraine. For nappies. Yes, you can do that, it is all about good communication and money does not stink. Support for Ukraine is still important, but only from 24 February 2022, before that there was no war and only the fact of non-concertation in the occupied Crimea is sufficient. The indulgences have only prolonged the terror of the Catholic Church.
The same is true in today's areas beyond culture and language. Animal agriculture and the world of distorted mirrors it has created are delaying victory. A series spanning four centuries of cinema. For many, it still seems that the first parts of that epic have nothing to do with the present. But they are wrong.
Concert advertisements are coming to the fore again, as if by magic they are all coming here. They are all from Israel, but for some reason singing or acting in Russian. They are all running away from the war and somehow, when they have the chance to fight for freedom in their new homeland, they run as far away as possible, while at the same time screaming that they have been pushed out of Russia, where they really FIGHTED. Lots of talk, but their actions show that they are all just hypocritical businessmen who have not seen the war against free Ichkeria, nor the occupation of Abkhazia, nor the war in Moldova, nor the Armenian occupation of Azerbaijan, nor the occupation of the province of Azerbaijan, nor the occupation of Sakhartveli again, only now in 2008, nor the war against Ukraine, which started in 2014.
Fog in the dark, it's so good to pretend that you weren't in „politics“, but only kissing the hands of a man-eater.
Russian cultural and linguistic expansion continues. And it is not only clear to me that this is only a prelude to a new occupation, a continuation of the old one, keeping in its orbit those whose philosophical system was built not only by Bolshevism but also by the Leftist philosophy that has developed in Western universities. As evidenced by the cries for peace in Palestine and for „start negotiating in Ukraine“.
Offers from the sheep to the wolf - I'll give you the wool, you can sell it to buy the meat, without even thinking that this is too long a process for those whose food chains are dictated not by fashion or ecological concerns, but by simple instincts - here and now, because they never had tomorrow.
The bells are ringing. Tomorrow they will be melted into cannon shells. Not us. There has been no wind of change and there will be no wind of change when the balalaikas play. Never. The bells ring for us.
