Twelve years of war.

Putin and anyone supporting him are brain-dead fucking morons who don’t know a goddamn thing about war.

This is a horrifying, bloody meat grinder where living people have their limbs torn off daily on an industrial scale, simply because a bunch of fucking morons (namely: the Government of the Russian Federation, represented by Putin, his gang, and all those complicit) felt an overwhelming urge, as casually as taking a piss, to open a local branch of hell on earth.

These are primitive primates, proudly jerking off to Putin’s geopolitical complexes in front of their TV screens. This is the Pax Russica rotting in trench mud, embodied in the nameless corpse of a Russian soldier. This is thousands of murdered Ukrainian children. Murdered for no reason whatsoever. This is a countless multitude of shattered lives, thrown into the grinding wheels of a war machine brutal in its senselessness.

Growing up, we used to put on school plays about the horrors of WWII under the guidance of our teachers. Now, to the thunderous applause of a bloodthirsty mob, Russian soldiers are bringing those horrors back to life. It’s terrifying and, perhaps, impossible to fully grasp. Impossible — and yet necessary.

Fuck war.