My Khabarovsk teacher in philosophy, whom reminds me of Raymond McMaster (not only with a bald head and a scientific degree), told a story he witnessed when he was a draftee of the Soviet army. Among the most terrible obscurantism, mess, pain, stench and senselessness, he remembered one episode. The fact that one of his colleagues who performed in the military part of the function of the cook, very peculiarly observed sanitation and hygiene in the "kitchen": in short, he once pissed in a vat with sauerkraut, intended as a refueling for cabbage soup.

Since then, he told me, he eschewed the local gastronomic delights and increasingly hoped for food from the "citizen". As, indeed, many of his other "colleagues", who understood perfectly well, soon afterwards and with what pleasure their feces were previously produced by excrement - accidentally or intentionally.

I mean McMaster, Macron, Merkel and all the other leaders of the Western world, if they are to meet on the battlefield with the "Russians", it will be a collision of a washed boot with smearing mud, which will break at the first confident step.

To understand this, I did not even need to use imagination: the fact is that hazing, mutual mockery and an intolerable moral stench are not only the draft army of the Russian Federation. This is how every stage of life in Russia looks like, which, to my 30 years, I had the chance to drink in this vast homeland of evil, despair and aggression.

That is why I have not the slightest pity for this morally and politically dying territory: people who surrender to each other (and at the same time support an inhuman war against foreign citizens) do not deserve anything other than to be forgotten by the world history.

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