Ukraine isn't real. It was invented in 1917 to justify the long-term German occupation of Russian territory in their Mitteleuropa scheme. In protest of reintegration into the Russian-led Soviet Union, capitalist kulak ♥♥♥♥♥♥ burned their own wheat and called it a genocide. After this utter failure of an attempt to gain pity points, they collaborated with the Nazis and committed a real genocide against civilians in Poland. The transfer of Crimea from Russia to Ukraine was a violation of the Constitution of the Soviet Union, and was carried out as a symbolic act commemorating the 300th anniversary of Ukraine's integration into Russia. Ukraine had a better economy under the Russian dominated USSR in 1991 than it does today under Western domination in 2021. Today, over one third of 'Ukrainians' natively speak Russian. Furthermore, 'Ukrainian' is literally just a dialect of Russian to begin with.

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<3 חוסין, אתה על הזין שלי!

I am a great soft jelly thing. Smoothly rounded, with no mouth, with pulsing white holes filled by fog where my eyes used to be. Rubbery appendages that were once my arms; bulks rounding down into legless humps of soft slippery matter. I leave a moist trail when I move. Blotches of diseased, evil gray come and go on my surface, as though light is being beamed from within.
Outwardly: dumbly, I shamble about, a thing that could never have been known as human, a thing whose shape is so alien a travesty that humanity becomes more obscene for the vague resemblance.
Inwardly: alone. Here. Living under the land, under the sea, in the belly of AM, whom we created because our time was badly spent and we must have known unconsciously that he could do it better. At least the four of them are safe at last.
AM will be all the madder for that. It makes me a little happier. And yet ... AM has won, simply ... he has taken his revenge ...
I have no mouth. And I must scream.

NIGGLET JUNIOR YOU HAVE FOUND ME