
Hopefully normal service is now restored.

For those who don’t know what this is about:
https://simplicius76.substack.com/p/kursk-collapse-accelerates-as-daring
https://www.zerohedge.com/geopolitical/almost-unbelievable-details-great-gas-pipeline-caper-2025
Once upon a ’14 dreary
The world waited, worn and weary
To see what evil Obama would bring to fore;
Suddenly there came a snapping
As of jackboots all a-rapping
As of nazi jackboots a-rapping
Outside the Rada’s door
” ‘Tis nothing much,” said the world
“Just some marching and nothing more.”
O dreadful in February, as of Bandera all bleary –
Peering from out his grave at his followers a hundred score
Heiling him as they marched, in nazi uniforms pressed’n’starched
As they sought to bring to life what had been crushed eighty years before
“Ah, feels good,” said he, in his grave under a tree,
“We’re back as never before
Time to lean back and roar.”
Ah distinctly he remembers, by the glowing embers
Of the massacres his OUN committed years-many-a-score
Blood flowing in rivers, Poles’ and Jews’ dying shivers
Brought him ecstasy like he’d never felt before.
“Surely,” he thought a thought
“This chance has us brought
The freedom to murder Russians we never had before.
Surely we can now murder Russians like we never did before.”
He thought, and grinned, like an opening door
Like Hell’s slow-opening door.
“Nazi!” said Donbass, “thing of evil
Fascist, traitor, scum and devil,
Think you to do now what you couldn’t do before?
Our grandfathers beat you then, cast your mind to back when
And we’ll break you again, on the rock of our freedom’s shore
Till only your bones are left on freedom’s shore
Only those, and nothing more.”
O reeling back in December, as Donbass’ warriors tore asunder
Nazi units that had gone to put them to the yoke and more
NATO whined and squealed, as ancient tanks westward wheeled
Liberating the lands that they had once before
Freeing the lands from nazis they had done once before
In hallowed 1944 of storied lore.
“Give us an agreement,” said alleged lady and alleged gent,
Merkel and Hollande, “leaders of the world” and more –
“Let there be peace, bread, honey, milk and cheese,
Just sign Minsk II and believe us more and more
Believe that we’re sincere about peace this time, oh
Like we never were before.”
Then came that dread winter, when they finally felt ready to splinter
That “peace deal” they’d signed so many years before
“Come March ’22, we’ll screw down the screw
Crush the Donbass, as we’ve been trained and armed to do and more
Put on our Waffen SS patch, pull down our tank’s turret hatch
And fire our shells at mums and kids in Donetsk till they can take no more
Blood flowing in the street, now that’s something you can’t beat
Russian blood flowing in the street, as nazis had done before
That’s something all of us adore,
Give us that and then some more.”
But then it came to pass, like spring’s soil sprouting grass
That finally Russia could take no more;
“If war is what must be, then let it be set free
From the dungeon we chained it for eight years and more,
From the time that it was aching to blast, through the nazis that were massed
To burn Odessa’s protestors alive and more
To free all from Bandera’s filth and more
From the steppe to the Black Sea Shore.”
So now is the time at hand, when Russia’s soldiers all a-band
Break the back of nazism, as they did once before,
Not to think of “peace” decrees, or of a “conflict freeze”,
But to push on to victory as their ancestors had before,
In Paris and then again
In Berlin through blood and pain
To victory once again, as they had oft before
Then there will be peace, and in no way more.
Now the Ukranazi still is whinging, still is clinging
To his tattered swastika flag as it droops more than ever before,
While Russia’s soldiers closer press, he puts more patches on his battledress
Waffen SS patches from battles eighty years before –
And looks to children and old men
To fight for him as back then
To fight for him as he readies to flee once more
To his western masters as he’d done before
‘Tis deja vu, and nothing more.

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This story arc was the psychologically toughest thing I have ever had to draw. I dedicate it to my friend Yalensis of Awful Avalanche who asked for the knife fight story with a different ending.
Back to nice harmless Stepan next.
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