8Petros (he/him)

Postproletarian transanarchist kolapsnik.

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  • I am nice because I chose so – not because I must.
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    2 years ago

    Yes. Many years ago, I had a hot summer affair with Ayn Rand. Moaning with pleasure, I read “Atlas Shrugged” through (including 181-pages long programmatic monologue of John Galt). When I finished reading, I looked around, and said to myself, “No f… way!”

    Historically, that was my turning point towards anarchism.






  • Having a choice between the Ukrainians and the Russian Empire (self-certified genocidal and literally fascist project) I still chose Ukrainians. Let alone the fact that my place is in the pipeline for Russian invasion, just after Moldova and Prybaltyka.

    Every Russian politician, oligarch, soldier, agent, troll or useful idiot stopped or scared away by the Ukrainians is one less to deal with, when our time comes.








  • I see three possibilities:

    • A very stupid Russian “resistance” group.
    • An element of internal struggle for influence in the power apparatus.
    • A Russian spec operation (an expansion of the recent “thwarted assassination” of propagandists).

    And probably all three at the same time.

    And why don’t I believe Ukrainians are involved?

    Ukraine’s entire style of warfare, including the pursuit of individual responsibility of the perpetrators of crimes by the prosecution and courts, is the exact opposite of political assassination tactics. Targeted killings of specific civilians off the battlefield are very politically damaging, and completely irrelevant tactically.

    The main political winner of such an action is the Kremlin, which gets a sentimental story on a platter about ugly terrorists killing the children of philosophers. Whoever planned this action must have been aware of it.