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The digital iron curtain just fell. This week, we dive into the total communications blackout in Moscow and St. Petersburg as the Kremlin panics over satellite photos of their burning oil terminals. But the internet ban is just the beginning.
We’re tracking the terminal phase of the Russian economy: the 39% food-poverty trap, the mandatory 15% labor purges, and the terrifying "Soviet" plan to confiscate 67 trillion rubles in civilian bank accounts. Meanwhile, the military-industrial complex is a grift. We look at the scavenged reality of the trenches, where Russian troops are crowdfunding DIY rocket tubes and using electric kick-scooters for assaults, while the elite hallucinate about a thousand new passenger jets.
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Greetings comrades, and welcome to another episode
of The Eastern Border.
I'm your host, Christophe Sandresons.
First I'd like to mention that since the last episode
because I took a small break to do some countries
I'd work over here and there.
Well, we found out that there was a bit of an outbreak
in this foot of now disease over there in Russia.
However, that doesn't make the situation better.
In fact, it makes it worse since Russia actively tried to
downplay the whole event.
And at the same time, you can't let a good crisis go unsolved.
So, well, this is called theory about
how the big meat was trying to use this to their own advantage.
Oh well, that's still very much applies.
They just, well, took this thing
and they needed to hide the foot of mouth disease
and then they used it to their full advantage.
Because, well, like I said, you can't go.
You can't let a good crisis to go unused.
That's number one.
Number two, yeah, I was just quite burnt out
in the middle of the month.
So, I took about a week off.
Did a bit of a weird research gathering stuff
which was interesting since
I think I helped spot the ship.
We have a whole situation there.
Like, find one of those, you know,
ship finding things using AI.
We accidentally built on a genetic network on my PC
and fed it to a lot of data for analysis
and to pull out stuff from insane amounts of Excel spreadsheets
and then some data popped up.
And it was interesting.
But we'll know how that turns out later.
It was quite stunning.
We filed the report.
It was just amazing.
But with all this in mind,
I was about to go back to these episodes
because I have a lot of material.
I'm going to be more incoming very soon.
But, well, let me just paint you a picture
of how this episode actually began.
You see, last night I was standing on my own yard there.
Very deep, laughing in the country.
So, 22 kilometers from Russia.
And I was outside drilling some socialics
and joined the absolute peace of a spring evening
when my inevitable phone just suddenly erupted.
It wasn't the next message or anything.
It was the official orange alert
from the Latvian National Armed Forces.
The message was blunt.
Threaten the airspace.
They covered immediately.
Call one, one, two, if you see a low-fly object.
Yeah, ground threats.
Very nice.
So, we grabbed David to grab the dog
and moved straight into the safe spot of our house
because, well, when you've experienced what I've seen
and when you live 22 kilometers from the border,
this weird collapsing empire,
yeah, you don't take chances.
You don't go outside to film the sky for TikTok
or something, you get the safety.
And, sure enough, while we were sitting in the dark
waiting for the all-clear,
well, social media started lighting up with unverified footage
of massive fireballs erupting over the tree line,
somewhere out in the dark Latvian woods.
And people say that, you know,
it's not been re-ealent to know this stuff,
but I don't know.
People went a bit crazy.
However, think about the sheer terrifying absurdity
of that for a second.
The Russian military machine has degraded
to such a pathetic functionally-brained state
that there's crap metal.
Well, bleeding over in NATO line.
Well, at least could be.
I don't know.
This might be just a Ukrainian drone
that was flying to his targets,
but still, it wouldn't be surprised either way.
And over here, over here might as well be Russia too,
after all, we're so close.
However, if it's Russia, then,
then it's the level of incompetence
that would be comical if it wasn't forcing NATO citizens
into safety and afraid of drones on a Saturday night.
But, while the physical wreckage
of Putin's Grand Imperial Ambition
was allegedly burning a hole in the dirt road
in my backyard,
what exactly was the Kremlin doing?
Were they fixing their command and control?
Or are they patching their broken navigation systems?
Of course not.
They were too busy turning of the lights in their own house.
Yesterday, the Russian state pulled the lever
on a $12 billion digital kill switch.
They activated the Soviet and Internet protocols
plunging Moscow, St. Petersburg,
and massive swaths of the country
into a total communications blackout.
Telegram went down there.
What sub-died?
The entire digital nervous system of the country
was smothered under under a whitelist grid.
And the head of Russia.com,
Mikhail Osyevsky,
cheerfully took the microphones
of the Claire that Telegram is dying,
but their state mandated
FSB monitor messenger app called Maks,
is growing!
So everything is perfectly fine.
This isn't just modern authoritarianism.
This is the late Soviet Geronto,
Gerontocracy all over again.
Is the exact same,
rotting,
my rat-ratting stupid mindset,
the jammed radio free Europe in the 1980s,
only this time the post-bro
is armed with deep-packed inspection algorithms,
instead of, you know, radio towers.
They didn't shut down the Internet
because of some massive and controllable uprising.
The Telegram protests they were so terrified of
never even happened.
The state preemptively suffocated them the crib.
They arrested the people
who merely applied for the protest permits.
They arrested people who posted online
explicitly telling others not to go.
They dragged citizens like Artur Wagner,
no relation to the Wagner group,
into the Mishansky police station
and beat them,
threatening them with torture and rape,
just to extract false confessions.
So if the streets were empty,
why burn billions of rubles
in local business revenue
by shutting down the Internet?
Why sever the horizontal civilian networks
that are literally keeping the country alive?
Huh!
The answer was,
proudly provided by none other than
the neo-Nazi-Z channel Deshargarusich.
They said the quiet part out loud.
They admitted that if the state hadn't blocked Telegram,
the entire Russian population would have seen
the high-resolution satellite photos
of the Wich Luga oil terminal
completely annihilated by Ukrainian drones.
The Russian command didn't shut down the Internet to stop right.
They shut down the Internet
and hide the burning wreckage of their own economy
from their own serfs.
If a billion dollar expert
hubburns down,
but you physically prevent the population
from looking at the nice pictures,
then according to Kremlin,
it never happened.
But you cannot hide a systemic default forever.
You can force the population
onto a state-monitored app.
You can beat them in police stations,
but you cannot delete the reality of
starving economy.
Because while the elite are desperately trying to curate
a digital alternative reality,
where they're still advancing
and there's still some sort of push going forward
from the Russian side,
well, the Russian working class in the streets.
Yeah, they're running out of money to eat.
And I mean that literally, by the way,
we've hit the track called.
The average Russian citizen
is now spending 39% of their income on food.
In the poorer regions,
that number spikes past 60%.
Let me put that into economic perspective.
When a population spends
that much of their survival budget
just to put calories on the table,
it's called Engel's Law.
Yes, the very same.
Engel's of Marx and Engel's fame.
Of the communist manifesto.
This is the mathematical definition of systemic poverty.
But here's the truly grotesque part.
They aren't even buying real food anymore.
To prevent mass starvation
and full-blown bread riots,
the state has forced agricultural producers
to artificially suppress prices
by cutting basic dairy products
with counterfeit industrial-grade palm oil and beef fat.
They're feeding their own population
literal garbage,
literal garbage,
an ingestible paste
because the Kremlin's war machine has devoured
the national budget.
The people are eating fake food,
paid for with a collapsing currency,
while the government smiles
them that everything is going according to plan.
They call it import substitution.
I call it force-feeding your population's slop
so the defense contractors
can buy another mansion.
When the business owner is begged for relief,
when they point out that their profits are zero
and they're drowning in debt,
the head of central bank,
Elvira no Buenina,
looks at them dead in the eye
and calls it a planned cooling.
Planed cooling, yeah.
That's the clinical sociophatic term,
the elite use
when they are intentionally
letting the civilian economy
die to artificially suppress inflation,
that they are actively
engineering the bankruptcy
of their own citizens.
Major retail chains are imploring.
X5 retail group,
the giant between,
behind Picheračka,
is running on a microscopic 2% margin.
4,500 stores
closed in Moscow alone this year.
Shopping malls are turning into ghost towns
because the middle class
no longer exists.
In the state?
The state is quietly mandating
a 15% labor purge
across all municipal governments
and state owned enterprises.
They're firing hundreds
of thousands of people
throwing them into the cold
creating a destitute underclass.
Why?
So that these desperate men,
facing eviction
and starvation,
have absolutely no choice
but to sign day 4.5 million
ruble contract
with a mainstream defense.
Grab a rifle
and walk into a Ukrainian minefield.
Just feed their kids.
But even that blood money
isn't enough to plug
the bleeding artery
of the war deficit.
The federal budget is imploding.
Again,
like we said previously,
they have burned
through 90% of this year's
planned deficit in just January
and February,
and I'm still waiting
for March.
So, right now,
the fact how to plug this
homeless, well,
the criminal elite,
has now turned to openly
talk about discussing
the plan to confiscate
the 67 trillion
rubles of civilian savings
currently sitting
in the Russian banks.
They're doing exactly
what the dying Soviet Union did
before it collapsed
under its own weight.
It's the direct undeniable
return to the late Soviet
Jedi andocracy,
where the state simply reaches
into your bank account
and steals everything
you work for to fund
its foreign imperial
blunders.
And the population
knows it.
The bankrun is continuing
and we're at
not 1.9 trillion rubles.
Again,
we're waiting for the March
data.
This is going to be interesting
since this is the biggest
bankrun since, well,
since the war started.
The people are buying
paper maps
and hoarding cash
under their mattresses
because they know
the state is coming
for their wallets.
And what does the state do
with all this stolen wealth?
Well,
they certainly
aren't spending it on
Russia.
The physical infrastructure
of the Federation is
literally dissolving.
As we speak,
massive floods
are washing away
entire towns in Chechnya and
Dagestan.
Bridges are collapsing.
Dams are failing.
Half million people
are sitting in the dark
without power.
And the federal response?
Of course.
As usual.
Nothing.
There is no money
for emergency services.
There is no money
for regional infrastructure
either.
Instead, it's currently
spending $11.8 billion
to build a new
railway line occupied Ukraine
to bypass the
carriage bridge.
Why?
Well, they're failing.
They're
porting the nationals
remaining wealth
into the blood,
soaked dirt
to the Donbass,
while actual Russian
Federation sings into the mud.
It's so bad that
in the heart of Moscow,
the municipal government
couldn't even afford
to pay contractors
to take down the Christmas
decorations.
It's late March,
and massive New Year's
trees are still
rotting away
in the capital,
standing there.
The Empire
is rotting
from the inside out,
wrapped in faded
tinsel,
managed by a man
steal that away
to a victory
that will never come.
Because if you
want to understand
how the country
destroys itself this
quickly, you have to
look at the people
running it.
You have to look at
the absolute
hallucinary delusion
of an elite class
that has completely
lost touch with the
reality on the ground.
You have to look at
the planet of the
pink potas,
as Igor Gyrkin
calls them,
where the men are
sending the surfs
to die,
and then themselves
are too busy
admiring their own
reflections.
The people,
running this
meat grinder, are
under opavera clerks,
who are actively
hallucinating their own
competence.
They live in the
sanitized, hermetically
sealed bubble, completely
divorced from the
physical decay of the
country they're running.
Look at the head
of Rostylia Com,
Michal of
Shavsky.
This is the man
who just pulled the
plug on the nation
after all.
He flips the kill switch
on the entire country's
digital infrastructure,
obliterates the
volunteer networks,
blinds the
frontline troops,
and then steps up
this is growing,
so everything is
fine.
Everything is
fine, of course.
It is the battle
cry of the
terminally delusional.
They have
severeed the last remaining
arteries of
civilian communication,
and they're
celebrating it as a triumph
of domestic
software.
We have seen this
exapsychological
pathology before.
Look at
Argentinian
1982.
Leopold Galtieri
and the military
junta were sitting on
top of a
rotting bankrupt
economy.
Their domestic
military was
exposed to a
hollow, incompetent
shell.
But Galtieri
couldn't
admit it.
He sat in his
palace.
He sat in his
palace in
Buenos Aires, printing
fake news about
glorious victory, as
well, he's
poorly equipped, freezing
conscripts.
Well, they suffered
in the mud.
Putin's
nomenclature.
The military was
exposed to a hollow
incompetent shell.
But Galtieri
couldn't admit it.
He sat in his
palace.
Nomenclature is
doing the exact same
thing right now, only
there.
They're doing it
with the...
with the threat of
nuclear weapons and
electric kick scooters.
They're printing
reports about
glorious economic
growth while the
province is wash away in
the rain.
But here's the
beautiful dark irony
of the current moment.
The most
rabid, bloodthirsty
cheerleaders of this war
are, once again, carrying
gone with, waking up to
the grift.
The dead bloggers
who spent the last
four years screaming
of the extermination
of Kiev are
hiding them just
as much.
And the Stasiya
Kasyavarava, a
hardcore Z-propagandist,
absolutely stabbed
this week.
She listened to
a shave's key
talking about how
everything is fine, and
she laid down the
actual reality of the
Russian Federation.
She wrote that
small and medium businesses
are dying.
Volunteer networks are
dying.
The legal system is
dying.
The frontline
troops are dying.
The
mystic production is
dying.
Everything
that wasn't
killed during the
war.
That's me, folks.
She pointed
out the grotesque
hypocrisy of the
elite.
The Kremlin views
the Russian people as
cockroaches.
They expect the
serfs to put on
busts, chews,
shut their mouths, and
died a
trench for the
motherland.
While the state
managers and deputies
categorically
refused to live in one
room apartment, and
refused to take the
30,000 rubles
salaries, and
absolutely refused to
wear cheap, domestic
suits.
It's a culture of
total, under-
the
30,000
planes.
That
current
aviation sector is
literally
cannibalizing its own
air, and they're
promising a thousand
new jets.
It's a geopolitical
equivalent of a
bank or a
telegar, by a
Michelin star
restaurant, for his
mistress, using a
max-cell credit card.
A
desperate, pathetic
projection of wealth, and
well, an illusion of
power that simply does
not exist anymore.
And this fatal
realization isn't just
happening on
telegram.
It's bleeding
directly into the
trenches.
Said author
Slotkov, just
published a
dispatch that
should identify every
plant.
The ground in the
mud told themselves they
were there was a clever
plan.
They felt the high
command was holding back
its true strength,
waiting for the perfect
moment to unleash the
real Russian
bear.
But, but, after four
years of eating
drone-trapnel, they
have realized that
there is, well, there
is no plan.
There is no
secret reserve.
Slotkov admits that
the troops now see the
leadership as cowards.
The men are ordered to
charge forward and die
without hesitation, while
the elite in Moscow
tipped around the
west.
Goose stepping on their
haunches, and, quote,
terrified of actually
fighting NATO, but too
proud to admit they
have lost.
The soldiers are
looking over their
shoulders and realizing
that the men, giving
the orders, are
terrified themselves.
Because, well, they
have well, because well
the elite pretend they're
fighting a high tech
war against the combined
might of the west.
Or, so they
pretend the reality of
their utter
impotence is burning
right through their own
backyard.
Yeah.
They have every
reason to be afraid.
They aren't just
being dismantled by
cars or hypersinnah
cruise missiles.
They are being
humiliated by
cardboard.
And I mean cardboard
quite literally here
because, well, now we
have to talk about
Ustluga and Primorsk.
See, this is the
arterial network of the
Russian Federation.
This is where the
lifeblood of the empire,
the oil, the gas, the
hydrocarbons that pay
for the right police, the
propagandists, and the
golden toilets in the
Kremlin.
Well, this is where
the oil flows out into
the world.
Right now, the global
oil markets in the
state of sheer panic.
After all, you know, we
are on the United
States trading blows.
Brent Crude is
spiking, and the
Kremlin was supposed to
be rolling in this
mass event expected
windfall.
And despite, and even
in addition to all the
facts that I've laid out
in the previous episodes,
well, the oil
markets were still,
practically
salivating.
But, um, the coup
and sell it.
Come though the tankers
of the terminals on
fire.
St. Petersburg, the
cultural capital, the
Venice of the North
is currently choking on
a thick, toxic cloud
of black smoke rolling
in from the coast
and I mean
the logical reports
have been devastating
lately.
The Ministry of
Emergency
Situations is actively
issuing data quality
warnings to the citizens.
That smug, you're
breathing, the
comrades in Russia.
Well, that there is
the smell of 40% of
Russia's seabornoil
export capacity turning
to ash.
And, um, how did the
mighty Ukrainian armed
forces achieve the
strategic decaputation?
Million-dollar
stealth bombers.
Hybrids in the
cruise missiles.
Nope.
They used
with the Russians
historically calling
cardboard drones
made of shit and
sticks.
Literally.
I mean, as every
fascist government,
Russia just has to
portray its enemies
as simultaneously
very weak
and extremely strong.
Per one, we can
take a look at the
Z channel, the
welders.
They're having a
collective public
nervous breakdown.
They're
poisting videos of the
attack-code on
Uschluga, and it's the
most pathetic
display of
national defense you
will ever see in your
life.
And, it's
air defense consists of
some random underpaid
security guard, standing
on the tarmac,
frantically dumping
a magazine from his
AK-47 into the
pitch black sky.
Uh, yeah, there is no
radar.
No early warning
network.
No layered puns in
missile systems.
Just a terrified guy with
a collation cuff, trying to
shoot down a plywood
lawnmower packed with high
explosives.
The humiliation is
absolute.
The propaganda starts
screaming into the void.
Where is the radar?
What are the
defense doing?
Calling back to the
old memes.
It's still funny.
But, uh, they're
screaming that they're
fighting NATO.
And yet, you know, they're
getting beaten to death
by this cardboard.
Literally, their
words not mine.
And if this is what
happens when, uh, you
know, these cheap
proplanes, proplanes
turn into drones, fly
over the border.
Well, now, what would be
happening now if, um, if
they had actual
Taurus missiles?
And this is not a
isolated incident.
It's a systemic
nationwide swarm.
Last night, the
gun-drug was
hammered for
4-3 hours.
Over 60 drones
darkened the
sky.
And, uh,
Kuybyshev
Auzot plant
tolyatti.
Hit.
Refineries across the
Rostov region.
Hit.
Rostner defense network
is full of so many
holes.
It resembles the
rusted-out
colander.
The domestic blowback
from the
sartorial bleed is already
fatal.
Because so many
refineries are offline, the
Kremlin had to panic and
slap a ban on domestic
gasoline exports it again.
Do you know what happens
when you throttle the
domestic fuel supply
right at the exact
moment when the
car is in the
country side?
The tractors stop.
The agricultural
sector, which is already
being decimated by the
forced slaughter of
livestock and a massive
deficit of
fertilizers, is now
running out of gas.
They're burning
their own food supply to
try and keep the
war machine fueled.
And, uh,
they're failing
miserably.
Add everything there.
This is the reality of
modern the
symmetrical warfare.
You don't need a
thousand fake passenger
jets out of fleet of
yachts when a $2,000
drone can
penalize the nation's
entire economy.
It's a beautiful,
beautiful, terrifying
efficiency of Ukrainian
drones.
That raises the
midpoint of today's
broadcast and are, well,
brand new campaign.
Because if you're
listening to this and
smiling at the thought
of Russian oil
terminals turning into
giant bonfires, then,
then it's time to
put your money where
it grit is.
We are helping out our
friends at Cod
for Ukraine.
And this time, it is the
east-air trucks
2026 campaign.
This one with the
link that I'm
going to post with you
to you, that's
specifically for
these and more
audience.
Fans are going to
an unit that
absolutely love.
They are the
Perun
unmanned systems battalion
attached to the
40-second mechanized
brigade.
Perun
the Slavic God of
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incredible heavy
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If you haven't
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Very similar to our own
paracorns after all.
Well, these guys are
living up to the name.
They're currently
operating in the
air.
They are
fielding specialized
fiber optic-guided
drones.
They understand what
that means.
The Russians rely on
heavy electronic
warfare to jump radio
signals.
But you can't
not jab a spool of
physical fiber optic
wire.
These rounds are
completely lenient
to EW interference.
The operator flies
right down the hatch
of Russian tank and
glorious,
ungemable, high
definition.
Earlier this year, the
Perun
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stopped the massive
Russian mechanized
aircraft.
But these
cool dudes, they need
trucks.
They need mobility
to get these
fiber optic-knight
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zero line.
So they can keep
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Russian armor into
spare parts.
Go to a car for your
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And they promise to
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But they're a little
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But now?
Now, welcome back to
the Nightmare
Comrades.
We just
spend the first half
of this broadcast
talking about the
billion-dollar delusions
of the criminal
elite and the
high-tech fiber-optic
guided thunder of
the Ukrainian
Perun Battalion.
Now, let's
pat the camera across the
Ciro-Lanon, look at the
grim, scavenged reality
of the so-called
Second Army of the
World.
See, if you listen to
the Nomenclatura
and Moscow, they
will tell you they're
fighting a 21st-century
war.
But the Russian
Ministry of Defense is
nothing but a power-point
grift.
It is a massive,
bloated-bitocratic
tick that sucks up
trillions of
frubles and produces
nothing but lies.
Like, it's pure
unadulterated
madmax.
It is scrap metal,
duct tape, and
absolute
desperation.
They recently had a
big, huge, high-tech
military-
military technology show
called Archimedes
2026 in Russia.
And one of our
favorite Z-Vatniks,
Maxim Klasnikov,
spent quite a lot of
time reporting from it.
I gathered his
reports and, well, it
was quite interesting to
take a look at what they
have reinvented and how
they're trying to scam
their own government
from money and how
their government is
well, making sure nothing
new and actually
innovative gets the
front lines.
Let's start with the
artillery.
The Russians are
literally running out
of barrels.
The Vonthead Soviet
artillery park.
The D-30s.
The MSTAs.
The Guiestines.
Their
barrels are so
warm from the overuse
that they're practically
smoothbore, assuming they
don't just explode in the
cruise faces.
And the big,
multiple-local-
launch systems.
The Grads
and Tornados.
All their
massive and slow targets.
The second they
roll out of the
tree line, Ukrainian
drones spot them and
they press them.
So, what do the
front line
troops do when the
state abandons them?
Well, let's
present in this Archimedes
2026, from which all
the inventions come.
These guys build
weapons in a
trench with a box of
scraps.
A front line
engineered with a
call-side mechanic.
Invented something
called the Kozirug.
The Capricorn.
It's a stable,
portable rocket
tube mounted on a
metal tripod.
It weighs
200 kilos.
But, because it's a
homemade metal pipe, the
deco is violent.
To keep it from flipping
backwards and it fires, the
crew has to physically
weigh down the front
like with whatever heavy
garbage they can
scavenge from the ruins
around them.
Sandbags, logs,
broken center blocks, even
stolen sewer covers
and house doors.
The deco hole
covered it with branches.
Stick this metal sewer
pipe out of the door.
And, well,
pray it hits something.
Now, in a functional
military, if a soldier
had an event cheap, highly
mobile weapon system
that saves lives, the
Ministry of Defense
evaluates it and
scales it up.
Did the Russian
command do that?
Did they learn
something from this
Archimedes show?
Of course not.
The generals
looked at the Kozirug
and sneered.
They said we already
have grads, we don't
need this.
So, the troops'
desperate just to survive,
had to go online, hold
other digital hats and
crowned fondament
of actioning themselves.
Right now, there are 160
of these homemade
rocket pipes operating
on the front line,
built by a small
private enterprise in
Jakaterinburg,
the budget couldn't
be bothered to supply
its own infantry,
fire support.
And it gets worse.
Let's talk about the
sky.
The Russian infantry
is being systematically
exterminated by
Ukraine and the
PV drones.
Up to 80% of their
casualties are from these
drones.
The soldiers are begging
for personal anti-air
defense.
And again, the
state provides absolutely
nothing.
So, in this show,
in the end of the
end of the French
Sevastopol,
named the Mithrilikov
designs a do-it-yourself
shotgun attachment
for the standard issue
of the missile tube
that you screw onto
the barrel.
You load a magazine
of blind cartridges,
you shove a how-made
canister full of
box-cutting to the
muzzle, and you fire
it like a 70th-century
blunder bus.
It's primitive,
it's desperate,
and while people who
know more about guns than
I do, will probably
explain why double
exploding right in front
of your barrel is
probably not a good
idea, and why the very
short barrel makes the
quite inaccurate,
but I digress.
I'll leave this to
other experts.
However, well,
it is still
completely deadifying
the modern army
as to resort to this.
But here's the
ultimate punchline.
This blunder bus
attachment, as in
effect as it may be,
costs 3,000 rubles
to make.
That's roughly 30
euros.
30 bucks to give a
soldier a fighting chance,
or at least a
moral illusion of
fighting chance against
the kamikaze
drone.
Does the Russian
Ministry of Defense
buy them?
Do they order a million
units to say at least
some of their men
and give moral
boost to the others?
Well, again,
this is Russia,
a
deep damning believe
him, and the
mayor of the country
that's incredible.
Why?
Well, because first, he
didn't have a
registered patent, which
takes six months of
paperwork to file.
And second, because he
failed to provide an
analytical, economical
viability study
comparing it to
non-existent analogs.
Let that sink in.
Russian men
are bleeding to death
in the mud, their limbs
blown off by Ukrainian
drones, and the
clerks in Moscow
are refusing to spend
and 30 euros on a piece of metal because the inventor didn't file the proper patent paperwork.
It's a bit of a crack death cult. The system is structurally, mathematically, incapable of top-down
innovation. So you have military with no functional artillery, no armor that can survive down the
open field, and yeah, no defense against the drones blooding out of the sun. How exactly do the
commanders order in the salt under these conditions? Well, you don't use tanks, you don't use
troop carriers. You put your disposable surf meat on electric scooters. Yeah, I wish I was
making this up for the sake of dark comedy, but I'm not. Striped a functioning arm per arm
personnel carriers and pedalized by total lack of electronic warfare protection, Russian commanders
are now officially ordering broad offensives into places like Constantine using an armored,
custom consumer grade, Chinese electric scooters. They're sending men in cheap helmets,
buzzing across open cratered fields directly into the sides of your Ukrainian heavy bomber drones.
See, this is the closest that the Russians can get into an offensive push these days.
It's a level of tactical depravity that we haven't seen since Tsar Nichols II. Back in 1917,
good old Tsar and his aristocratic generals believed the Russian peasantries in infinite
and exhaustible well of blood. They sent millions of conscripts into the meat grinder of the Eastern
Front, sometimes without even issuing the rifles, telling them to simply pick up a weapon from
the dead comrade. Tsar treated the his population as disposable biological spreadsheet,
right up until the exact moment that the same battered bleeding army turned around in March
on Petrograd. The day's Kremlin has learned absolutely nothing. They have simply swapped the
horse-rolled carts for, for electric scooters. And why are they doing this? Well, because the men
giving orders are utterly pathologically detached from the reality of the slaughter. Listen to the words
of Alexander Khodakovsky, a prominent Russian battalion commander. He recently wrote a dispatch
admitting that sometimes the high command just gets bored. I want you to let that word sink in,
bored. The generals, sitting in their bunker, sipping tea, get tired of reading reports about
slow, grinding positional warfare, where the infantry squads are wiped out for a few meters of mud.
They want to see something dynamic. Nuznatvizhuha, as they say in Russian. They want to report a
massive, in their quotes here, breakthroughs of their bosses in Moscow. So according to Khodakovsky,
they scrape the bottom of the barrel, assemble a column of whatever's crap metal is left,
say ten armored vehicles, and order them to drive straight into a heavily mined field under a
swarm of Ukrainian FPV drones on the Zaporizhi front. That is out? Well, just as expected.
Total, instantaneous, and complete annihilation. The entire column is wiped out before the team
reaches the zero line. Everyone dies. All because the cleric with stars and his shoulders
wanted to spice up his afternoon tea. Up to 90% of Russian casualties are happening before
the troops even see a Ukrainian soldier. Yeah, this is just glorious, because, again,
all of them from drones. To sustain this level of localized genocide, the state relies on a massive
industrial scale lie. They're plastering the collapsing Russian cities with recruitment
ads, offering massive sign-on bonuses, and promising safe, rear echelon jobs.
But the Z-authors themselves are screaming warnings to the public. Listen to our, well,
one of the most hated Z-bloggers, and I can make jokes about Gyrkin and Kalashnikov,
but at least they haven't called for full-on genocide. But this guy, this 13th, yeah,
you know how much I hate him if you listen to this show for a long while. But even he,
even he recently posted a desperate reality check for any Russian man thinking about signing
a contract to escape the economic collapse. He wrote, and I quote, quote, as soon as you sign
that contract, you instantly become an awesome stormtrooper, and your opinion about being promised
a job in the rear goes straight to hell. If you signed up to be a builder, you are digging trenches
under drone fire. If you signed up to be a delivery driver, you're a handed-day 30 kilogram
backpack of explosives and told us to print across the minefield. Yet if you signed up to play
the trumpet in the military orchestra, you're handed the rifle and shoved into an assault web.
The state is running a baton switch. Yeah, even the most fanatical of Zadvatniks admit that
no one's being paid these millions of rubles to beg bread, or to do anything else except to die
in ten days. And what happens to the military discipline when you treat your army like livestock?
Ah, of course, it chatters. The route of the state has infected the officer corps.
There was a video released by Alexander Mikhailov, a soldier from the 36th
Separat Motorized Rifle Brigade. He didn't record the video threatening the enemy. He recorded
the suicide video begging for a transfer, promising that if he's sent back to his unit,
he will hand down and murder his own commanding officers. Why? Because his commanders,
officers whose call sounds like fictil and tuman tied him to a tree beating for two days
and tortured him with electricity and water. They didn't torture him for military intelligence,
they tortured him to extort his combat pay. They threatened to tie a grenade to him,
blow him up and ride it off, or the ledger as Ukrainian drone strike if he didn't hand over his
salary. This is the terminal phase of an empire's military occasion. When your officers are
running mafia extortion rack, it's torturing their own men for blood money and your soldiers
are publicly swearing to frag their commanders. You no longer have an army, you have an armed
desperate mob of serfs trapped in a nightmare. And the state's absolute contempt for these men
doesn't stop when they get wounded. In fact, that is when exactly the true horror of their status as
other serfs begins. Now, if we want to look at the historical equivalent for this level of
state-sponsored demographic suicide, you have to look back to South America in the 1860s.
Look at Francisco Solano Lopez, the dictator of Paraguay. Lopez, if I remember from my tiny little
amount of Spanish classes that I took, was a man completely blinded by his own imperial hubris.
He decided to pick a fight with Brazil, Argentina, and Uruguay at the same time, the war of the
triple alliance. When his initial offensive collapsed, he didn't super-peace, he didn't admit defeat,
he just kept feeding his own people into the meat grinder. He drafted the old men,
he drafted the children and he threw them all at the enemy's guns. But the time Lopez was
finally hunted down and killed in the mud, Paraguay had lost anywhere from 70 to 90% of its entire
adult male population. He had annihilated his own country's future just to protect his own ego.
Mr. Putin, the so-called president of the so-called Russian Federation, is doing the exact same
thing. The Kremlin views the Russian male not as a citizen with rights, but as a straight property.
Look at the very recent cheerful announcement from Dmitri Medvedje. He went on camera to proudly
declare that there is absolutely no need to announce the new weapon mobilization, and the propaganda
is collapsed. But why is there no new mobilization? Because the Kremlin has simply decided that the
300,000 men drafted back in the autumn of 2022, while they're never coming home,
they are a literal Serf's. You might take this as some sort of mockery, but I'm not. The word
Serf Kripa Sniye describes their condition in the Russian side of the battlefield the best,
like objectively the best, because they have been handed a life sentence in these trenches.
The Z channels are overflowing with bitter, hard-broken letters from these men. They write about
giving a rare, two-week leave, walking through their front doors, and realizing their own toddlers
are terrified of them. A soldier comes home from the slaughterhouse in Zaporizya, and his three-year-old
child looks at him and asks, Uncle, who are you? The state took these men away, threw them into the
modern, quietly cancel their return tickets. But the front line is a woodchipper, and the broad
offensive is required a constant stream of fresh blood. The Russian state is getting so desperate
to fill the gaps left by the drone's warms that they're scraping the absolute bottom of everything
they can. Take the story out of Norezhk this week. Yuri Gavrilov is a 50-year-old veteran who volunteered
in 2022. He caught some strapped knell, spent a year and seven months rotting in the military
hospital, and finally had his leg amputated. He's a one-legged man. This week, the local police
suddenly raided his apartment, claimed he sold a tiny pack after drugs for 3,000 rubles. Again,
that's 30 euros, and immediately offered him a choice. Go to a brutal penal colony for years,
or sign a new contract and go back to the front. They're literally trying to blackmail a one-legged
amputee who is a veteran back into the assault infantry. We're talking about that level of reserves
and willingness of fight inside of Russian people, especially knowing that the last time they declared
mobilization, well, hundreds of thousands escaped through Georgia. And the Z-Vitniks, they noticed,
because as they now are complaining constantly, those who obeyed the law, well, the Russian law
that is if you can call it that way, they now ended up being the fools. Yet, yet of course,
and no one is surprised here, the Kremlin's absolute structural contempt for human life
doesn't stop with the soldiers. It, of course, extends directly to the civilians whose lives this war
has destroyed. Let's look at the Kursk region. Almost two years ago, the Ukrainian armed forces
in a daring offensive crossed the border and occupied a tiny sliver of human Russian land.
Today, there are over 112,000 Russian citizens from Kursk who are still homeless refugees inside
their own country. Yeah, and the country that started this war, mind you. 112,000 people who are
living in temporary sheltered gyms and rented rooms. And what did the Great Russian Empire,
the state that constantly boasts on television about how it's going to rebuild the entire Donbas
from the ashes and promises this magical Russian world, which will never exist and never has,
actually does for its own, for its own displaced people. Hmm, it abandoned them.
For a while, the state paid the mameekers survival stipend of 65,000 rubles a month. But in January,
the government quietly cut them off, stating the funds have been directed to other goals.
And to make sure the rest of the country didn't feel the sympathy for them, the ruling United
Russia party lodged a vicious media campaign on local television, branding these homeless
to refugees as parasites. The state TV actually ran segments calculating how much money a displaced
family might have theoretically saved up, accusing them of being greedy, of being the local budget
dry, and telling them to stop whining. When the refugees asked for the housing certificates,
they were promised to rebuild their destroyed homes. The bureaucracy traps them in a catch-20-22.
The state says a commission must physically expect the ruins first, but the commissions are
refused to go claiming it's too dangerous because of the drones. They're refused to even use
military drones to photograph the damage, claiming it risks the lives of the soldiers. As a result,
the state issues may be a hundred housing certificates a month. At that time, it will take centuries
to house the people of Kursk. But you can only push a population so far. You can only feed them so
much palm oil, kill so many of their husbands, and burn down so many of their homes before the
grand delusion finally shatters. And right now, right now, we're carrying on with the phase where,
again, everyone's spotting the incoming fire. Even the most loyal bloodthirsty servants of the regime
are day by day increasing in number among those who have been disillusioned. This is the terminal
phase of the ideological collapse, and I'm just documenting here how, well, I say August,
my previous prediction that we're going to be taking a look at what's happening in August. Yeah,
that's where it's going to happen. Because, well, quite obviously. See, the people who spent the
last four years screaming on television for nuclear annihilation of, um, of London and the total
subjugation of Kiev are suddenly expecting a miraculous onset of pacifism. They can finally
realize that the corrupt capitalist oligarchy managed by thieves cannot outgrind the combined
industrial might of the west. Look at Grigorik Kubiatan, a frontland correspondent for the
Komsomonskaya Pravda. This is one of the absolute core of the state media apparatus. What is he
writing this week? Well, he's openly begging for negotiations. He writes, quote, I understand
what the problem is. Part of the elite makes money and war and long war suits them. Another
part suffers losses once to quickly agree on peace. He points out that while the Soviet Union
could evacuate its state-owned factories beyond the Urals, Mar and Russia is owned by private
oligarchs who are just watching their billion dollar refineries burn to the ground. He openly
admits that they have failed to inflict any unacceptable damage on Ukraine. And on the west too,
by the way, because they still think that they're fighting all of NATO as a matter of self-pride,
it's better clues to the whole west after all. Even though, like in the joke, the west hasn't
really arrived for the war just yet. And then Hitler is the fatal psychological blow. He writes,
quote, for the past four years, we could not or did not want to win, which means we will have to
negotiate. It is impossible to fight endlessly. And the premier propagandists of the state
are publicly asking, are we still even trying to win? The ideological spine of the war is broken.
It is breaking right now. And, well, people who claim that Russia is somehow still winning,
well, they know less about this than the guys paid by the Russian propaganda, because why even
the most official people, even so the other himself, is openly stating doubt and screaming for
the negotiations right now. The zed spirit is fracturing into a million pieces of pathetic,
narcissistic rage. And oh boy, today it's 31st of April, 31st of March, tomorrow on the 1st of April,
well, that's when the telegram got cut off. Next episode is going to be all about that,
and some more little stuff there, because oh boy, during my little mental break, a lot of things
happened. But I would like to especially take a look at one, Yegor Homogorov. One of the
loudest, most militant imperialist ideologues on the Russian internet. How did he react to the
state forcing everyone off telegram and onto the max up? He threw a temper tantrum. He,
very similar to the mislaw, but not as loudly, basically, both to the manifesto threatening to
leave himself from the internet. He wrote, quote, if they banned telegram, when there will be no
blogger and publicist Homogorov, the state will lose more from this than I will.
Amazing, the absolute towering arrogance of it. The state is feeding hundreds of thousands of
its own citizens into a meat grinder, fighting 15% of its workforce and freezing nations bank
accounts, and this keyboard warrior, things the Kremlin, is going to weep over the loss of his
blog posts. The state does not care about you, Yegor. You were a useful idiot, and now that the
narratives collapsing, they're putting you back in the box. And very soon, the state is also
going to run out for the useful idiots in the western space. You will see all these people,
who were very much pro put in, just switching around their tunes. I can guarantee you that,
because the state is running out of money, and that's the number one prediction that I can tell
you that they're counting off a budget. They're going to keep doing this for a while, yeah, but
very soon, very soon, dear comrades. But of course, when such a totalitarian narrative collapses,
the Russian state cannot simply admit failure. It cannot admit that its military was hollow
out by corruption or the economy was destroyed by its own leadership. It needs a scapegoat.
And when an autocracy panics, it always reaches for all this darkest, most classical scapegoats
in the playbook. This week, Mash, one of the largest, most heavily funded state-line media syndicates
in Russia, with millions of subscribers, pledged from from today straight into the 1930s.
They published a slick, highly-produced, multi-part infographic, explicitly reviving the, well,
the worst, or, you know, best for Russian government, I suppose, anti-Semitic conspiracy theories
of the 20th century. They're not even talking about Ukraine anymore. They literally claim that
the Russian state is being undermined by a global network of sleeper agents called the Sianim.
The text literally states, and I quote,
Every Jew serves the Mossad or the Sianim. In the broad sense, this is a Jew to whom any other
Jew can turn for help. And they're telling their millions of readers that every single Jewish
person on earth is a covert agent of Israeli intelligence, orchestrating sabotage and liquidating
enemies from the shadows. It's brilliant. They have just gone back to protocols of the elders of
Zion, except they have wrapped it into a modern telegram graphic. It's desperate, it's violent,
it's the ultimate proof of their systemic bankruptcy. When you can no longer blame,
not even NATO, because you're getting beaten to death by drones and cheat drones of that,
you revert to blaming a global ethno religious hive mind. Yeah, because, you know, as I always
say in these cases, have you seen how the parliament of Israel, the Knesset works? Have you seen how
many parties get elected there? As I tell by my sci-fi author friends, if you want to know how a
global parliament of some sort of future where humanity would be unified, work like, just take a
look at the Knesset, because oh boy, Jews of all sorts are there. And, uh, well, they really don't
look like they could actually run the whole world if you look at what's going on over there.
It's a full-blown, crazy debate, it's everything. But not like these anti-Semitic idiots who really
haven't even checked the basic geopolitics, not anything of that sort. Because these guys, well,
they're actively preloading the target for, I guess, for some new domestic mobs, pointing a
finger away from the Kremlin, because they are afraid that something's coming. And it's welcome,
except I always say like I always say in August, and they want to scream, it wasn't Knesset, it was the
hidden enemy. But, you know, the mobs, at this point they aren't really looking at the hidden
enemy, it's a bit too late there. They're looking at the Kremlin. The Z-Channel Ghost of Novore
I see a point posted the most chilling, accurate autopsy of this entire disaster. They wrote that with
all these new bands, all this titling of the screws, all this digital suffocation, all of this message
is just accelerating the end of the state. Power of, is an illusion. Ghost of Novore I see a rose
in his channel. It is built on the conviction of all participants that there are rules. When the
fundamental postulates are undermined, the people stop believing in the illusion, sparks fly and
fires crumble. And then, this Ghost of Novore I see a guy laid out the final inevitable
consequence of Putin's grand imperial suicide. Quote, continuing in the same vein will inevitably
lead to the first rock from the crowd into the Shediff's window. And will he, the Shediff,
definitely come out with a big revolver and punish the villains. And if not, what then? And
Quote. What then? Indeed. The information lights out out in Moscow. The oil ports are burning,
the surface are freezing, and the empire is holding its breath, waiting for the sound of Shedder
and Glass. And I'll be here to make sure that you know all about it. Thank you for listening
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