CaptCalhoun

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Azov militant captured by Russians: "No I'm not a nazi!"

Russians: What is the password (of your phone)?

Azov militant: "1488"

https://twitter.com/mapsukraine/status/1515020260210098178?s=21&t=asa8uJLPGf0xDeOrk9ccqg

 
 

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[–] CaptCalhoun@lemmygrad.ml 1 points 2 years ago

Unlike Reddit we can say:

JOHN BROWN DID NOTHING WRONG! THE SLAVERS DESIVERED TO BE SLAUGHTERED!!!!

[–] CaptCalhoun@lemmygrad.ml 1 points 2 years ago (1 children)

I am surprised no one mentioned "Sorry to Bother you?"

[–] CaptCalhoun@lemmygrad.ml 1 points 2 years ago (1 children)

Scratch a liberal……

[–] CaptCalhoun@lemmygrad.ml 0 points 2 years ago

Russian Rockband Radio Tapok did a song about this.

RADIO TAPOK - Black October

Lyrics:

Thirty years ago, Moscow met the ninety-third year in the wreckage of the barricades. Yeltsin overthrew the elected parliament, but upon learning that he had been removed, he immediately brought in troops.

Take before dawn, the house of the supreme council! Bring out the parts that are loyal to our power In battle, the landing regiment, the Kremlin gave his command The army is with us and the rebellion will fall!

We wrote our history Brush framed mode Red blood on the white house Under blue sky, Where was the black smoke?

The parties urged the generals to swear allegiance under their control and obey the order! Tanks fired in volleys, shells tore through the walls, special forces stood at the gates.

Under the president's arrest, seize the television center Burn the barricades, it's the new usurper! Wear vests, power to the Supreme Council! The truth is behind us, and the Kremlin will fall!

We wrote our history Brush framed mode Red blood on the white house Under blue sky, Where was the black smoke?

Moscow will meet a new day Will meet hundreds of deaths And the autumn rain will wash the blood from the hands of her children

And under the noisy march of soldiers On the ruins of the barricades That illusion of a republic met its sunset

We wrote our history Brush framed mode Red blood on the white house Under blue sky, Where was the black smoke?