Vladimir-Vladimirovich doesn't give a fuck!

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Another body bag courtesy of the fascist invader, Putin.

I’ve seen enough of this bloodstained circus to last ten lifetimes.

This isn’t war anymore — it’s a f**king video game,

run by cowards in suits, pressing buttons while kids die in sand they’ll never understand.

They don’t see the nineteen-year-old crying for his mom,

trying to hold his guts in with trembling hands.

They don’t care —

because it’s not their sons out there.

I HATE war.

And I hate every spineless ghoul who starts them.

I hate the bastards who hide behind armies of young men too poor, too desperate, or too lied to, to know what they’re really fighting for.

And I especially hate

every godless, motherless bastard

who sends their child to war for a scholarship —

as if blood for tuition is a fair trade.

And those who call the military a “good option”?

For who?

For coming home in a box?

For shaking in your sleep ‘til the day you die?

NO. MORE.

Drag the warmongers out by their balls.

Put them in the arena with the leaders they want to fight.

Let them bleed for once.

Let them die for their ambitions.

And don’t you think we don’t see the others —

the parasites, the pedophile cabals,

the ancient filth pulling strings since the dark ages.

We. See. You.

But this isn’t about parties anymore.

Not left. Not right.

This is about ALL OF US.

We are the cannon fodder.

We are the broken.

The used.

The lied to.

And we — together — can say: No more.

We’re not your pawns.

We’re not your soldiers.

We’re not your fuel.

We are THE PEOPLE.

And we’re done bleeding for your lies.

Now drink the tea, you sick old bastards—

and may it burn all the way down.