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@JChambo98 @ChristopherJM Jacob, are you a ruzzian paid bot or simply useful dumbas?

@ChristopherJM Ukraine should’ve thought about that before it decided to start killing its own people, first on the Maidan and then in the Donbas, idolising Bandera and reviving neo nazism in the country

I took this photo 12 years ago, May 4, 2014. This was the very city center of Bakhmut. I lived just around the corner. The war was just getting started with the Russian capture of cities across Donetsk oblast and about to explode after the airport battle later that month. But before it did, Bakhmut (then still called by its Soviet name of Artemivsk) was a quiet, peaceful town. When people hear its name spoken today it evokes destruction and the bloodiest battle of Russia’s full-scale invasion. Let this photo be a reminder that before Vladimir Putin launched the biggest war in Europe since 1945, that this city was home to around 90,000 who did not want it and were even Russian speakers. Nothing seen in this photo is still standing today because of the Kremlin’s invasion. The city is a hellscape.

@cgtr Хуйло здохло, ми домів.

Що для вас радість?

@dvorzhakRUS @Stas33909559 Чебоксар, ви створили рабську культуру, але не ніяк не цивілізацію.

@Stas33909559 Россия создала великую цивилизацию и победила фашизм. А вы что создали, кроме злобы в интернете?

Исиория дала руским столько шансов создать государство. Рюриковичи, Орда, Романовы, ссср, РФ. И ни при каком раскладе не жили достойно, по уму, сытно, созидательно. Может блдь хватит? Не способны эти существа создать государство.

@Kaiff_John @vesstnik @nkostrovsky25 Джоне, туйко помічники бігають із макбуками скоріше за все.

@vesstnik @HugoO5641699 @nkostrovsky25 Маск, сука, поставил лайк под комментарием, через 29 мин его уже нет. Блядь продажная.

В Британской Скотоублюдии ставят сигнальные чипы от воровства на упаковки с мясом говядины и курицы, но не чипируют свиные, почему так? Замешана ли в этом исламофобия британских супермаркетов?

@wartranslated Krasavschik!

A Russian FPV drone flies inches away from a Ukrainian pickup truck and explodes in the treeline.

@nkostrovsky25 Я живу в Британии и сегодня был в супермаркете возле работы. Никаких “сигнальных чипов” на мясе там не было - такие метки видел только на дорогом алкоголе. Так что, рашист Николай, ты просто опять пиздишь про Британию, сидя в Израиле и выдавая свои ёбаные фантазии за реальность.

@RealVolya Паша Боня.🤡

Сказали надо послушать. Я послушал.

@VerverToto @redhistoria Піночет врятував Чілі від комуністичної зарази.🤘

El dictador fascista italiano Benito Mussolini colgado boca abajo en la Piazzale Loreto de Milán el 29 de abril de 1945. Mussolini fue capturado por partisanos italianos el 27 de abril de 1945 mientras intentaba huir a Suiza disfrazado de soldado alemán. Fue ejecutado por un pelotón de fusilamiento al día siguiente, 28 de abril, junto a su amante, Clara Petacci. Los cuerpos fueron trasladados a Milán y arrojados en la Piazzale Loreto, un lugar con un fuerte simbolismo, ya que allí mismo las fuerzas fascistas habían ejecutado a 15 partisanos un año antes. Después de que una multitud enfurecida golpeara y mutilara los cadáveres, estos fueron colgados de los talones en las vigas de una gasolinera Esso en construcción para que todos pudieran verlos. Colgar los cuerpos boca abajo era una práctica tradicional en Italia para mostrar la infamia de los ejecutados y simbolizar el colapso total de su autoridad y poder.

Dear Muslims of the Australia. My family and I have decided to move to a Muslim country. We haven’t picked which one yet — we’re still shopping for the best benefits package. Obviously, all my neighbours want to come too. And their neighbours. And their mates. And their mates’ mates. Before you know it, half of Australia will be turning up with suitcases and a vague sense of entitlement. As a large Christian community, we’ll need a few small adjustments: Please start building churches immediately. Proper ones with bells. Loud bells. We’ll also need certain streets closed once a year for our processions. Don’t worry, it’s not five times a day — we’re not animals. Every supermarket must stock proper pork, bacon, sausages, and baked beans. We are a minority now, so you’ll just have to be understanding and accommodating of our way of life. We’re bringing all the dogs. Expect many happy Labradors shitting on your pavements. You’ll need dog parks, and you’ll need to smile while we walk them past your mosques. While we’re at it, your religious holidays are a bit… much. They might offend the Christian community, so we’d appreciate it if you could quietly bin them. Thanks. In schools and workplaces, our children and staff must be allowed to wear large crucifixes, eat ham sandwiches in the canteen, and generally radiate Christian vibes without anyone clutching their pearls. We also demand prayer rooms in every building, plus translators because we can’t be bothered learning Arabic. If any of this is refused, please send a list of police station addresses so we can report you for discrimination, Christianphobia, and general nastiness. One more thing: if my kids burn your flag because Australis just won at football, please be understanding. I’ll give them a really stern telling-off. Maybe even make them write “sorry” 50 times. Finally, we’d like generous benefits, free housing, and pocket money while we “integrate” over the next three generations. Work is optional, obviously. Appreciate your tolerance in advance. After all, diversity is our strength! Yours faithfully, A Very Reasonable Christian

@MaDeOHV Один австрийской художник уже так желал.

Ich vertraue Russland und wünsche mir eine Rückkehr zu einem starken Bündnis, wer noch?

@VVVEKB Стёпа, что сказать то хотел?

Только что БПЛА ударил в здание на ул. Хохрякова в Екатеринбурге. Звук взыва было слышно на весь город

@CrazyVibes_1 II? II? II?

He lived chained to a radiator in a basement for 7 years. He had never seen sunlight. The day they freed him, he walked to a window and sat there for 9 hours without moving. In February 2023, law enforcement officers executing a welfare check on a condemned property in a deteriorating neighbourhood on the outskirts of a former mill town in western Pennsylvania found something in the basement they weren't looking for. A cat. A large orange tabby male. Chained to a radiator pipe by a padlocked dog collar around his neck. The chain was fourteen inches long. Fourteen inches. For seven years. The property's previous occupant — deceased for three weeks before the welfare check — had kept the cat in the basement since approximately 2016. Neighbours knew a man lived there. No one knew about the cat. The basement had no windows. One bare bulb — burned out at the time of discovery. A bowl of crusted dry food and a bowl of green, algae-filmed water sat just within the chain's reach. The cat had lived his entire adult life in a fourteen-inch radius in total darkness. He was sitting upright when they found him. Not lying down. Sitting. The officers said that was the part that broke them first — he was sitting perfectly upright in absolute darkness like he was waiting for something. Like he had been waiting for seven years. A local veterinarian documented what seven years on a chain in a basement does to a living thing. His muscles had atrophied so severely he could barely stand. His rear legs buckled when he tried to walk — the tendons had shortened from years of inactivity, locking his joints at angles that no longer allowed full extension. He could take three steps before collapsing. His world had been fourteen inches for so long his body had forgotten how to cross a room. The collar had been put on him years ago when his neck was smaller. He had grown into it and then beyond it. The leather had embedded into his skin — the tissue had healed over the edges in two places, physically fusing the collar to his neck. Removing it required sedation and surgical cutting. The wound beneath was a complete ring of raw, infected tissue circling his throat — hairless, ulcerated, weeping. It had been infected for years. The pain had been constant for years. His claws had never been worn down by walking or scratching. They had grown in continuous spirals — curling under his paw pads and puncturing the soft tissue on the bottom of his feet. Three claws had grown entirely through the pads and emerged on the other side. He had been standing on claws piercing through his own feet. His eyes were the most severe finding. Seven years in total darkness had caused his pupils to dilate permanently to maximum. When they brought him into daylight, he convulsed. The vet shielded his eyes immediately and kept him in a dimly lit room for the first week, increasing light exposure by ten percent per day. His left eye eventually adapted. His right eye never fully recovered — the retina had deteriorated from years of zero light stimulation. He sees shadows and movement from that eye. Nothing more. He had never been touched gently. The vet tech who removed his collar was the first person to stroke his head without the preceding sound of a chain. He flinched so hard he fell off the table. The second time she touched him, he flinched. The third time, he leaned into her hand one millimetre. She said she felt it — the tiniest shift in weight — and she had to leave the room. He weighed nine pounds. He should have weighed fifteen. Recovery took four months. Physical therapy three times a week to relearn how to walk — stretching the shortened tendons, rebuilding muscles that hadn't moved in seven years. He took his first full steps across a room on day nineteen. He fell twice. He got up both times. On day twenty-three, the foster carer carried him to the living room. He had never been in a room with windows. She set him on the carpet in a square of afternoon sunlight. He froze. He stood in the sunlight and did not move for a long time. Then he walked to the window. He put his front paws on the sill. He looked outside. He sat down. He did not move for nine hours. The foster carer checked on him every thirty minutes. He was awake. He was still. He was looking at the sky, the trees, the birds, the cars, the grass. He was seeing the world for the first time at approximately eight years old. Every colour. Every movement. Every single thing that existed on the other side of the glass that had been fourteen inches and a locked basement door away from him for his entire conscious life. She said she sat on the couch behind him and watched him watch the world and cried until she couldn't see. He was adopted by a retired postal worker who lives alone in a small house with large windows in a quiet township outside the same city. The man chose him specifically because of his story. He said: "Everyone wants the easy ones. The pretty ones. The ones that look good in photos. Nobody wanted him. I know what that feels like." The man's house has seven windows. He built a wooden shelf beneath every single one. Every shelf is carpeted. Every shelf is wide enough for a large cat to lie down. He named him Seven. For the years. Seven is now approximately ten. He walks with a stiff, uneven gait. His right eye is clouded. His neck carries a permanent ring of hairless scar tissue where the collar was. His claws grow faster than normal and require trimming every two weeks — the vet thinks the growth pattern was permanently altered by years of uninterrupted development. He spends fourteen hours a day at the windows. He rotates between them — following the sun from the east side of the house in the morning to the west side in the evening. He watches everything. Birds. Rain. Snow. Passing cars. Children walking to school. He watches it all with the patient, absolute attention of something that knows what it's like to have nothing to look at. He has never once voluntarily entered a room without a window. If a door closes and he is in a room with no natural light, he cries. Not meows. A deep, low, guttural sound that the owner says vibrates through the floor. He opens the door immediately. Every time. The postal worker told a neighbour: "People ask me what's wrong with him. I tell them nothing is wrong with him. Everything was wrong with what was done to him. He's the most right thing in my house. He sits at that window and watches the world like it's the most incredible thing he's ever seen. Because it is. He didn't see it for seven years. Now he can't stop looking." "And I'll never close a curtain in this house. Not one. Not ever. He gets every window. He gets every sunrise. He gets every single thing that was taken from him. That's the deal."

@Anna_Devinora Вам не здається, шо це в вас ейджизм? Дідо просто жартував, а ви "пропердів".

Вибісив вчора старий дід в тролейбусі 😤 Поряд зі мною стояла зграя хлопаків років 10-13, з вудочками, які їхали на Дніпро ловити рибу і жваво це обговорювали. Поряд сидів дід, слухав-слухав цю розмову і нарешті пропердів: «Ну всьо, прапала риба» 🙄 Діти після цього притихли😒

@ChurchillFella Muscovites say that "Ukraine" comes from russian "окраина" (borderland). But actually "Ukraine" comes from Ukrainian "країна" (country). Only muscovites and their puppets can think that Ukrainians took the name to their state from russian instead of Ukrainian. So pathetic.

@Kaiff_John Та бляха, а так можна було?(с)))) Каюсь, оно ж полупогружное, не заметил.

@HugoO5641699 При всем уважении, название судна чуть ниже.)))) А Opportunity оно перевозит.))))

Судно BOKA Vanguard является крупнейшим в мире полупогружным судном для перевозки тяжелых грузов. Назначение: транспортировка сверхтяжелых и негабаритных грузов, таких как нефтяные платформы, буровые установки или другие суда. Способно перевозить грузы весом до 110 000 — ⬇️

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@bibvad @drndbl Ботва кацапська, то ваших рук справа.

@drndbl Поэтому эти мирные украинцы начали давить танками жителей донбаса и луганска и вешать их в сараях. Погугли аллею ангелов тугоум.

Io disprezzo le orde russe andate a massacrare gli ucraini che volevano solo vivere in pace. Disprezzo ancor di più i politici russi che mentono continamente e che portano alla miseria il loro stesso popolo per un sogno imperialista. Ma fra loro 1/2

@fonKyunnap @i28866674kriss @FraLorik То ти тупуватий трохи, лахтинський "естонец".

@i28866674kriss @FraLorik Гугл переводчик не переводит. Ничего не понятно.

"Если бы в 2022 году Украине дали всё,о чём она просила,исход войны был бы совсем другим", - заявил адмирал, председатель Военного комитета НАТО Роб Бауэр По его словам, сейчас классическая военная победа Украины или россии маловероятна, потому что на оккупированных территориях⤵️

@Stas33909559 ИИ или как сказал бы Вовочка - Хеппи пёздей хую, Марь Иванна.

1907г. Вильнюс. Труженницы одного из учреждения в квартале красных фонарей празднуют день рьждение одной из коллег.