LJ, SUP, Mr Nosik, and other contemptible little sods.
In the early days of November 1918, the American general, Pershing, opposed the Allies’s decision to accede to the German request for an armistice. He warned, ‘They don’t know they’re licked. Give me another month’: in which he intended to make their defeat clear to them in such a fashion as to preclude any revisionism.
As we know, his warning was not heeded, the Germans proceeded to comfort themselves with the myth that they had not been defeated, but, rather, ‘stabbed in the back’, and it took a second war to bring home to them that they wanted to change their character - or else.
There are times it is regrettable that the West’s victory in the Cold War was rather more like that over the Central Powers in 1918, than that over the Axis in 1945. There was a brief period when it seemed that the Russians were learning: archives were being opened, accountings made, the sheer vileness of the Soviet regime exposed. Alas, that was a mere Weimar moment.
What this implies for Mr Put[a]in’s new crypto-Soviet Reich is not my topic today. I merely note that the failure to confront the past and engage in a healthy bout of national repentance seems to be why a professed ‘liberal’ such as Mr Anton Nosik displays such a base, contemptible, vicious, thuggish, Chekist attitude towards his customers.
Nekulturniy little bastard. Sod the lot of ’em.
I pause to note my dismay that, in all the posts urging a boycott for 21 March 2008, only one person on my f’list - which has its fair share of at least nominal Christians, or, more bluntly, of Gentiles - only one person has noted that the date in question is Good Friday in any event, which may in some cases be a light blogging day anyway (and we may be sure that Mr Nosik and his apparatchiks will use that coincidence to downplay any numbers that emerge from the boycott. Poor planning on the boycotters’s part, that. I suppose its originators failed to consult the Western liturgical calendar).
The fact remains that I also will not be posting on that date, and my silence should be imputed to the boycott: because, in light of his attitude and remarks, I am persuaded that Mr Nosik is, as I may have said, a vile, base, contemptible, vicious, thuggish, Chekist-minded, nekulturniy little bastard who licks the boots of actual Old Chekists. So, sod the wee shit, and all his appalling acquaintance, masters, puppets, myrmidons, wage-slaves, and controllers.