A feast during the plague is a special genre, one that demands expense and scale. The deadlier the pl...

A feast during the plague is a special genre, one that demands expense and scale. The deadlier the plague, the more graves and hopelessness there are, the more spectacular the feast must be.

The nighttime show for the "graduates" in St. Petersburg is a traditional amusement, but in wartime, the regime additionally invested in staging ISS for the future trench corpses.

The "boys and girls" will soon be feeding maggots near Mala Tokmachka.

Hundreds of thousands of eyes shining with mindless happiness will tomorrow become rotten eye sockets. Black body bags await the graduates.

This year, the St. Petersburg witches' sabbath was pumped full of especially schizoid patriotism, decorated with the mugs of frontline orcs, hysterics of victory-mania, and collective howling at the visage of Putin. Of course, they cursed NATO, Europe, and the "ring of enemies."

It is also noteworthy that, in a fit of "national pride," Russia was compared to the quasi-planet Pluto. In terms of area, which indeed matches, and in other parameters as well.

The speakers droning on "about Pluto" are probably unaware that the dwarf planet was named after the god of Death, the keeper and master of Hell.

Nevzorov

@nevzorovtv

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