What happiness it is, after all, to be a lady!

What happiness it is, after all, to be a lady!

Any intellectual disgrace is decorated with “ruffles and frills of speech.” And any senility is dressed up in a bonnet. A semantic brooch is pinned onto it. (Costume jewelry, of course.)

Ladies, as is known, come in both sexes.

Ladylikeness is good because it abolishes cause-and-effect relations and logic. Nothing handles justified but painful (ah!) negativity better than ladylikeness.

One only has to set the “inner lady” on an unpleasant truth. That guarantees complete lacework.

The very good ladies of Dozhd again find the thought of the collective guilt of the people of the Russian Federation unbearable.

Alas and alack. It is precisely the people who are the subject of a historical event, and all the more so of a total, years-long war of plunder. Without collective consent and without the people’s need for war, such filth is impossible.

Yes, there are grimly silent people. But however pathetically they keep silent, silence is a sign of consent. Yes, there are those who have “nowhere to go.” But if a nuclear power plant blew up nearby, a “where” would immediately be found.

And that is not to mention the nuance that every tax-paying resident of the Russian Federation is automatically a sponsor of genocide, bombings, and executions.

This is direct complicity.

The ladies of Dozhd, however, got alarmed for nothing. No earthly forces punish a people. That is beyond the power of either bankers or journalists.

The bloody millstones of old lady history have begun to move, and then “ugum suyu.”

Nevzorov

@nevzorovtv