By the time the war against the Serbian nation in Croatia, Bosnia and Kosovo broke out, I was in a unique situation: all day long I could read classified UNPROFOR and military reports about what was taking place in that region and, after work, I could read the counter-factual anti-Serbian propaganda the western corporate Ziomedia was spewing out every day. I was horrified to see that literally everything the media was saying was a total lie. Then came the false flags, first in Sarajevo, but later also in Kosovo. My illusions about “Free World” and the “West” were crumbling. Fast.
Fate brought me to Russia in 1993 when I saw the carnage of meted out by the “democratic” Eltsin regime against thousands of Russians in Moscow (many more than what the official press reported). I also saw the Red Flags and Stalin portraits around the parliament building. My disgust by then was total. And when the Eltsin regime decided to bring Dudaev’s Chechnia to heel triggering yet another needless bloodbath, that disgust turned into despair. Then came the stolen elections of 1996 and the murder of General Lebed. At that point, I remember thinking “Russia is dead.”
So, when the entourage of Eltsin suddenly appointed an unknown nobody to acting President of Russia, I was rather dubious, to put it mildly. The new guy was not a drunk or an arrogant oligarch, but he looked rather unimpressive. He was also ex-KGB which was interesting: on one hand, the KGB had been my lifelong enemy but on the other hand, I knew that the part of the KGB which dealt with foreign intelligence was staffed by the brightest of the brightest and that they had nothing to do with political repression, Gulags and all the rest of the ugly stuff another Directorate of the KGB (the 5th) was tasked with (that department had been abolished in 1989). Putin came from the First Main Directorate of the KGB, the “PGU KGB.” Still, my sympathies were more with the (far less political) military intelligence service (GRU) than the very political PGU which, I was quite sure by then, had a thick dossier on my family and me.
Then, two crucial things happened in paralleclass="underline" both the “Free world” and Putin showed their true faces: the “Free world” as an AngloZionist Empire hell-bent on aggression and oppression, and Vladimir Putin as a real patriot of Russia. In fact, Putin slowly began looking like a hero to me: very gradually, in small incremental steps first, Putin began to turn Russia around, especially in two crucial matters: he was trying to “re-sovereignize” the country (making it truly sovereign and independent again), and he dared the unthinkable: he openly told the Empire that it was not only wrong, it was illegitimate (just read the transcript of Putin’s amazing 2007 “Munich Speech”).
Putin inspired me to make a dramatic choice: will I stick to my lifelong prejudices or will I let reality prove my lifelong prejudices wrong. The first option was far more comfortable to me, and all my friends would approve. The second one was far trickier, and it would cost me the friendship of many people. But what was the better option for Russia? Could it be that it was the right thing for a “White Russian” to join forces with the ex-KGB officer?
I found the answer here in a photo of Alexander Solzhenitsyn and Vladimir Putin:
If that old-generation anti-Communist hardliner who, unlike me, had spent time in the Gulag, could take Putin’s hand, then so could I!
In fact, the answer was obvious all along: while the “White” and the “Red” principles and ideologies were incompatible and mutually exclusive, there is also no doubt that nowadays true patriots of Russia can be found both in the former “Red” and “White” camps. To put it differently, I don’t think that “Whites” and “Reds” will ever agree on the past, but we can, and must, agree on the future. Besides, the Empire does not care whether we are “Red” or “White” — the Empire wants us all either enslaved or dead.
Putin, in the meantime, is still the only world leader with enough guts to openly tell the Empire how ugly, stupid and irresponsible it is (read his 2015 UN Speech). And when I listen to him I see that he is neither “White” nor “Red.” He is simply Russian.
So, this is how I became a Kremlin troll and a Putin fanboy.
In relating to his readers his emotional and professional essence, the most respected pro-Russian blogger of all refers to himself and by affiliation many other such idealists as “submarines in the desert.” In a letter of gratitude to his throng of fans, he relates how his wife supported his “paying the price for his integrity,” after standing up for his ideals. The Saker wrote:
“In those dark days, my wonderful wife was always trying to tell me that it was not my fault, that I had never done anything wrong, that I was paying the price for being a person of integrity and that I had proven many times over how good I was in my field. I always used to bitterly reply to her that I was like a “submarine in a desert”: maybe very good at “something somewhere,” but useless in my current environment (I always used to visualize an Akula-class SSN stranded smack in the middle of the Sahara Desert.”
Chapter IV: Against Dezinformatsiya
“Maybe they have nothing else to do in America but to talk about me.”
Between the Sochi Olympics and the Odessa Massacre, much dissent began to pile up against the western narrative of the growing crisis in Ukraine too. When those poor people were barbecued alive by the angry mob at the Trade Unions House in Odessa, scattered pieces of those events began converging into a tangible truth. The puzzle began to materialize exactly in reverse of the US State Department and the Obama administration version. The imagery of US Senator John McCain, or the now infamous Under Secretary of State Victoria (Fuck the EU) Nuland, were galvanized directly into the minds of many. This was especially true for all who had seen the Bandera loyalists and neo-Nazis parading around Ukraine. McCain, Nuland, US Ambassador Geoffrey Pyatt, even the famous boxer Wladimir Klitschko were branded forever with the mark of the Wolfsangel,[5] whether they liked being exposed as Nazi sympathizers or not. Propaganda and rampant Russophobia were being cultivated by the western media and distributed worldwide by this time.
Then the ultimate provocation was perpetrated — flight MH17 was shot down, allegedly by “Putin’s missile”, according to Kiev. Even before the wreckage had stopped smoldering, Washington’s media machine went into action recreating the Red Scare all over again.[6] But in the Donbass in eastern Ukraine, a handful of brave souls presented us with more tangible evidence that contradicted most of the western mainstream media rhetoric. Media mavericks like Graham Phillips were on site for RT (Russia Today), and independent networks with war correspondent footage of the devastation happening daily and not just the day the Malaysian airliner crashed. The zeal and courage of a few activists bolstered many more to assume their roles as moderators and peacekeepers. This all occurred at a time when World War III almost seemed imminent. In retrospect, what a couple of dozen people managed to set in motion stunned the traditional media world.
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