5th July marks the 40th anniversary of Yaroslav Stetsko’s death. I discovered by chance that on this very day, 5th July, 1986, the Politburo and KGB lit a giant torch in their cursed Luzhniki Stadium. The sated mugs of the Politburo and NKVD, having dealt with the man who represented the main enemy of their terrorist organisation, finally cleared the way for the “Banderites.” There were dances in Ukrainian costumes and a huge sacrificial fire symbolising victory over a free Ukraine. No one else stood in their way. Who else was yapping? Zviad Gamsakhurdia and Dzhokhar Dudayev? Eliminating them was easy. There were no questions from the “international community”: Why did you kill the leaders of a free Ukraine, a free Georgia, and a free Ichkeria? Did Ukrainians dance in national costumes in 1986? They did. Didn’t the handsome Jaba Loseliani wear Georgian clothes when he met with Grachev in 1993? What genocide of Georgians in Abkhazia in 1993? Don’t tell me fairy tales. The Chechens also betrayed Dudayev and happily went to serve Putin—also in national dress. Nevzorov says so. His words are enough for us. And Mark Solonin reported to us that only 5 per cent of some vocal minority in Ukraine cares about the story of “Ukrainian nationalists.” The rest, thank God, are normal. “I want to join the 5 percent of the vocal minority, but I don’t know how.” Yeah, the chances are slim. Because there’s practically no chance of figuring out that Perestroika was carried out by murderers from the NKVD and the Communist Party, while Gorbachev, Shevardnadze, and Yeltsin were covered up and glorified by criminals—instructors using the resources of the KGB’s Fifth Directorate. People with a conscience usually can’t bear the burden of sin for long. They prefer to repent of their own sins before God. “You offended the librarian,” you go and repent, and you’re a handsome man again with a clear conscience. But what if I haven’t heard the name “Yaroslav Stetsko” or “Yaroslava Stetsko” all these years? Whose fault is that? You realize that forty years ago you could have started living a conscious and responsible life. But someone arranged your information environment so that you never heard anything about Yaroslav Stetsko. Is that a sin before God? I think so. You’ve lived these forty years like an idiot. You didn’t know that so many Ukrainians were killed and slandered for the sake of your country, for the sake of your lives, for the sake of your children. You knew nothing because the Politburo, instructors like Yakovenko and Kiselev, and Philip Bobkov’s Fifth Department saw to it. By killing heroes, slandering heroes, and duping you and me, they achieved this insignificant margin of error—the ostentatious five percent, as Mark Solonin contemptuously called them. And the poisonous saliva of hatred for the five percent of non-idiots drips from the instructor’s fang. He hates the five percent of non-idiots because the Politburo and the KGB need to build the beautiful Russia of the future, and these guys are getting in the way. The time has come once again to clear the way for a new perestroika. Science is simple; Dzerzhinsky built the system. The only question I have to ask myself is: Do I want to continue being an idiot, having been one for all these forty years?
Inna Kurochkina
I NEWS (Ichkeria News)
