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Mister Sketchy’s Irritated Note on Russia Today

door | feb 19, 2025 | English content, Literature & Art, Mister Sketchy

We all know Pears go easily sleepy Just as Forces of evil will eventually come to their untimely end Just as the moon throws shadows regimes will suffocate in their own bloody shit and die a possibly very violent death But that doesn’t mean Peace steps into Place to calm down all the Raging in the world.

Illustration Sisyphus at work, the cruel king condemned. Rolling up the huge stone perpetually.

Russia’s indefinite future

What are the prospects for Russia? All virtues of humanity have been violated by the regime. What is actually happening? War-crimes everyday for already 3 years long. How many words do I need to describe all the atrocities: cities and villages have been bombed and totally destroyed. Children have been murdered. Women in occupied villages have been raped and tortured or otherwise brutalised by the army of Russian regime.

Undoubtedly no-one will argue except the hardcore idiots: there is no reasonable prospect of success. Russia’s dark clouds will float along above Kremlin without a silvery line. Who wants to anticipate on the outcome of the war? All I know this year will be decisive.

Does it make sense, to await the punishment for Putin’s crimes committed on Ukrainian people? What I suggest? This question sets my mind on fire. Maybe try a modern copy of Sisyphus’s punishment. Many creative options possible. However, his two daughters have to look somebody else to love, or they will commit suicide just as the son of Stalin did for whom the burden of quilt was unbearable.

It’s said that good things come to those who wait, but that clearly doesn’t apply to the people of Russia today. Who knows maybe mother Russia carries already another monster-child in her womb that will become world’s most destructive dictator.

Hope for freedom

Ask me about the future of Russia. At some time tomorrow. Let’s say ten years from now. How about it mister Sketchy? Sorry, cannot say, its unpredictable. Ask me what I hope for? This question I can answer. I hope peace will come in that tortured nation, with its darkest history, a nation traumatised by tsarisme, Stalinism, communism, cold war and now this ugly phenomenon of Putinism.

Along with peace comes freedom, honesty, respect, no corruption, no racism, no suppression, no dictator executing his power with brutality and bestiality on an unbelievable lavish scale, no more cruel absurd irrational punishments for innocent citizens arrested for crimes not committed. All the horror Ukrainian have ben forced to take in, all the filthy nasty stuff, there’s just no end to it.

Dangerous Dream

The doors will open for the ridiculous prisons with their overflowing fulness of innocent victims. No more hateful primitive sadism, all of that misery ending today, it’s something Russians dare not even dream about. No longer the existence of a ruthless mafia regime that already for 25 years breaths the tainted air of deceive and lies, murder and bloody aggression, please nothing of all of that anymore, but a decent totally pure democratic organised society with righteous institutes and rules of law and justice. Welcome in the real world.

Universally Beloved words in any dictionary

I can’t tell you how wonderful those words sound. Wonderful. And now after 3 years wartime while I am writing down all those wonderful words, which are the best in any dictionary, I am still filled with disgust and feel like spitting at the stars.

I am disappointed, choked with anger and I am turning away from Russia, absolutely totally utterly more than ever profoundly disgusted with the brutality and bestiality of that fucked up doomed fruitless stupid nation. Doomed to suffocate. Ugly words, not particularly my style of writing. Excuse me.

Russophobia

here is a quote from the famous Russian virtuoso writer Vladimir Nabokov, it comes suddenly to my mind and knowing memory is a lazy dog, I have checked it in my diaries: “I will not cease loathing the filth, brutality and boredom of silent servitude.”

I can relate to that russophobic emotion. Text extracted from his poem No Matter How (1944) published in the book Poems and Problems (1970).