The Nam pishut iz Yaniny [We are written from Ioannina] Telegram channel:
by Andrey Morozov (aka Murz)
I won’t tell you all the events of the past day, Feb. 20. The investigation will establish, ha-ha. I'll be brief, about ten pages. If it is posted improperly, the text is in a docx file on the desktop of the laptop, the file is called “ad mirabile futurum”.
Having finished scaring me, pressuring me, convincing me, making sure that in front of them is a person who is not afraid of anything or portrays it very convincingly, many people in my life gave me their last argument - “You won’t change this!”
Today I talked to a man who, knowing me a little, started right away with this. “You won't change this. The elections will be held, and the changes will begin.” I didn’t tell him the meme “Putin and expensive gasoline - 20 years of solving the problem,” let him, I think, look for himself. Look at this meme, Comrade Colonel.
Today, Comrade Colonel, on your order, I was forced to delete the post from my Telegram channel The Nam pishut iz Yaniny [We are written from Ioannina]. And your command forced you to give this order, relying on good old army collective responsibility. If he doesn’t remove it, we won’t provide supplies. Shells. Quadcopters. New tanks and IFVs. And they, your command, were forced to do this by political prostitutes led by Vladimir Solovyov, who is a wimp to come and pull the trigger. Well, I'll do it myself. I will shoot myself if no one dares to take on this trifling matter. And they will give you tanks and quadcopters.
It turned out that I cannot serve under your command, under the command of a man who took over a decapitated brigade in a critical situation in a critical area and handled the situation, I cannot serve under you and, at the same time, tell the truth. Demand that the military prosecutor's office in St. Petersburg listen to the soldier shell-shocked near Avdiivka. And, perhaps, other similar soldiers who saw everything and know everything, but cannot tell because they are intimidated.
If I “can’t change anything,” then you will have to win the war yourself with what you have. IF.
Beginning from Feb. 21, 2024, you can safely tell everyone who calls you that I do not serve you, and there are no problems with me.
Don’t torment yourself, Comrade Colonel, I am a soldier like all your other soldiers. I died in battle. Igor “Bereg,” a few days before the fateful trip a year ago, told me at our deployment camp in Kirovsk, drinking a craft Calvados that I kept in my storeroom, “You know, Murz, I figured out how to explain to myself what the f*ck I’m doing here.” ! I am an ordinary Lebanese political strategist. I just have a very strange project!” So, Comrade Colonel, I am a soldier like everyone else, I just have a very strange battle, which I have been waging since June 20, 2005.
My enemies do not come to fight me in hand-to-hand combat, they attack me with the hands of others. Approximately the same way they tried to do it, for example, on May 11, 2007, when the current “conscience of the nation” and “fighter against fakes” Armen Sumbatovich Gasparyan spread a fake about me, which provoked his friends, fans of von Pannwitz from among the far-right youth, for my liquidation. The fact that these are now your hands, Comrade Colonel, is just a special case. The daimyo, who, by the will of the shogun, ordered the samurai to deprive himself of honor and refuse truthful words, should not feel remorse about this - he is simply a conductor of the higher will. Seppuku is optional in this case.
Just never again tell your soldiers before battle, “You won’t change anything!” tell them what John Connor asked Kyle Reese to tell his mother - “There's no fate but what we make for ourselves.” That being said, let's personally say thank you to Jim Cameron for this wonderful film, right here in Hollywood. If I manage to “change something,” give me an example to the soldiers.
by Andrey Morozov (aka Murz)
I won’t tell you all the events of the past day, Feb. 20. The investigation will establish, ha-ha. I'll be brief, about ten pages. If it is posted improperly, the text is in a docx file on the desktop of the laptop, the file is called “ad mirabile futurum”.
Having finished scaring me, pressuring me, convincing me, making sure that in front of them is a person who is not afraid of anything or portrays it very convincingly, many people in my life gave me their last argument - “You won’t change this!”
Today I talked to a man who, knowing me a little, started right away with this. “You won't change this. The elections will be held, and the changes will begin.” I didn’t tell him the meme “Putin and expensive gasoline - 20 years of solving the problem,” let him, I think, look for himself. Look at this meme, Comrade Colonel.
Today, Comrade Colonel, on your order, I was forced to delete the post from my Telegram channel The Nam pishut iz Yaniny [We are written from Ioannina]. And your command forced you to give this order, relying on good old army collective responsibility. If he doesn’t remove it, we won’t provide supplies. Shells. Quadcopters. New tanks and IFVs. And they, your command, were forced to do this by political prostitutes led by Vladimir Solovyov, who is a wimp to come and pull the trigger. Well, I'll do it myself. I will shoot myself if no one dares to take on this trifling matter. And they will give you tanks and quadcopters.
It turned out that I cannot serve under your command, under the command of a man who took over a decapitated brigade in a critical situation in a critical area and handled the situation, I cannot serve under you and, at the same time, tell the truth. Demand that the military prosecutor's office in St. Petersburg listen to the soldier shell-shocked near Avdiivka. And, perhaps, other similar soldiers who saw everything and know everything, but cannot tell because they are intimidated.
If I “can’t change anything,” then you will have to win the war yourself with what you have. IF.
Beginning from Feb. 21, 2024, you can safely tell everyone who calls you that I do not serve you, and there are no problems with me.
Don’t torment yourself, Comrade Colonel, I am a soldier like all your other soldiers. I died in battle. Igor “Bereg,” a few days before the fateful trip a year ago, told me at our deployment camp in Kirovsk, drinking a craft Calvados that I kept in my storeroom, “You know, Murz, I figured out how to explain to myself what the f*ck I’m doing here.” ! I am an ordinary Lebanese political strategist. I just have a very strange project!” So, Comrade Colonel, I am a soldier like everyone else, I just have a very strange battle, which I have been waging since June 20, 2005.
My enemies do not come to fight me in hand-to-hand combat, they attack me with the hands of others. Approximately the same way they tried to do it, for example, on May 11, 2007, when the current “conscience of the nation” and “fighter against fakes” Armen Sumbatovich Gasparyan spread a fake about me, which provoked his friends, fans of von Pannwitz from among the far-right youth, for my liquidation. The fact that these are now your hands, Comrade Colonel, is just a special case. The daimyo, who, by the will of the shogun, ordered the samurai to deprive himself of honor and refuse truthful words, should not feel remorse about this - he is simply a conductor of the higher will. Seppuku is optional in this case.
Just never again tell your soldiers before battle, “You won’t change anything!” tell them what John Connor asked Kyle Reese to tell his mother - “There's no fate but what we make for ourselves.” That being said, let's personally say thank you to Jim Cameron for this wonderful film, right here in Hollywood. If I manage to “change something,” give me an example to the soldiers.