What Really Makes Me Mad Is The Double Standards Of The Western Media That Tell The Tragic Story Of Two

What really makes me mad is the double standards of the Western media that tell the tragic story of two dead Russians (who were on the occupied territory of the other country during the war), show their photos, say their names. BUT then report the everyday losses of Ukraine by simply stating the number of casualties. At best it is mentioned that it was a man or a woman who died. Those Ukrainians that die every day and night when the cities are shelled and bombed by Russians, those that die of tortures in Russian captivity - newsflash - they were people. Civilians with their own plans and hopes.

Western media sources turn us into numbers, dehumanize us, give the audience an idea that our deaths are not something to worry about too much. But that poor couple that was crossing a bridge - a strategic object, on the territory of Ukraine that was lawlessly annexed by their fellow citizens - their death should be depicted as a personal tragedy everywhere, that's for sure.

By the way, maybe Western media would also like to show a few photos of that Russian couple on the Victory Day marches, with St George's Ribbons? Because these would be a perfect exposure of "not all russians" bullshit.

I watch tankies go apoplectic over how “war is hell, why is nobody talking about negotiations, people are dying, god, I’m so empathetic, does anyone other than me know that war is hell, feeling like I’m screaming into a void here”, yet mysteriously never directing that rage at Russia for committing a genocide, rather at anyone advocating for Ukraine having the means to resist said genocide, and it always re-affirms to me that what these terminally online larpers mean when they clamor for “muh revolushan” is “the system will collapse on its own without me having to contribute in any way and then I’ll wave the Soviet flag in the streets while singing the Internationale until I’m installed as the acting Minister for Managing the Cheka Basement, a position I’ve dreamed of holding ever since I was bullied in middle school.”

i am a big believer in letting music (and other media) come to you when you're ready for it. you may only know vaguely of an acclaimed beloved artist and suspect that you'd be into them but just... not ever get around to it. and then in 15 years one of their songs just hits you the right way and what a gift to suddenly have all of their works to explore! there is no hurry; what is good is always good.

Almost forgot to make this post: Happy 100th Anniversary of Lenin's death, everyone!

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