Two chief hypocrisies I've discovered regarding the war in Ukraine
Two chief hypocrisies I've discovered regarding the war in Ukraine
It's the end of the year, time for a retrospective.
#1
About anyone spouting the same nationalist, Our Land, Our Clay, invaders must die! rhetoric that the Ukrainians are celebrated for in the West; should they repeat this in the West, in their own homeland, they would be considered domestic terrorists.
Ponder on that.
The Spanish Civil War is a good contrast: Nationalists and Republicans stood for the same at home as abroad. This conflict is strikingly anomalous.
#2
(a more subtle one, but one that bites deeper) The fellow rebels hypocrisy. The Ukrainians fighting their cousins in the neo-Grozny hell in Eastern Ukraine are taking a lot of discomfort upon themselves to achieve a goal, at all costs. The alternative, their cousins, their own in the wrong being victorious, to them, is intolerable.
(This war is a vicious civil war.)
And so they’re cheered on in the West for their struggle.
Their cheerleaders in the West has long traded any personal discomfort to stand up to domestic submission to wrong for immediate comfort. They have shied away from putting up any resistance. This safe submission, over and over, is what has turned the West to what it is today.
They may subconsciously dream of a rebellion against the system, but their rage is carefully, continuously channeled, drained away; this year, in this case, by the excuse of this far-away war.
Yet again, their rage steered away from the real cause of their angst; just like it has been done since Occupy Wall Street.
I’d like to emphasize the American kind of hypocrite “rebel“, one who dismisses the discomfort that Europeans, especially poorer ones, has to experience due to this war. A cost they don’t have to pay; so as far as they are concerned, this could and should go on, this Eastern European stage of Forever War should escalate, well, forever.
Ponder on this.
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Excellent points, sir ! Yet all the Nutzie cyborgs must go, Red Tide coming.....
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