This might be some old news, and a bit late overall, but I think this event had to be addressed fully.
The Boston Marathon bombings.
The current disposition of the story is as follows: two brothers Tsarnaev of Chechen origin moved to Kazakhstan, then to US. Gained citizenship as political refugees from the bloody Russian regime, got college grants as sportsmen, lived in the US for some time the older even married an American wife. Their family was also scattered father stayed in Dagestan.
Few years ago, they traveled back to Dagestan for unknown reasons, and Russian intelligence that tracked their online activity had alerted the FBI for possible muslim radicalization of these people. The American intelligence briefly looked into it, found nothing more and got no more feedback from the Russian side.
Then, they made bombs out of pressure cookers and blew up some bystanders at the Boston Marathon, because holy jihad.
I actually nearly peed myself with excitement when I heard about this and followed the story. It's sweet, sweet as fuck justice. I'm sorry, my American friends but I'm glad this marathon got blown up to fucking shits and pieces. Call it schadenfreude of the worst sort, but you deserved it.
You see, you shouldn't pity yourself and US citizens in general over this, because what happened is classic Russian Roulette, sorry for the pun. It's silly to believe that if you load a gun, put it to your temple and pull the trigger, and if the bullet is in the champer, it won't blast your brains out. That's what Americans do.
The US had been toying with islamists since the dawn of time. The US actually has an interesting dualism when it comes to muslims. I'll tell you the legend. If the muslims act in a way that is detrimental to USA interests, they're terrorists and towelheads, axis of evil, blah blah. If the muslims act in a way that is beneficial to US geopolitical goals, they're "rebels", "freedom fighters", "separatists" and basically the nice guys that want democracy and friday BBQ and a Chevy. Real red-blooded good guys.
This has been the case with Chechens. The Chechen insurrection since the 1990s had been a fuse that was slowly burning and from several perspective points, believe to be a detonator to crumble Russia further down. Let's be realists despite everything, the NATO (and so, US) strategy had always been about minimizing russian influence in the post-soviet Europe and restricting the state from going back to a local superpower, for geopolitical and economical reasons.
Caucasus states, their instability, are a convenient barrier between Russia and Central Europe/Middle East, a demarcation zone that prevents the growth of Russia, as state. The Caucasus region, basically, is a collar around our necks. That was always understood by the West. Therefore, the region's instability played nicely into the US foreign strategy concerning Russia. If these states Chechnya, Ingushetia and Dagestan are clusterfucks, they're unsafe for Russian military, and therefore, no placing of strategic weaponry can be achieved by the Russian state there, because they can be seized by the so-called "rebels".
If you inspect it closely, the shakes and shudders of the islamist Russian republics coincides with the movements on forwarding the anti-missle shields. It's a tricky game of tactics, but the base principle remains move the shield closer to Russian borders, destabilize republics to prevent Russian forces by moving their weapons on points where their proximity would overpower the shield.
So, what's this about, speaking simply the NATO block loved the Chechens with a deep and hot love. Being a part of the military in this region, I can testify this on any holy book I've seen weapon and tech shipments that the Chechens couldn't get nowhere in Russia. Won't say they got it from Americans, no... but from their allies. The financing of the wahhabism movement came from many sources, indeed, and western ones were among those.
In this light, such events such as Britain and other western european countries taking wanted Chechen, Ingush and Dagestan criminals and terrorists under their wing, grants of asylum and so on, comes as no surprise. And the media... of course the Western Pravda hailed them as heroes and rebels.
As a journalist, I've experienced that. If one would to open any american, british, or german publication on such disastrous terrorist acts such as Beslan, Nord Ost, Domodedovo bombings, the Moscow subway bombings, you will always see one thing justification of islamic terrorists.
Before analyzing the event for what it is, a terrorist act, any media reaction towards muslim violence in Russia, is this "Chechnya for decades battled the federal forces in a struggle for an independent republic, only to be quashed by Kremlin's iron-fisted enforcer Kadyrov. Fueled by the bloody history, where Stalin had displaced millions of Chechens during WW2, Chechen separatists long sought independence from the russian state and the federal retaliation was nothing short of brutal. Thousands were displaced, killed, Grozny leveled... even still, the proud elders of Chechnya try to honor the ways of their fathers".
This isn't a glimpse of history. The prevading message, the ONLY message that the West ever gave, is that the Russians are evil empirialists oppressing a little peaceful republic and stomped down on the budding flowers of democracy, so whatever the Chechens do, its JUSTIFIED BECAUSE RUSSIANS ARE BAD AND TREATED THEM BAD. Oh, and condolescences for the victims, btw. Good riddance, russkies.
Chechens were the US' governments little monkeys far away, scarce, but a good little schtick to poke the Russian bear with it and keep it occupied. The GOOD muslims, you see.
But as with Afghanistan and every other Middle East project, the roosters came to roost. Or what's the saying?
Because there is no good or bad muslims. No tame, "your" muslims. No "you'll do some rebel fighting for me cuz we have common enemy" muslims. There's the muslims and you. Separate.
The act of the Tsarnaev brothers are an epitome of this simple thought. They were radicalized and left to feel just in their hate for the kaffirs. They were supposed to blow up a Russian marathon, of course and the world would cry a bit crocodile tears for the victims, and then join the chorus "but it's because they were oppressed!".
But a glitch happened. They blew up their benefactors. Or is it not a glitch? Because that often happens with muslims. They're not your soldiers, your team. They have their own team, and that team is called "kill the whitey christian fucker". They wouldn't discern between American and Russian, because in their eyes, we have more common with each other than you think.
I really wish we could deport all the Chechens, Ingushes and Dagestanians to UK and US. Just imagine all the diversity, all the vibrance. Imagine how good it will be, for they will be safe from us merciless russian slav beasts. They'll all be yours to cuddle and train to do the "roll over and die" trick. It would be glorious.
So, I commend the Tsarnaev brothers. I really do. I'm only sad that they hadn't killed as much americans as they planned. You'd ask why I say such horrible things, on an american site? I reiterate sweet justice. Maybe, just maybe, this will wake the West up. Make it understand that you can't play with fire, and with one hand shoot the terrorists, and with the other give them bullets.
Of course, it will fall on deaf ears. Right now, studies are being wrote, about "what did we do wrong? Why didn't they play for our team? How do we make chechens hate Russians more than us, and not let this repeat itself?". Studies to explain how Tsarnaev brothers' "violent" past in war-ravaged Chechnya afflicted them and made them lash at the beloved American dream.
No one would stand up and say: "you know, it's partially our fault".
Well, as a Russian, I would. As a person, who had a pretty solid chance of being gunned down or blown up by a fucking Chechen scumbag in Grozny's area, I would. Would anyone cry for me? Doubt it. We, federal forces cogs, are just a faceless oppressive mass of opressors, indeed.
So, it's your fault. When it was the Moscow subway, it wasn't of any concern, right? Just freedom fighters fighting for freedom, the way they can. Not a senseless act of violence, nooooo, there was a grain of common sense there, assymetrical warfare, all the jazz.
Do I have pity for the Boston bombing victims? Zero. Logic and pity don't go well together. And fuck your victims the way ours were fucked. The only voice here that matters is our voice, the Russian voice, and I'm gonna say what all of you pussies would never say and shield your pathetic ears from hearing:
Good job, Tsarnaevs. Good job.
I hope you left the pressure cooker bomb blueprints for the others.
It would take a lot more blood than was already spilled to teach the West to not to raise killers and naively believe they won't come for you in the end. It would take more terrorist acts to teach the USA that a muslim terrorist is a muslim terrorist, and not Play-Doh to mold to your objective.
If it was in my power, I'd start a Chechen enrichment program for the whole fucking world.
Because everyone needs some freedom, Chechen style.
Lately I've been thinking about how incomplete many people are. About a trail of wrecked expectations I leave behind to my own general indifference about the matter.
I'd like to share some of my observations with you, my watchers.
You see, I'm an extrovert. I'm social, I'm talkative, I quickly involve myself with other people I like that, really. I don't expect much from people, and feel that general communication is a pleasant way to fill in time between productive things and I hope people don't expect much from me either in such situations.
But I've learned maybe a bit late in my life, that many people mistake my extroversion and sociality for openness and friendliness. They often think that they are my friends, when I think of them as of aquaintances at best. And thus, they start to project this "friendship" where it doesn't exist. They mistake my altruism for friendliness. They mistake my desire to communicate for something bigger.
And at a point, they get confronted with the fact that I'm not a lifeboat, and wouldn't hold their shit for them.
This stems, in my point of view, of the modern incompletedness of people, that is stimulated by everything around us, starting from education, to media and medicine. People are constantly told to rely on something to rely on others. But no, not just rely completely depend and not deem being an autonomous entity.
People are born into a paradigma of codependancy of the worst kind. That's why you get social networks popularity surging. Why people are so INFANTILE nowadays. They are incomplete, and can't exist without a plethora of supports and crutches that would complete them. Without reattaching like a deep-sea parasitic angler to some other poor sod.
This leaves many with a warped perspective on true friendship and meaningful relationships. When you're in a frantic, frenzied search for a tit to suck on after you've parted with your mothers' one, you fail to realize that strong bonds with others is a matter of true compatibility and hard work. Friendships build through overcoming challenges and hardships.
Once, one of my friends asked what is friendship to me. I said trust and selflessness where it matters. Or something along the lines. Friendship, a true friendship, is when you trust a person to not fail you for an idiotic reason when you're in dire need. But this can only be known through a test, when such a situation arists. Therefore, friendship emerges as a postfactum occurrence.
But today, what does it constitute? A facebook "like". A sharing of common interest. Talking to someone. Having a laugh. Total devaluation as a result for a societal pressure to find someone to depend on. But that's the irony people who form bonds amongst each other are not dependable at all in such situations.
That's why you have so many failed marriages, relationships and so on. People constantly confuse mild interest or passion for something that requires years to build and test through.
Worst part, is that when you're not a total autistic sperg with zero social skills, people think they're entitled to your friendship or interest just because they exist and because they're a special snowflake.
It usually goes like this, at least happened to me, often the following interaction is a courtesy of one of my actual friends, and it was nailed on the head:
"I'm awkward, not very smart, not talented or skilled, my self-esteem is low and I'll get offended by your success, I'm rather ugly and/or not appealing in general, and I don't do many productive things? WANNA BE BEST FRIENDS FOREVER?"
"No? Don't wanna be my friend, while I offered the world to you? You grew politely dis-attached? WELL, I'LL GET OFFENDED AND STALK YOUR ASS FOR 2 YEARS! DONT WANNA BE MY FRIEND YOU'LL GET AN ENEMY!" </b>
Yes, I had/have it. I have crazy stalkers. I have chicks who thought that after sending me their topless photos, I'll be with them forever. I have people who stalk my ass, make fake facebook accs after me, people who can't get over the fact that I'm not their "friend" anymore, when I specifically warned them that they're expecting more than I could dish out for them. People who decided, as stated above, that they've "seen through my bullshit", that I'm an abhorrent douchebag that didn't appreciate them and are now on a quest to right all my wrong-doings, bring me to justice, fix their wounds, revenge, etc. Because, God forbid we have a sense of reason and responsibility, and move on. That's not an option.
And this is really tragic. We're atomizing. People that have the potential to evolve in strong, autonomous, life-enjoying personalities, are stuck in a state of blood-sucking larvae in needs of hosts. And no host like having parasites. Politeness, etiquette, social boundaries - fuck that, we here have more friends to make! More people to assert our worthless, meaningless existence!
Women are especially prone to that. Ironically, the more feminists and other "strong women"-types call for female independence, they all devolve pretty quickly into dependance from other people, women and men, clinging to whatever assertion of themselves they could muster.
And modern men go down that road too, with the "friendzone" and "nice-guy" crap.
There are so many weak, incomplete people, writhing and wallowing around in their apparent uselessness, it's mind-boggling. Naturally, they get drawn to the stronger personalities, to those that could function by themselves, without being a bicorporal entity made of two losers.
There are so many, but friendship is possible only among the strong, those with the willpower.
In all other cases, it's parasitic, incomplete and wretched bonds. And once you realize you're having this, and if you're sane, you severe them.
But note it's always the parasite that gets harmed, the parasite that wails and flails the most from being hurt and cut off from the source of food and energy.
Free yourself, if you're reading this.
In a few days it will be yet another date since Yuri Gagarin's venture in space. This year, it will be 52 years more than half a century since the day humanity proved itself to be unstoppable.
As fast as technical and societal progress happened afterwards, 2013 of our Lord Jesus Christ looks nothing like the future dreamed by those that made Yuri's flight possible and those that came after to further his success.
We live in this future, and you have to give it to the old science fiction masterminds of the past while not exactly an orwellian Brave New World, it's still closer to a bleak dystopia, than an edifice to humanity's power.
We live in a realized failure of potential.
I'll explain why and where we went wrong.
I grew up in a family of technicians and engineers. People linked to the space exploration era. I grew up learning how truly limitless a man's power is, given a focused drive, and I grew up with books that took mankind to the stars, or at least to some exciting new transcendence of mind over matter.
Back in the day, it seemed perfectly possible. Science was booming. The frontiers of knowledge seemed closer than ever, the Universe barely able to contain its secrets from spilling out for us. And it indeed was true. Progress was rapid, it started a chain reaction, development in ways we haven't even predicted. The Human Genome project. Space Shuttles. Cheap nuclear energy. Medicine and biotech rapidly revolutionizing. Computer and communication tech suddenly taking shape into a game changer.
In the last 50 years we amassed so much breakthrough critical mass, that it dwarves everything humanity did since the dawn of time, since the first cromagnon took a pointed stick to kill something.
But in the end, and that is the single tragedy of our time, this roiling mass of innovation came to a halt due to lack of any understanding what to do with it.
There is one good reason why there are no Moon bases. Why no state, except for Russia, even pretends to train for flight for Mars. Why AI and brain virtualization isn't moving anywhere for years. Why space tourism remains a prospect. Why people sit in the ISS and make smart faces trying to show they're doing science.
Because the paradigm shifted.
There is no ideal, no vector to evolution. No values to pursue, build or uphold. Nothing to find, among the stars or in the depths of sea.
Humanity ain't about this anymore. Humanity's all about making life comfortable for savages and poor fucks who should've fallen off the boat year ago. The Promethean fire is wasted on scum and human garbage
Our goal isn't to move forward.
Why? We've got what we wanted, don't we? We've got a TV set, some good old retro games, the Internet, cheap food, welfare, jobs that don't grate on us to much, ability to waste our lives for centuries and let the state take care of our offspring and problems.
Liberals across the globe can rejoice we have reached the end of history. Done. We did it. Now, since the white people got it so good, the only thing left to do, is shower the same "privileges" of the recently deceased hi.story on the other few billion of Third Worlders. Feed the poor, cure cancer, give a "like" for that on Facebook. Dance butt-naked at homosexual marriage ceremonies and wire blacks to virtual reality stations where they can rape white girls till kingdom come in post-slavery revenge frustration.
Afterwards, at this peak of sentimental glory, we just as might nuke ourselves.
This is the dystopia I am talking about.
I don't know if anyone feels it. But I do. The suffocating nausea of stagnation, of hopelessness. The fish rots from the head in this carnivale during the plague.
Only this time, it's the plague of the mind.
In some ways, it was a wicked witch circle. The explosive progress and belief in humanity's apparent godhood had created an illusion, that "savagery" like religion, violence, true natural traits should be abolished by man, that we can deconstruct reality as it is.
Modern western liberalism-socialism had become this loaded gun with which our civilization played suicide. The foundations of our world had been shattered, turned inside out to tickle the morality muscle of those who found a new electorate in the worthless and degenrate.
In the absence of higher purpose, one can reap the fruits of such abandonment.
There is, in reality, no purpose in our civilization anymore. We are left alone to our devices devices that came to be through truly inspirational research and altruistic urges, but that failed to do anything but comfort us in this decay.
Of course, it is presented in another light. We are forced to believe that our purpose isn't the relentless progress anymore, but more "socially-oriented morality goals". We were fed a surrogate of beliefs and values, a mess leftover from the traitorous disassembly of the great white civilization.
We were given a new Bible the Human Rights codex. Even though, when humans get these rights, and when non-humans get them, they have no idea what to do with them.
We were given new saints and martyrs the subhuman, the fag, the dyke, the retard.
We were told to drop our riches and help them, and in doing so, achieve salvation.
We were given a new fake religion to fill up the empty space of the dreams that never came true.
When I think about it, I realize where the self-flaggelation comes from, why modern white young people throw themselves into the whole anti-privilege movements, social-justice, anti-white paradigm, into the Opression Olympics.
A human needs something to hang to, something that would tell him that that he is valuable and needed, that he can channel wisdom and purpose to others. Atomized by their own self-imposed suffering, it becomes a new, marketable identity.
There are no wars to fight, no lands to defend, no truth to wash in blood. Everything is relative, aside from the strength of diversity and division. But look at it with a clear eye, and noone would point what did this strength achieve. What it aims to achieve.
This fragmented, selfish, self-degrading and at the same time, righteously comforting religion of the new offers nothing for humanity. The goal to feed the poor and right all the wrongs seems noble, but then what?
What happens next, after all the starving africans are fed, after all the racism abolished, after the last white person fading into the background of a grey goo mass? When every homosexual is married and every feminist owning a male slave? What happens next when everyone is equal to another in worth and opportunity?
Voice this question, I urge you.
They will never answer. Because they don't know. They don't even imagine. They can't find a cause where this unified humanity can apply it's supposed strength?
I can tell you, though.
Nothing happens. We arrived to the end of history. And maybe, maybe, there will be yet another parameter to fight for the equality of. Look at these hordes marching to the edge. Homo mensura omnium rerum. But if the man is small, so are the things that he measures by his existence.
And then, then we might have this dystopia. Who will take the reigns, if the Left succeeds in taking them out of white hands? The asians? The blacks? The incompetent fools we are now trying to save for the sake of shunning our own development? Don't think so. These civilizations are cyclistic, they will happily diverge back to ashes, as the wheel of Sansara turns. Make no mistake.
I can imagine it. A slow, agonizing death, glossed over by social media and it's warped cousin in the near future. Death through donation to charities, death through electorial landslides, death through self-shaming and abstination. Nausea.
It will look almost like a splendid, high-tech life, this death. It will appear as if it actually sets a goal for the future.
But there is no point in it. Because it's the end of the narrative for this paradigm. A social justice utopia turned stagnant filth.
Progress and development, evolution always leaves things unequal to one another. When a new species manages to fit it's niche better than the predecessor, the other dies out or fades into the background. When a better thing is invented, the older version is abolished. When someone sets a record, the others are left in the dust.
We had arrived to the point, where egalitarism encroaches on progress, because progress is unmerciful.
Reality is unmerciful. There is no grace in nature, no sympathy, no sentiment. There is but pain and triumph.
We were robbed of it.
Understand it. YOU were robbed and you are being robbed of a future, of a purpose, of a goal. You were given, instead, a nasty little surrogate to place your hopes on and stroke your ethics sore to justify you wasting your life in producing goods and money to fund an incompetent, stagnant dream of equality and justice.
You were given it, and accepted it. You accepted Facebook over endless possibilities. You accepted fighting for angry black women rights instead of reaching for the stars. You settled for a video game console instead of a superhuman body. You decided that starving africans are more important than immortality.
Now, you pay the price.
I hope you enjoy 2013 of our Lord, Jesus Christ.
But to end it on a more positive note...
Footsteps of loners one day become a march of thousands. If there is a purpose in times, when reality actively stops you from having one, stopping the End of Times is a good one.
Perhaps, I, and you too, reader, won't see the results of our actions. However, actively resisting this, with all your might and ability, your competence and knowledge, is the least one can do to further the breakeven and turn the tide in our favor.
There are billions of dead behind us, our ancestors and inspirators, and in your mind's eye, they are watching what choice you'll make.
Will you bury yourself amongst the others or rise.