The Peanut Gallery: Storyteller Narrates a Letter
February 21, 2024
Welcome to the Peanut Gallery! Today we’re going to try something new.
Please remember that I know nothing.
Andrei Morozov typed the words into his screen, swallowing over a lump in his throat. He had to begin somewhere, so he might as well begin with his philosophical ideal: Ioannina, the stalwart front line against barbarism for a fallen yet glorious empire. It was both the title of his blog and a mission statement.
I will not tell all the events of the past day, February 20. The investigation will establish, hehe. I will be brief, ten pages. If the curve is posted, the text is in the docx file on the laptop’s desktop, called the "ad mirabile futurum" file".
“For the future!” Morozov announced to no one in particular and downed another shot. The alcohol burned, but it helped distract from the shadow standing calmly in the corner.
Finishing to scare me, to press, to convince, making sure that in front of them is a person who is not afraid of anything or very convincingly portrays it, so many in my life gave me their last argument - “ You will not change this! ”.
Morozov looked at those final words for a moment, realizing they were the truest thing he’d ever written.
Today I talked with a man who, knowing me a little, started right away with this. “ You won’t change that. Elections will be held, and changes will begin ”. I did not tell him the meme “ Putin and expensive gasoline – 20 years of solving the problem ”, let me think he will see for himself. Look at this meme, Comrade Colonel.
Today, Comrade Colonel, by your order I was forced to remove the post from my “ channel. We are written from Ioannina ”. And you were forced to give this order to your command, relying on the good old army collective responsibility. Do not delete – we will not give supplies. Shelling. Copters. New tanks and infantry fighting vehicles. And he, your command, was forced to do this by political prostitutes, led by Vladimir Solovyov, who piss themselves to come and pull the trigger. Well, I will do it myself. I’ll shoot myself if no one dares to take on this trivial matter. And they will give you tanks and copters.
Sixteen thousand dead, Morozov wanted to scream it to the heavens. Sixteen thousand! And for what? A fucking town? A town ruined and evacuated? And Moscow wanted to...forget them, paper over a pile of corpses to hold a parade. Despicable.
It turned out that I can’t serve under your command, under the command of a man who took a decapitated brigade in a critical situation on a critical site and “ took out the situation ”, I can’t serve you and, at the same time, tell the truth. Demand that the military prosecutor's office in St. Petersburg listen to a soldier who is shelled under Avdeevka. And, perhaps, other soldiers of the same kind who saw everything and know everything, but cannot tell, because they are intimidated.
If I “ cannot change anything ”, then you will have to win the war yourself by what is. IF.
Morozov long considered himself unbreakable. He knew the sacrifices necessary to forge an empire. He believed in the dream, the dream of Ioannina, of the hopeless stand against barbarism.
From February 21, 2024 you can safely tell everyone who calls you that I do not serve, and there are no problems with me.
There it was in plain text. He’d said it. And all Morozov felt was relief.
Do not torment yourself, Comrade Colonel, I am the same soldier as all your other soldiers. I died in battle. Igor “ Shore ” a few days before the fateful trip a year ago, told me at our location in Kirovsk, drinking kraft squados, which I kept in my cap, – “ You know, Murz, I figured out how to explain to myself what the fuck I'm doing here! I am – an ordinary Lebanese political technologist. I just have a very strange project! ”. So, Comrade Colonel, I am – the same soldier as everyone else, I just have a very strange fight that 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 wrong hands. Just like they tried to do it, for example, on May 11, 2007, when the current "consent of the nation" and "fake wrestler" Armen Sumbatovich Gasparyan distributed a fake about me, provoking his friends, fans of von Pannvitz from among the far right youth, to my elimination. The fact that now these are your hands, Comrade Colonel, – is just a special case.
Daimyo, by the will of the shogun, who ordered the samurai to deprive himself of honor and abandon his truthful words, should not feel remorse about this – he is just a conductor of higher will. Seppuku in this case is optional.
The shadow rose from its seat and placed a pistol on the desk, drawing a second from a holster on its breast.
Just never tell your soldiers before the fight “ You won't change anything! ” tell them that John Connor asked Kyle Reese to give his mother – “ There is no fate other than the one we create for ourselves ”. As they say, let's personally say thanks to Jim Cameron for this beautiful film, right in Hollywood. If I get “ something to change ” – give me to the soldiers as an example.
“Please, God,” Morozov whispered as he looked at the weapon, “Change my fate.”
In the code of samurai “ Bushido ”, which was recorded on paper at the moment when samurai began to forget it, among other things, it is written:
Numbly Morozov picked up the firearm.
Often the revenge is simply to break into the house of the enemy and perish.
A gunshot and the night went quiet.
Andrei Morozov died today. He was a Russian far right milblogger, a nationalist of the same shade as Igor Girkin. He and Girkin are alike in many ways, both idealists for a revanchist past. They are the soul of the Russian Empire, the ride-or-die. But now Girkin is in jail, Morozov is dead, and Prigozhin finally got his ammunition. There aren’t too many titans left on the RF neonationalist scene. Putin has, in just a few months, purged their entire faction.
Morozov actually keeps writing, though this seemed like a good place to end it. https://t.me/s/wehearfromyanina
Zaporizhia Oblast occupation governor Yevgeny Balitsky openly admitted that Russian authorities are forcibly deporting Ukrainian citizens who oppose Russia’s invasion of Ukraine or “insult” Russia and possibly alluded to Russian occupation forces’ summarily executing Ukrainian citizens.
The Russian army’s discipline is deteriorating. Please give Ukraine what they need to bring this war to an end.
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