Russian-things

I’m just saying ...

On a political cartoon site, one otherwise liberal cartoonist made the mistake of expressing doubt about the Russian connection to Donald Trump, to which a poster (handle “Radish”) provided the following amazing response:

I don’t know – it’s hard for me to see any U.S. ties to Russia…except for the Flynn thing and the Manafort thing
and the Tillerson thing
and the Sessions thing
and the Kushner thing
and the Carter Page thing
and the Roger Stone thing
and the Felix Sater thing
and the Boris Ephsteyn thing
and the Rosneft thing
and the Gazprom thing
and the Sergey Gorkov banker thing
and the Azerbajain thing
and the “I love Putin” thing
and the Donald Trump, Jr. thing
and the Sergey Kislyak thing
and the Russian Affiliated Interests thing
and the Russian Business Interests thing
and the Emoluments Clause thing
and the Alex Schnaider thing
and the hack of the DNC thing
and the Guccifer 2.0 thing
and the Mike Pence “I don’t know anything” thing
and the Russians mysteriously dying thing
and Trump’s public request to Russia to hack Hillary’s email thing
and the Trump house sale for $100 million at the bottom of the housing bust to the Russian fertilizer king thing
and the Russian fertilizer king’s plane showing up in Concord, NC during Trump rally campaign thing
and the Nunes sudden flight to the White House in the night thing
and the Nunes personal investments in the Russian winery thing
and the Cyprus bank thing
and Trump not releasing his tax returns thing
and the Republican Party’s rejection of an amendment to require Trump to show his taxes thing
and the election hacking thing
and the GOP platform change to the Ukraine thing
and the Steele Dossier thing
and the Leninist Bannon thing
and the Sally Yates can’t testify thing
and the intelligence community’s investigative reports thing
and Trump’s reassurance that the Russian connection is all “fake news” thing
and Spicer’s Russian Dressing “nothing’s wrong” thing
so there’s probably nothing there
since the swamp has been drained, these people would never lie
probably why Nunes cancels the investigation meetings
all of this must be normal
just a bunch of separate dots with no connection.

^ Ht: SK
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i was cleaning and i found a book with like all adventures of Gena andCheburashka and its just so hilarious, soviet books for children dont fuck around gena went like to army once worked as a director of the zoo and then went to prison

i esp love Gena playing Doom II

so apparently in 2014, Russia made a spin off of Always Sunny called “в москве всегда солнечно” or literally “It’s Always Sunny in Moscow” about four friends who own a bar in moscow that’s, get this, named Philadelphia

i literally can only find 30 second commercials for it online and it only got approved for one season but apparently it’s like. a shot for shot remake of season 1 iasip

proof: this is russian artemis doing her coyote ugly thing for russian dennis

washingtonpost.com
It’s now illegal in Russia to share an image of Putin as a gay clown
Warning: This post contains various images of Putin as a gay clown, and may therefore be illegal to share in Russia.
By https://www.facebook.com/david.filipov

Russia has banned a picture depicting President Vladimir Putin as a potentially gay clown.

Russian news outlets are having trouble reporting exactly which image of the Internet’s many Putin-gay-clown memes is now illegal to share. Because, you know, it’s been banned.

But the picture was described last week on the Russian government’s list of things that constitute “extremism.”

Item 4071: a picture of a Putin-like person “with eyes and lips made up,” captioned with an implicit anti-gay slur, implying “the supposed non-standard sexual orientation of the president of the Russian Federation.”

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long story short:

me and @tench were watching 3rd Samurai Jack episode when we saw DAT WOLF FACE

we were laughing then she yelled at me “RUTA YOU GOTTA DRAW THE CROSSOVER WITH THIS WOLF AND WOLF FROM ЖИЛ БЫЛ ПЁС!!! YOU GOTTA!!!!”

so i did

X’D

So, a Russian wannabe nazi came to Mexico and started insulting, harming and harassing Mexican women, children and men and uploading everything to youtube and now he is bleeding in a hospital because he killed a minor with a knife and the people tried to kill him beating the shit out of his pathetic arse. 

A part of me condemns any act of violence and is a little bit disappointed that people reacted so violent. But, another part of me feels glad he got what he was looking for. Specially after hurting women, harassing children and saying shit about my country.  

You simply don’t go to ANY country and start talking shit about it and acting so violent without any logical reason and don’t tell me he was mentally ill cause mental illness and disorders are no excuse for being such a little pathetic fucking piece of shit. 

Three Yuris

Once upon a time, I had a classmate who introduced himself as Yura or Yuri, depending on the situation. That’s what everyone, therefore, called him. 

One day, at an official ceremony, we found out that his full name was Georgi. 

The thing is, Russian names Yuri and Georgi are historically the same name. I mean, they’re not the same name now, obviously, but some time ago (not that long ago, less than a century) they were the same. And Yura was a legitimate diminutive for Georgi.

And seeing that the name Georgi is too long to use without a diminutive all the time, and most diminutives for Georgi sound a little odd or a bit offensive (”Gosha” is a parrot’s name, “Jora” rhymes with a mild insult, “Goga” just sounds weird to a lot of people), some Georgis choose to be Yuras instead. 

So, by the time Yuri Katsuki appeared in Yuri Plisetsky’s life, there’s a good chance he’d already had to fight for his first name with Georgi. No wonder he’s so defensive now.

Please let me talk to you about Tony and Maria and music.

Let me talk to you about Maria sitting with six year old Tony in front of the piano for the first time when he’s 6 years old and Howard has just snapped and started yelling at him for the first time, his little legs dangling from the edge of the seat, following Maria’s fingers with intent focus as she plays Clare de Lune.

Imagine him clumsily retracing the notes over the keyboard after she’s finished.

Imagine them spending hours on end inside the music room while Maria talks to him about music history, how she talks to him about Verdi and Puccini and other Italian composers but he ends up developing a special thing for Russian composers, and it’s maybe something about the rage he can hear in the strong notes of Stravinsky and Mussorgsky.

Imagine him falling in love with music and dreaming as a young child, dreaming of pursuing a career as a composer, though he soon learns that dream’s never going to come true because his future has already been chosen for him and he has no way of escaping. Imagine him as a 13 year old seriously considering running away from home to become a musician.

Imagine him playing angry Rachmaninov every time he has a fight with Howard.

Let me tell you how after his parents die, just coming back home from the funeral, he thinks about going into Howard’s study and trashing the place, but instead finds himself in the music room and he’s now somehow playing Clare de Lune. And this is the thing he can remember Maria by, because he has so many things he will always have to remember his father for, everything has got his name plastered on it –the company, the house, his very own person, his own fucking reflection in the mirror– but he’s playing the soft melancholic melody that started it all and he realizes this is so much bigger than any other thing Howard could have left him, that he can play the piano and have something that’s hers (and of course he’s also got her heart and compassion, but that’s not something he’s willing to admit to himself at this point in his life), and he smiles.

Let me tell you how whenever numbers and equations and blueprints clog up inside his brain he stands from his workbench and goes sit in front of the electric piano he’s got inside the workshop and starts playing and all the math falls into order.

Let me tell you about the time Steve found some crumpled music sheets at the bottom of a forgotten cardboard box in the basement and found a symphony scribbled in Tony’s frantic handwriting.

Let me tell you how he goes and gathers a full orchestra and has it played for him on the 20th Anniversary of the Maria Stark Foundation as a charity event and Tony listens to his own composition played for him and breaks down crying for the first time since he was a kid.

I have to go sit down.