I don’t mind monotonous chores when listening to podcasts or audiobooks. I press pause when I need to think about what I’m doing.
Nazism was obviously an evil period of German history, and after its utter defeat, one for which subsequent generations in Germany completely rejected. Whether the scales will fall suddenly from the eyes of people living in Fascist Russia, I don’t know.
I admire many Russian artists of prior periods, the list is too long to include here, but art is often a reaction to its society – where the human spirit is able to shine through the pain of its subjugation.
Fascism suffocates life under its fetid blanket of corruption and deception, producing only missiles and murderers.
To an English speaker, “Putin” sounds like “Poo tin” (a tin of poo). The pathetically unimaginative letter Z as a symbol looks like a swastika and reminds of naZi. Invading a sovereign country with tanks, murderers and rapists reminds the free world of the barbarity we thought had long disappeared from Europe.
Ireland speaks English, but if they want to dump it and speak only Irish, then good for them. If they don’t, then good for them too. But the thing about sovereign countries is that such decisions are up to the people who live there.
Being consigned to the poo tin of history means being forgotten about with great relief.
Soviet Union 2.0 is the crappiest sequel ever, where every word is a lie and every action is bad counterfeit copy.
I happened to walk past a couple of houses in Colchester that usually have the Union Jack flying atop a flagpole in their gardens. Both homes are now instead flying the Ukrainian flag.