“If I hear another American saying: “Ah, Putin is a dictator and the Russians love autocrats, they are ignorant…” The Russians are deep, they are deeper than we are, they think things through in a deep and brooding fashion. And they are good people, they are kind people, they would take the shirt off their back to help you.”

You can print these and make your own neocon deck of COVID cards, with all the hateful people to execute in priority.

Key points from the Russian president during an interview with Rossiya-24: ▪️Arms supplies to Ukraine pose a threat to Russia ▪️The West supplies Ukraine with a "very decent" amount of weapons ▪️Ukraine uses up to 5,000 shells per day, while in the US, only 14-15,000 shells are produced per month ▪️The Russian defense industry is developing at a breakneck pace ▪️The supply of ammunition to Ukraine is only an attempt to prolong the conflict ▪️The Russian Federation will produce over 1,600 tanks in a year ▪️The US is shooting itself in the foot by limiting the use of the dollar for opportunistic reasons

Lyrics - E. Yevtushenko, music - E. Kolmanovsky. Vadim Ruslanov and the Aleksandrov Red Banner Song and Dance Ensemble of the Soviet Army sing B. Alexandrova. "KAPPS Concert", 1962 Lyrics : Do Russians want wars? Ask you the silence over the expanse of arable land and fields and birches and poplars. Ask those soldiers that lie under the birches, and let their sons tell you, Do the Russians want war? Not only for my country soldiers died in that war, and that the people of all the earth could easily dream. Under the rustle of leaves and posters you sleep, New York, you sleep, Paris. Let your dreams answer you Do the Russians want war? Yes, we can fight but we don't want it again soldiers fell in battle to your sad land. You ask mothers ask my wife and then you must understand Do the Russians want wars? ----------------------------------------------- Хотят ли русские войны? Спросите вы у тишины над ширью пашен и полей и у берез и тополей. Спросите вы у тех солдат, что под березами лежат, и пусть вам скажут их сыны, хотят ли русские войны. Не только за свою страну солдаты гибли в ту войну, а чтобы люди всей земли спокойно видеть сны могли. Под шелест листьев и афиш ты спишь, Нью-Йорк, ты спишь, Париж. Пусть вам ответят ваши сны, хотят ли русские войны. Да, мы умеем воевать, но не хотим, чтобы опять солдаты падали в бою на землю грустную свою. Спросите вы у матерей, спросите у жены моей, и вы тогда понять должны, хотят ли русские войны.