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It's not a show. It's not a YouTube video where you can rewind to the most interesting part. This is the truth. It's hard, it's angry, it's searing. The kind that makes you want to close the tab and hide in a bubble bath. Because it doesn't pat you on the head, it hits you. With words, with facts, with pain. You'll read it - and probably get angry. Because you'll recognize yourself. Or those around you. Because it's too honest. Because uncomfortable. Because you can't dismiss it with the phrase "it's not all that clear-cut." There's no script. There's no filter. No customer. It's just me and reality. The one you don't want to see on TV. The one that gets masked every day with likes, storis and false flags. If you're ready, read it. If you're not ready, close it. But remember, the truth will still catch up with you. Even the ones running around Mallorca with flags. Especially them.
→ When they hand you "peremoga" and you're suffocating in your own city
→ The Brudna Khmara that came for our lungs
→ About brudna hmara, a dope with tinfoil and a herd that doesn't care
→ If you're in favor of Ukraine, show it here, not in Majorca
→ When help becomes a reason to queue and conscience becomes a rare resource
→ When kindness ends, darkness awakens
→ Sometimes tears save - even the strong
Well, let's briefly about the main thing, without any preamble. Now a real photo festival will begin on all screens - hugs, handshakes, smiles all over the country. The shouting will be such that the office plankton will gasp in ecstasy - "meeting with Trump is a victory", "and Putin didn't have time". All of this is staged in advance, with the right pitch and the right timing. While negotiations with Russia are taking place somewhere in Turkey, we are in the midst of a information coven.
Zaluzhny, as always, is glowing somewhere. On Telegram I've been posting his "performance" - in front of some Orders or Templars, whatever. His English is just torture to listen to, ears curl up into a tube. But the British diplomat with a perfect accent declares that Ukraine is a bastion of European values. At the same time, he is sitting in comfort with his wife, and his rating is already 37%! Zelensky has 15, he has 37. Doesn't it alarm you? Very much. When a military man has such ratings, it's not good. And here we already see "choice without choice" and mobilization of women and children. It's got to work, you know? I mean, the money's been invested. And how do you work it off? At the expense of you and me, of course.
In Europe, meanwhile, it's quiet. Macron has covered his mouth, the Germans too - and everyone is waiting. Some kind of treaty is signed, but you and I won't know what's in it. Only a part of it will be publicized, and the main part will remain for the "partners". And there everyone knows everything: Russia, the United States, and those who need to know. And we can only guess what will be there in that plan of "peremogi" for October. At this moment, as they say, it's not gas in our apartment, but full [ __ ].
And here we come to the most important part. The problem isn't just politics - we're gasping in our own cities. From March 1 to March 4, the forecast is for a storm, or more accurately, a "brudna hmara." And this crap is becoming the norm. One of my subscribers threw a photo of the cabin filter of his car - he has traveled only 4000 km in Kiev. The filter is black as night. But this is the air we breathe! And this is not Zaporozhye, where every breath is like in a factory. This is Kiev. Where, it seems, there is no industry, no enterprises. Only near my neighborhood there is a dry-cleaner of laundry - and that's enough to make the whole neighborhood stink and poison.
And that's enough to make the whole neighborhood stink and poison.I change the filter every 2000 kilometers. Simply because there is no other way. Dust, cinders, carbon monoxide - it all gets into your lungs. I drove across town and was shocked to see black haze for two days in a row. A guy sent me a video he wanted me to post. But I didn't - I don't want to explain why "it's normal in winter". It's not normal. And not in the summer, by the way. Because when political shows and air poisons start at the same time, it's no longer a coincidence. It's a system. And we are just expendable.
Well, it's "the same thing in summer" again, only worse. When the heat starts, all this bzzdish hangs over the city, and you don't know what's worse - politics or just the air. You call the hospitals you know and ask, "What's going on?" And the answer is a complete shitstorm. People have a temperature of 38-39, children are going into their forties, antibiotics are in the trash, nothing brings them down. Everyone is sick - from babies to grandmothers. Old people are just dying from the pressure swings. 780 to 750 is not a spike, it's a 20-story fall. And now we've been told that 780 is the norm. It's not normal. My head is like a balloon, even wear a tinfoil hat, as long as it doesn't crack. So I walk around with rings, tinfoil, whatever. Not because I'm crazy, but because my head explodes.
And this is no joke. Capillaries burst not only in forty-year-olds, but also in fourteen-year-olds. Who cares how old you are - if everyone's body is going through some kind of hell. And then there's the fun stuff. Recently I was sitting in the evening, TikTok on, broadcasting. I hear a bang! A Shahed was shot down over the house. I thought - well, it's understandable, the smell of fuel, everything is logical. But when Shahid does not fly, when just silence, closed windows - and in your ears is such a wild whistle that blows the roof off. And you sit there, turning on YouTube, just to get some sound to break this wave. Because you don't know what it is - microwaves, sound, brain glitch or something else. And everybody's like: "We're having the same thing." But they don't say anything. Because what matters to everyone is what Zelensky is saying, what Britain is saying, and not what is whistling in your ears so loudly that you can't sleep.
And here's a question: What about the towers? Where did the information go? Before, everyone was shouting - it affects, it's bad, it's dangerous. And now - silence. There are already three repeaters in the yard, and no one knows. It's like they've lost consciousness. But in politics, it's boiling. And we've been dragged into it. We don't talk about what we breathe anymore. We talk about who met with who and who signed what. But you know what? As long as you're in politics, politics does what it wants to you. Because you don't have clearance. There's only the appearance of participation. And the reality is a brudna hmara that someone learned to "predict" in a week.
How is it even a dirty cloud to predict? Is that a psychic forecaster sitting and saying: "In 7 days there will be mud over Kiev". How the fuck can you predict a dirty cloud? And most importantly, where is it coming from? First they said Sahara. Well, okay, but have you even looked at the map? Where is the Sahara and where is Kiev? Algerians laugh: "We have a desert right next to us, but we've never seen anything like this." Then they tell us - Caspian cloud. Then they say Sahara again. Then they tell us the Sahara. And in fact, in the summer you go out in a gas mask and try to breathe. And they tell you it's just dust. What the hell is dust? It's poison. And maybe someday someone will tell us what we're breathing. But for now, it's just "politics." And it's as if the air is no longer for people. It's for those who know how to keep silent and tolerate.
Summer or no summer, it's all the same. The sky is "clear", but your lungs are full of ash. People shoot video, admire the clear sky, and you stand and think: maybe Sahara just did not want to shit in its swamp this time and bypassed Algeria? Makes sense - why not? But explain it to someone. From morning till evening you explain, shout, prove that it is not sand, not the Caspian Sea, but a specific weed. Your throat's sore, your temperature, your blood pressure's skyrocketing. Gas, benzene, aluminum, peat. Kiev is drowning in it every day. And you tell them about the peat bogs, and they say, "Well, they're just burning." Yeah, just ... every year, every month, every damn day. It's like a schedule.
You think back to when people were duct taping toilets - literally - at the height of the pandemic. Because someone wrote on the internet that the virus was "coming through the sewers". They did! And I had the same people writing to me, saying they taped up the toilets. I thought they were joking. But they were serious. They taped it up so they wouldn't get infected through the... the drain. I'm not even talking about the sinks. It's like that. It's the same thing now. Only now, if you say it's not random, but controlled, you're a conspiracy theorist. Convenient, huh? The Battle of Kursk - likes, views. The air - 20,000, thanks, goodbye. Because nobody wants to think. Everyone wants a show. And the show is pyramids, magnets, Putin in the freezer. You can do that. But to talk about brudna hmara is somehow out of fashion.
And when you talk about gas, there is silence. Although everything has been clear there for a long time. Look who owns it all. Type "DTEK" into a search engine and you will find out everything. But no. People continue to think that Naftogaz is our everything. But in reality, it's a middleman. And DTEK is Akhmetov. And you can't argue with that. And you realize that brudna hmara may really affect not only the lungs, but also the brain. Because there's no other way to explain it.
The idols are coming: Golovanov, Muraev - anything to avoid listening to those who say uncomfortable things. And it's the airwaves - it will be ridiculed, too. They will say that brudna hmara is bullshit. And in general - magnetic storms. Of course. We have storms every day now. I'm not just taking this from the ceiling. I have old newspaper clippings at home. There's only two magnetic storms in decades. And now? Every day there's a storm. Not just G1, but like the stock market - X10, X20. It's like crypto. All this is like a good rancor from "Ukrenergo": on schedule. Only now - with injections, taxes on rain, air, water. Europeans - those already pay existence tax. And they don't say a word. Because they have one thing hammered into their heads: "Everything is fine". But in reality, it's not. And as long as we remain silent, things will only get worse. Because, as practice has shown, it is easier to become a sheep than to open your eyes and start thinking.
Remember those sheep standing on balconies in 2020, playing violins and clapping? Italy, France - the rooftop show. And then everyone goes silent. The witch and her vet made this hell, and the people - silence. Only in person then write: "Anton, I want to go to Europe, it's easier there." Easier? What is easier? There are the same "you" there, only in a beautiful wrapper. You'll be sheep there too, but under the European flag. Why don't you want to do something in your country while you still have some clarity in your head?
And then they sit in Portugal or Majorca, waving flags and shouting that they are "for Ukraine". Come here if you are for Ukraine. Guys are sitting at the front - go, show that you are with them. Or do you have business, potbelly and fear?
| Topic | Description | Output |
|---|---|---|
| Ostensible support for Ukraine from abroad | People live abroad but publicly declare support for Ukraine | Support without participation is hypocrisy |
| The choice between action and comfort | Citizens prefer Mallorca beaches over active participation in the country | Fear, selfishness and convenience outweigh duty |
| Power and control | Proposals to introduce passes between regions as a step towards total control | The danger of turning the country into a concentration camp |
| Police system | Even though they realize what is happening, people are afraid to speak out | Society is paralyzed by fear and indifference |
| The ignoring of real evidence | Mind-affecting papers and patents are denied by society | It's easier to call a "fake" than to accept an inconvenient truth |
| The price of mindfulness | Tools to protect yourself are out there, but most people pity even $90 a year | Ignorance and the refusal to take responsibility |
And yes, I showed patents, documents - real information that there are gases that affect thinking, DNA, psyche. And I'm told, "Fake, conspiracy." So go to the patent website! It's all in black and white. But no. It's easier to say "fake" than to admit you're being bullied. So you're alone, and there are walls in front of you. But even within those walls, there is opportunity - there are apps, documents, tools. Yes, it's $90 a year - but it's a chance. And when they write to you: "Anton, they took away your man, he just went out for bread, and now we don't know what to do", and before that the same people wrote: "We live in better conditions, we have no money" - that's when it gets scary. Because asking for documents is one thing, but thinking with your head is quite another. And as it seems, we are in trouble with this.
You send documents so that a person can defend himself - according to the law, according to articles, according to paragraphs. Not "on some grounds", but specifically: Article 32, Article 35 - everything according to the law. And still time passes - and they write to you: "Anton, my husband has been taken away. I'm ready to pay." Stop. You didn't have 4000 hryvnias for a simple application a month ago, and now you have 300 dollars for a lawyer? Choose who you want to be scammed by: a schnick for 5,000 or a lawyer for 5,000. And 90 bucks a year, no, that's expensive. And then they complain that the system is bad.
And then they complain that the system is bad.And I'm angry. I get really angry. Especially when I see moms who we've helped - raised money, bought pumps, everything - start demanding a month later. "We need more, but don't tell anyone, just give it to us." I say: let's go back and I won't help you then, I'll help those who are still in the queue. You were the first ones in line. We gave you a chance. And now you're back in line? What do I tell the other kids? We helped you - and now you want lifelong access to help?
270 kids have already received help through our channel. 270, Carl! And now 150 moms are trying to get back on the waiting list. Some through fraud. Listing a second child as disabled, negotiating with doctors to get help. And it's not a theory. I've had documents dumped on me. I called the hospital, not the doctor, but the director. And she said: "There's no such patient." And the signatures and stamps are there. That's who we are. Mega-potuzhni Ukrainians, ready to turn their second child into a "sick child" just to get money. Is this normal?
What kind of condition is this? What is it - brudna hmara influences? Or the towers? Or food, water, politics? Or is it 37% support for Zaluzhny, who, by the way, also wanted to introduce passes between the regions? I could sit in a chair now, put on a smart face and start talking about sky ships, new treaties, political messages. But I have real emotions. I have anger. Especially when it comes to children. Because when you see all this, you realize: it's not politics that's the problem. It's us. It's that conscience has become an option. And help has become a tool of pressure. And that's what makes it really scary.
Дah, I've become a kind person. Those who have been with me for a long time know that. But when I see things like this, it brings out the devil in me. A real devil. And not just anger - dark forces, literally. It's starting to get scary. Because I can't understand **how you can make your own child an invalid for 100 thousand hryvnias**. It's not millions, it's not trillions. It's a little over two thousand dollars. Are you serious? It takes 5,000 to get out of TCC. And you make a child an invalid for 2? How? What the hell are you people breathing?
And you say this is conspiracy? I've explained it all, I've shown you everything. I told you to get your gas masks ready. Rub Vishnevsky on your nose like your grandmothers taught you. Because this is not a joke. It's not theory, it's not fantasy. If you have connections to doctors, talk to them. Find out what's going on in hospitals now. In Ukraine, in Poland, everywhere. People are lying around. Immunity is failing. Temperatures up to 40 for four days. It goes down to 38 and back up to 40. It's protein clotting. It's thrombosis. It's strokes and heart attacks. **It's fucking death by air.
And I'm walking down the street, wearing a gas mask. I pass a kindergarten. And there's a mom sitting there on her phone. And the kids? And they're sitting there breathing that shit. I feel sorry for them. I'd go over there, but they'd say maniac. Well, it's easier to say: "What are you talking about, Gura?" And you yourself, you vote for Zaluzhny. 37% vote, and no one thinks of leaving the kid at home when it's a brudna hmara for 4 days. It's better to have a beer, **talk about Macrons**, cuddle under the tit and that's it. It's more convenient. It's easier. You don't have to think. Thinking is hard. Better Netflix, microbrews, trance, evening "conscience vacation.".
I'm broadcasting, of course. And yes - I have an emotion. Real emotion. Especially when it comes to children. Yes, I talk passionately. And you write me back. You give me screenshots of "it's getting better" or "I don't read it and I don't have a problem." Sure. **Zaluzhny is not a candidate. UNICEF has canceled everything. The world is clean again. Only then you come back. You write: "What about Gura? Write to him." Why did you write back? You're having a good time. You're lying in a bathtub, warm, with bubbles. Life is good. Only **sometimes it hurts** and you want to know: "What's going on, Goura?" And Gura's not for you anymore. You said it yourself, "It's a letter." That means goodbye.
What the fuck are you texting me? What are you telling your friends? You wrote it yourself, and now you're asking me to tell you, to find out "what about Goura?". And Goura is no longer for you. You chose a warm bath and a bucket with no news. Honestly, I'd put people like you in cold water in the morning, hit them in the ass with a belt to wake them up. All they know how to do is whine and stare at their phones. And there are children around, the air is black, the sky is gray, and you sit there and "I don't read, I feel better." Well, well, well.
You know why women live longer? Because they dump all the shit on men. She's fine. She's fine. And him? And he sits there, drowning in it. And it gets worse every day. Strokes, heart attacks, because we men keep it all inside. And then she says, "Do you want a beer?" And he's already sitting there thinking about how to throw himself down. And it's not a joke. A friend of mine said: "She works in a psychological help center, everyone gets dumped on her, and then on me." And he's a poet, a creative man. And he is being smothered with this dirt. That's the whole truth.
And here I am reading all these posts about children. And my heart hurts. It really does. To the point of tears. Yes, I cry, too. Yes, "Braveheart" is a movie that makes me cry every time. And let them laugh. Let them say, "Gura's crying again." And I'm not ashamed. Because maybe it's time for us men to cry more often than drink. Because when you hold it all in, it rots inside. And then it comes out, like I'm doing right now. I'm sorry. Yeah, I had a temper. But everything I say comes from the heart. No filter.
I see so many things. People write to me every day. With no awards, no medals, I've pulled dozens of people out of the noose. Those who put up the camera, hung up the rope - and recorded the last video. And I knew that if I didn't answer now, I wouldn't stop the video. That's why I'm tearing up and screaming. Because sometimes someone just needs to speak out. So I did. I'm sorry if it was hard for anyone. But that's just the way I am.
And yes - I love you. All of you. For being you. For listening. For guiding. Even when you write something stupid, it's cool. It's communication. It's life. Thank you to everyone who helps, who throws a hryvnia, who comments, who simply does not keep silent. Because silence kills. And a word can save. We're collecting again tomorrow to help children. If you want, join us. The card is secured. It's fair. For the children. For the good. Thank you. See you later.
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