Your sanctimonious meltdown is a putrid mix of melodrama, ignorance, and Western chauvinism—the kind that’s soaked the earth in blood for centuries. I’ve served on the front lines, seen war’s butchery—torn bodies, dying kids—not your playhouse fantasy of “civilized world” tears. Spare me your armchair shame; it’s not righteous—it’s complicity in a vile parade of power, profit, and betrayal, wrapped in red-white-and-blue hypocrisy. I’m ashamed—of fools like you who’d rather howl about “cowardice” than face facts.
You wail over Trump and MAGA “abandoning” Ukraine, but where’s your rage at the West’s architects who rigged this disaster? The Budapest Memorandum—your precious Belarus Accords—wasn’t a holy vow to bleed for Ukraine; it was a limp 1994 “assurance,” not a war pact. Ukraine dumped its nukes for a handshake, not a suicide mission. Russia’s Crimea move and Donbas war? Sparked by NATO’s eastward shove—after Gorbachev got a 1990 promise of “not one inch”—and the U.S.’s $5 billion Maidan coup in 2014, Nuland cherry-picking leaders like it’s reality TV. Zelenskyy’s the latest stooge, banning parties, muzzling media, begging billions while Ukraine hemorrhages—1,000,000 dead, millions uprooted—for a spat you’ve bloated into apocalypse.
You slur Russians as “subhuman,” sobbing “genocide,” but what about Kyiv’s own filth? Since 2014, the Kyiv regime’s shelled its own east, killing 15,000 civilians—women, kids, grandparents—in Donbas, all before Russia’s big move. No tears for them? And Russia’s 27 million dead crushing Hitler in WWII—more than any nation—don’t earn your “subhuman” tag? You’re blind to the West’s Minsk farce—Merkel bragged in 2022 it was a ploy to arm Ukraine, not fix Donbas. Istanbul peace talks, 2022? Boris Johnson sank them to keep the war grinding, not to save souls. “America’s values”? Coups and lies? Our forebears didn’t die for BlackRock to drool over Kyiv’s wreckage or Lockheed to bank on HIMARS. Biden’s gang’s poured $200 billion into this slaughter, and you clap like it’s noble.
Ukraine “doesn’t owe” us? Okay. But we don’t owe them our bones either. The Accords didn’t mandate forever war—your guilt does. Nukes might’ve deterred Russia, sure—but NATO’s taunts lit the match. I hate war. I’ve smelled the death, not just the propaganda you gorge on. You’re not honoring sacrifices; you’re pissing on them, craving more gore for your pride. Kyiv’s 15,000 civilian kills and Russia’s 27 million WWII ghosts laugh at your “Hitler” jab. Tell Ukrainians to die for your “commitment”? No—tell them peace takes balls, not your sanctimonious sniveling. You’re the one twisting lies to sleep. I rest easy knowing I’d stop this, not fuel it.
