For that much tax money, you can pack your shitter with all kinds of platinum, Swarovski, wash’n’dry-your-ass stuff.
Or...you can buy a brand new SUV.
Dear IMF,
Please don’t stop. Keep the dinero coming. Help our government pay an extra $150M for every oil rig it buys. Help them hire US law firms to investigate things.
We can always pay you back. We have shitloads of national wealth to spread around. Nukes? Grain? Cash? Maids? Name it and claim it.
P.S. Can you lend him a netbook or something? Too much to ask? Help your man get rid of the digital divide!
On May 14 (Day of Anger), scores of anti-government protesters tried to camp outside parliament — only to be detained by police and later released.
Business as usual, huh? Not exactly.
It turns out police also dismantled that Russian Orthodox tent church that had been there since 2005. Yeah, since the Orange Revolution, for Christ’s sake! Now that should grab Patriarch Kirill’s attention!
Or maybe he had secretly blessed the whole operation? To kind of separate Yanukovych from his favorite church? At least for anyone willing to buy it. I mean Dura lex, sed lex v. Cuius regio, eius religio.
Who knows, maybe this little trick will help Patriarch Kirill save on travel and pack bigger crowds in Ukraine. Without resorting to Photoshop.
40 years of work leaves you with $100/month, not enough to pay for utilities.
The rest goes to first-class citizens who worship all things Soviet.
Woman 3: I, Valentyna Volodymirivna, want to particularly address Lukyanov and Chechetov: What do I have to do — how should I get down on my knees before you — so I’LL NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN HERE? HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT, HUH? YOU SHAMELESS ONES! I’ve worked for 40 years, I’m disabled due to cancer, and my father died during the first days there, in the war. He wants to see your flag? He doesn’t want to see this humiliation that you cause us! And you think he has interest in your flag! You can put it wherever you want, put it on, go out, have fun, get drunk in your palaces! But don’t touch us. And you [opposition] keep fighting. As sick as we are, we’ll help you. Trust us. And our grandchildren stand ready to help you. So that we’ll never have to see and hear these “wand wavers” [imitates Chechetov] — illiterate “wand wavers”— because all they have is their big mouths, down to their knees! I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
5:37-6:42
Signing the Soviet flag into law
Shut up, you crazy old Untermenschen! Go dig a grave and wait for the go-ahead from the AMF!
Not that I'm new to ☠ligarch Entertainmen☦, but this one caught me by surprise as I was walking downtown last Saturday.
And you know what they call it? “Майданc” (“Maidan’s”) It’s a carnival-like dance contest that brings together the cities of Ukraine. Last Saturday’s contestants: Odesa, Kirovohrad and Kharkiv.
Looking at all that Soviet memorabilia in motion, I had a couple of flashbacks.
April 1989. I’m one of the top three students to be promoted to the rank of pioneer (Soviet boy scout). In second grade, a whole grade ahead of the curve. We’re rock stars!
The “rite of passage” took place in the Lenin Museum, just a few blocks from here. In just a few years the USSR would be history.
And what about these kids? How old are they? What the hell are they doing?
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