President Vladimir Putin in
Sevastopol, Crimea, attends a parade marking
Victory Day over the
Nazis. Earlier in Moscow, Putin hosted the most
jubilant Victory Day
parade in decades - certainly the most well-staged.
Preparing 'Stalin's Eleventh Blow': Victory Day and the New War on Fascism (Izvestia, Russia)
"Our hated enemies killed the Soviet country. They took her
territory, her army. Destroyed her great factories. Broke the will of our victorious
nation. They encroached on her victory, which for us was like a sacred shrine.
... As a gift for our patience and stoicism, for our labor and our faith, the Lord
has sent us Crimea. Russian people once divided by our enemies, united again by
victory's embrace. ... Even as we celebrate the sacred victory of '45, we hear the
treads of enemy tanks in southeast Ukraine, where the bodies of militia are mutilated,
and the heads of Russians crushed. A new battle against fascism is
inevitable."
A boy wears a ribbon symbolizing the Soviet victory in World War II, and holds portraits of relatives who served in the Red Army, at a Victory Day military parade in Sevastopol, Crimea, May 9.
Writer Alexander
Prokhanov - on our new Victory Day
Victory
- fiery, holy, divine.
For
four years, through fields covered with blood, flames and corpses, the remnants
of Soviet battalions and regiments battled on. Finally, the fearless divisions of
an enraged army arrayed themselves in an unshakable front. T-34 tanks,
themselves often aflame, continued to fire at the "Panthers" and "Tigers"
[German tanks]. Pilots spitting fire swooped down on the German columns and
trains. Wehrmacht
gunners were torn to pieces. Guerrilla fighters, dying under torture, spat in
the faces of their executioners.
Ten blows from Stalin
hammered the tousled body of fascism, and ten red victories shielded the
motherland. In the basement of the Reich Chancellery, guards found a black egg,
shells casings and broken needles. The death of Hitler hung in the air. By the
red sword, fascism was dead. Like a twelve-headed snake, it died only when all of
its heads were cut off. In '45, it was a victory of light over darkness, love
over hate, heaven over hell.
[Editor's
Note: Stalin's ten
blows were ten successful strategic offensives conducted by the Red Army in
1944. The offensives drove Axis forces back from positions held near Leningrad,
Belarus, and Ukraine to Poland and Central Europe.]
The
soil had yet to settle on the graves of 30 million fallen heroes, the embers of
burned villages and towns still smoldered, when Stalin ordered gardens to be
planted, and these paradisaical gardens blossomed from sea to sea. Among these
blooming gardens our ruined cities were restored. Divine Minsk, ravishing Kiev,
and radiant Sevastopol we rebuilt. From these heavenly fields we launched into
the space, and it seemed to us that their blossoming would be endless.
But
silently, worms were eating them away. Artful rodents riddled our apples and
pears. Our hated enemies killed the Soviet country. They took her territory,
her army. Destroyed her great factories. Broke the will of our victorious
nation. They encroached on her victory, which for us was like a sacred shrine.
But
the worms couldn't riddle that shrine. The rodent's teeth broke on the sacred
image. We carried our victory through the nightmarish nineties. And on this
icon once again the scarlet blossom began to open, a marvelous scarlet bud.
We
inhaled its aroma, drank in its miraculous juices. We rose again out of
infirmity and sorrow, rebuilding our state. We erected factories. Secured our
military. Restored the will to our fallen spirits. Reinspired
non-believers in the faith. The victory remained with us, and we never laid down
the red banner.
And
as a gift for our patience and stoicism, for our labor and our faith, the Lord has
sent us Crimea. Russian people once divided by our enemies, united again by victory's
embrace.
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Worldmeets.US
But
the black sperm of fascism spilled onto the mother of Russian cities - Kiev. In
the golden
apse of St. Sophia's [cathedral in Kiev], amid shrines and temples, grew an
embryo, with black horns and an ugly hairy face, as Satan is depicted on the church's
fresco. Like a poisonous dough rising in Kiev's kneading-trough, it
began to spread to the whole of Ukraine, and its tanks leveled
the streets of Kramatorsk.
Its
armored personnel carriers
poured fire over Slovyansk. Its helicopters swooped
over the area
around Donetsk. Its priests staged ritual punishments in Odessa: 40 Russian martyrs
were burned alive amid the hooting and laughter of their executioners. It
was fascist prayer to hell, a commemoration of Himmler and praise for Adolf
Hitler. After the Odessa crematorium, Obama and Merkel smell of fried human
flesh. That vicious cripple Yulia
Tymoshenko is braiding herself with the hair of Auschwitz prisoners.
Even
as we celebrate the sacred victory of '45, we hear the treads of enemy tanks in
southeast Ukraine, where the bodies of militia are mutilated, and the heads of
Russians crushed. A new battle against fascism is inevitable.
Stalin's
eleventh blow is inevitable
Let
President Putin hold a military parade and issue the order directly from Red
Square to his passing troops and war machines, passed the temple of St. Basil’s
Cathedral and onto Donetsk, where wounded militiamen with trembling hands once
again throw Molotov cocktails at fascist Bandera tanks [below].
Stephan Bandera was a
Ukrainian politician who took the opportunity
of Germany's 1941 invasion of the USSR
to push Ukrainians to declare
independence. Ukrainian nationalist fighters
used Russian T-38 tanks
abandoned on the battlefield to fight Russians
alongside the Nazis.
The T-38 tank above carries the slogan 'Glory to Stephan Bandera!'
This is one of the 'Bandera Tanks' that the author refers to.
