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Pussy Riot break down the intertwining of authoritarianism and oligarchy. Milo's words of warning about political prosecutions apply to Mikhail Khodorkovsky, but do they apply to Roger Stone? Buy his book and judge for yourself!
Chaika Case: https://www.theguardian.com/world/2015/dec/13/alexei-navalny-yuri-chaika
More about Khodorkovsky: https://www.theguardian.com/film/2019/oct/03/citizen-k-review-putin-alex-gibney-khodorkovsky
Obey humbly, don't be material,
Bow to God's chosen imperial -
I love Russia, I'm a patriot.
Live modest in saintly simplicity,
Shop and eat just by necessity,
And you'll be all set, you'll see.
Deputy, then D.A. smartly,
Join the Communist Party
But party with oligarchy.
We're patriots straight from Khabarovsk, means
We do business like Russians, not Gayropeans,
Mother Russia's our only queen.
Obey humbly, don't be material,
Bow to God's chosen imperial -
I love Russia, I'm a patriot.
Vacations, of course, in Nice or Greece,
Not Crimea, their power grid's in pieces.
But ask if business is better overseas?
I'll defend Russian customs with ease.
Interrogate anyone suspicious,
“Accidental death”, sleeps with the fishes.
Buried alive on a higher-up's wishes,
Get too smart: wash prison camp dishes.
Stick together: we're bros before bitches.
Get it?
Friendship, bro, is a sacred bond,
Poof! your criminal charge is gone.
Run your mouth, we'll bury you, son.
Fuck around and it's lockdown, my lad.
Navalny won't bug you soon, Vlad.
Obey humbly, don't be material,
Bow to God's chosen imperial -
I love Russia, I'm a patriot.
Now, take the boss of Irkutsk shipyard,
Our interests don't interest this libtard,
He cannot be bought or sold;
So let the Good Lord's plan unfold.
Garage, stool, rope, night,
Gently help him see the light.
On our boys' necks: bronze stars,
On the sucker's neck: rope scars.
Sonny wanted a salt-mine for Christmas,
Family's sacred, as God is my witness.
“Chill, son, competition's frozen of course,
Brickyard, shipyard, salt-mine, all yours.”
Daddy delivers like Santa Claus.
Obey humbly, take care of the material,
Get away with murder: serve the imperial -
I love Russia, I'm a patriot.
Ask me, should Russia expand its limits?
Sure! More land, more chance to milk it!
I'm a patriot - the Russian way, not Gayropean,
Mother Russia's my only queen.
Kill on home soil, patriot kickbacks,
Khabarovsk's D.A. has the inside tracks,
Tsapok mafia attack like wolf packs.
We're not some Switzerland sad sacks.
I run Wars on Corruption (and corruption – facts).
I love Russia, I'm a patriot.
But I'd rather live in Switzerland.
Want to take care of the material?
'Til the day you die, serve the imperial.
I love Russia, I'm a patriot.
'Choices' and 'Elections' are the same word in Russian. Featuring the drawings of political prisoner Oleg Navalny, brother of leading anticorruption critic of Putin, Alexei Navalny. Learn more about Yegor Zhukov and other Russian dissidents: https://therussianreader.com/2019/08/04/yegor-zhukov/
6 years to fight
6 years no respite
6 years, we'll beat the rap,
6 years, won't eat your scraps.
6 years to fight, fight,
Call the gang, no respite,
6 years, we'll beat the rap,
Stool pigeons, eat our scraps.
Lower than cesspits, the tosspots in charge charge charge charge.
Thieving, deceiving and living it large large large large,
Thieves without honour or criminal charge charge charge charge
If you’re unarmed, the armoured guards charge charge charge charge
6 years to fight
6 years no respite
6 years, we'll beat the rap,
6 years, won't eat your scraps.
6 years, his term of office, term!
Jail terms for his enemies promised, terms!
Coup! the Kremlin calls the cops, cops!
Dawn to dusk, alarms don't stop, stop!
6 years, miscarriage of justice,
In the jail, a corpse is trussed up,
Stitched us up, we were busted,
Caught 6 years' hard time unjustly.
6 years to fight
6 years no respite
6 years, we'll beat the rap,
6 years, won't eat your scraps.
6 years to fight, fight,
Call the gang, no respite,
6 years, we'll beat the rap,
Stool pigeons, eat our scraps.
The Sochi Olympics Song, dedicated to the patriots at MediaZona: https://rsf.org/en/news/russia-media-co-founders-poisoning-must-be-properly-investigated-rsf-says
50 billion and a rainbow glimmer,
Kabaeva carries a torch for Putin: winner!
In the camps, they crank out weepy appeasers,
Fireworks for higher-ups, All Hail Caesar!
Sochi's blocked, Olympus under surveillance.
Special forces, guns and cops to tail us,
Strife with the FSB, Strife with the Ministry,
Only triumphant cheers on State TV.
Putin will teach you to love the Fatherland!
Russian Spring spreads like wildfire,
A volley from Aurora to greet the Messiah!
The loutish prosecutor won't play nice,
He's after resistance, not pretty eyes.
A birdcage for protest! Drink! Russian doll!
Activists imprisoned, caviar, alcohol!
Hang the Constitution, Vitishko's jailed,
Stability, watch-towers, food packs mailed.
Putin will teach you to love the Fatherland.
Dozhd Independent TV's off the air,
Gay pride's in the crapper, like you care,
Toilet Upgrade's the priority here,
All Russia's sentenced to six more years.
Patriotism! The politics of our identity by which we signal our virtue in a way that's correct politically!
FAKE VIEWS ON FREE SPEECH:
https://www.saturdayeveningpost.com/2015/01/great-american-thinkers-free-speech/
Brave, brave Sons of Liberty:
https://www.bostonteapartyship.com/sons-of-liberty
Jefferson Hated Fake News Too:
https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/the-fix/wp/2017/02/17/trumps-war-with-the-media-isnt-new-thomas-jefferson-railed-about-newspaper-lies-too/