Attention, bootlickers! There seems to be some confusion over whether Putin invaded Ukraine to save it from Nazis or to purge the degeneracy from their blood and soil. Could Jordan Peterson peel his tongue off the jackboot long enough to clear this up?
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The Tea: Boris Moiseev declared he was "pretending to be gay for attention" in 2010, the year after "Light Blue Moon" and repeatedly announced his forthcoming wedding with American Adele Todd, but I can't actually find out whether they did marry - looks like they did in 2016? He joined Putin's "United Russia" in 2003 "for protection", and has a long history of trying to walk the line of respectability e.g. supporting cross-dressing on stage but not on the street, opposing gay pride parades and gay marriage but supporting gay adoption etc.. So, Russian Milo really, with sharper choreography.
SNOW-WHITE DRESS
When in Winter's hard frosts, just before Spring,
Mimosas bloom and Nightingales sing;
When you soar to the skies, surprise the stars,
Find birds' nests on top of your window bars.
When the fat teen buys a fashion magazine,
As if boys at school will make her their queen.
When a mustached cop grins at a skinhead punk,
Hauls him off, not to jail, but to dine and get drunk.
See, that's love!
Cupid's wings flutter all round this!
See, that's love!
Don't hide your heart, Cupid won't miss.
When a little boy chalks some name on the street,
When a mindless calf's mouth makes for mom's teat,
When foremen pinch milk-maids to show their esteem,
Or bald soldiers smooch their best buds in a dream.
When mongrel strays hope to be bulldogs one day,
When two pairs of legs poke from barn dance hay,
When professors jump in puddles on rainy days,
And the girls they kissed cry over their straight As.
See, that is love!
Cupid's wings flutter around this!
See, that is love!
Don't hide your heart, Cupid won't miss.
Winter Love wears a snow-white dress,
Spring Love in light blue, dressed to impress,
Summer Love's gowned in a grass-green dress,
Autumn Love wears gold to bold excess.
LIGHT-BLUE MOON
Once upon a time, I heard regaled
A tale of two brothers' young lust,
Part truth and part a fairy-tale,
Perhaps they walk among us?
The younger's love was pure and sweet,
Devoted slave to a royal lady,
He laid his whole heart at her feet
In an enchanted forest shady.
The elder chose weirder wonders,
And Heaven's loneliness.
Everyone knew he'd not fall under
The spell of a lady's caress.
“That Light-blue Moon's to blame”,
The district all declared.
Condemned for strange love's flame,
He would not be spared.
.
Light-blue moon, light-blue moon,
No one ever loved him like
That Light-blue moon.
Light-blue moon, moon,
Light-blue moon, light-blue!
The stars drank sweetness
From the light-blue moon.
It seems the younger pledged his word,
To a mortal duel for honour,
The elder, putting up his sword,
Spoke the blessing of a brother:
“The honour's mine, all mine, milord.
Go in love and be yourself adored,
And brother, be the happy one,
I lose all, but you lose more,”
And rode into the setting sun.
“That Light-blue Moon's to blame”,
The District all declared.
Condemned for strange love's flame,
He would not be spared.
CHEERS HEY! QUEERS HEY!
Pour shots of martini - Cheers, hey!
For freedom, for destiny, for truth! Queers, hey!
One, two, three shots! Cheers, hey! You're the gay!
For Yuri, for Yulia, screw Liashko!
Check my battle-club, brother huskies!
Tomorrow we'll out-twerk the Russkies!!
Dance Cossack-style, the power's ours,
Ukraine's not dead 'til they close the bars!
Borsht! pig fat! Onion! Horseradish! vodka!
Eat and drink,
I drink, drink, drink!
Lovers! Undercover! glitter-covered! Spit upon them!
Artists! Stylists! Cyclists! Move aside!
Lipstick! Gay-parades! in parliament, they're all the rage!
I want to, I can't though; for pig fat, let's hit that!
Check my battle-club, brother huskies!
Tomorrow we'll out-twerk the Russkies!!
We'll dance Cossack-style, the power's ours,
Ukraine's not dead 'til they close the bars!
Borsht! pig fat! Onion! Horseradish! Vodka!
Eat and drink,
I drink, drink, drink!
PUSSY RIOT VERSE - MY AGENDA
Gayropa's capital is Moscow, dear,
All our homophobes have turned queer!
Spiritual ties mean bondage ropes there -
Rainbow mobs marching across Red Square!
Gay propaganda – we love you from Chechnya to Uganda!
Dancing with you on Red Square we flex,
Up to our necks in the safest of sex!
