Ukraine War Day #367: Why Russia Fights, Part II

Dear Readers:

Continuing (and concluding) my review of this piece by reporter Dmitry Steshin. Where we left off: We saw that the collective West has manipulated the Ukrainian people into joining the Maidan Revolution. Using their patented social engineering technologies of Color Revolutions. Even Centrist-voting, Russian-speakers of Kiev were suckered into joining forces with the most naked of the Galician fascists and aging Banderites of the Western provinces.

Aging Banderite veterans arrive in Kiev, are greeted like heroes.

In this regard, one always needs to remember that the vast majority of Ukrainians descended from men and women who fought on the correct side of the Great Patriotic War, namely the Soviet Red Army side. Only a small minority of Ukrainians actually fought for the Nazis/Banderites. And yet that side has captivated the current generation, has convinced them that the Great Victory was actually a Defeat. Flipping everything on its head. Which is the reason why the aging Banderites were greeted and applauded on the sound-stage of the Maidan. First there was innocent dancing and singing, attractive girls and boys wearing Ukrainian traditional costumes. Then the greeting and cheering of the UPA veterans. And then the chants of “Moscovites to the knife!” as the carnival proceeded on its pre-programmed course.

As the Overton Window slid open, all that remained was the shedding of First Blood. Which, according to the Color Revolution playbook, would rapidly convert the carnival songs and dances into a violent shooting gallery. The end-goal of the ever-present Victoria Nuland was to overthrow the Yanukovych government. She had already drawn up the cadres list of the new pro-American puppet government.

First Blood

Steshin: I was one of only a few who actually observed the start of the process which ended in the shooting of the so-called “Heavenly Hundred”. At 9:05 AM on the morning of 20 February 2014, I happened to be sitting on the windowsill of my room in the Hotel Ukraina, which looks out on the Maidan Square. I was having a smoke. Then an explosion, a very powerful one — something like 20 meters into the air, the shields and hard hats of the Berkut storm police went flying up. The bomb had been planted earlier, inside a storm drain. This was the signal. Immediately bullets went flying from all sides. People were shooting, not only from the Maidan, but also from the roofs of the government buildings. I knew that the windows on the staircase of the hotel looked out in that direction. I didn’t wait for the elevator, I bounded one step up the staircase — the sniper missed me by only a millimeter, I got away with just a speck of flying concrete hitting me in the eye.

This random shot confirmed one of my main [political] postulates: That no color revolution is possible without the collusion of at least a part of the elite. The Ukrainian elites betrayed their own country. They exchanged their country for a slice of power within the bloody chaos.

Second Blood

Nobody wants to conduct an investigation that would end up implicating themselves.

Therefore the shooting of the “Heavenly Hundred” was quickly swept under the rug. The bullet-pocked trees on Institute Street were quickly cut down and taken away. [yalensis: To avert forensic investigation of bullet trajectories; people were lied to and told that the Yanukovych security forces were the shooters.]

The new government which had come to power in the Ukraine had a much bigger job to do: To crush the ethnic Russian regions at any cost. Crimea all by herself cut and run, she left the emerging Banderstadt entity without a second glance.

Nuland’s snipers randomly murder the “Heavenly Hundred”

In the spring of 2014 I arrived in Luhansk, where the new breed of “partisans”, Mozgovoi and Bolotov, had already emerged. All day long they would escort us KP correspondents around, always checking to make sure that we were not being followed. And only at night, in some forest hide, did they agree to give their first interview to the Russian press.

Only by a miracle were we able to evade the Luhansk SBU [Ukrainian KGB] guys. We escaped to Donetsk, where the Separatist forces were stronger. Although even there, a pro-Ukrainian meeting had been organized, and they were expecting the arrival of Parubiy, Lyashko, and “the woman with the pretzel on her head” [Julia Tymoshenko]. A few thousand residents gathered for the pro-Ukrainian meeting, the majority of them being younger people, who had grown up and been educated in the ways of the “new Ukraine”. It was precisely these young people, the “political Ukrainians”, who were to become the mainstay of the ATO, that punitive war conducted against the Donbass, which was jesuitically dubbed an “Anti-Terrorist Operation”.

[yalensis: I think Steshin makes a really good point here, when he invents the term Political Ukrainian. Showing that ultimately, this conflict is not really about language or even ethnicity, it’s about picking sides: Russia vs NATO. Language, ethnicity, ultimately those things are just another form of virtue-signalling.]

Steshin: Later, these same youths, these “political Ukrainians” were to become participants of the “hot phase” of the ensuing Civil War. There were not many of these types in Donetsk and Luhansk. However, in Zaporozhie, Kharkov, and Dnepropetrovsk, the Maidan government was able to maintain control [using these types as their muscle]. They had excellent political advisors. Whereas the rebelling Separatists did not have a clue what to do. For example, they seized the administration building in Zaporozhie, and then the rebels simply dispersed and went home afterwards. As in, mission accomplished. And come to find, the next morning, the building is back in the hands of armed men.

These idealistic Russian youths are known as “political Ukrainians”.

While the rebels on our side maintained certain moral scruples, the pro-Maidan elements suffered no such limitations. In Dnepropetrovk, [oligarch] Kolomoisky openly promised to pay a bounty of $10,000 dollars per head, for the leaders of the rebellion. In other cities, [pro-Russian] activists simply disappeared, and their bodies were found later, in the woods. “Maidan centurions”, basically head-choppers, came out of the woodwork to assist the Ukrainian government.

On April 20, the night before Easter, which was later called “Bloody Easter”, at a checkpoint near Bylbasovka, a batch of unarmed Separatist militiamen were gunned down. This is when the Banderite Battalions, Aida, Azov, Krivbass, and others, were created. In Odessa, on May 2, everything became crystal clear. That was the day of mass burning of the rebels. On that day I happened to be in Slavyansk; and because the Odessa tragedy eclipsed everything else, it has been mostly forgotten that this was also the day, when the Ukrainian Armed Forces first attempted to storm Slavyansk. Nowadays Slavyansk is still under Ukrainian control, and still waiting for its liberation.

Operation Storm-2

Post-Maidan Ukraine has never concealed its desire to “liberate” the Donbass. Only the various approaches have changed, from time to time. Whether to just kill everyone; or to show some mercy and just expel the people back to Russia, ethnic cleansing of the land.

All the past years since Maidan, Ukraine has plotted to conquer the Donbass. The Anti-Terror Operation has engaged a good portion of the male population of the Ukraine: around a million men. Bound them together in blood.

Nor did the Ukrainians ever conceal their proposed methods for subjugating the Donbass, of which there are only a few variants. The primary model is Operation Storm, conducted in 1995 by the Croats against Serbian Krajina [in Yugoslavia]. One lightning bolt, and it’s done. But our guys in the trenches knew all about these plans. Not once, and not twice, our soldiers sitting in trenches at Yasinovata or Kominternovo, said to me, “Brother, our job is to hold out for 15-40 minutes, and then the Russians will come.” I saw at the time, just how few of these soldiers there were, in the trenches of Donbass, on the eve of the Special Military Operation, and I thought to myself, “They will all die.” And I thought that Russia might not get there in time.

But Russia got there in time.

[THE END]

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