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3.0 Hardcore Eastern Border (A Dan Carlin tribute)

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3.0 Hardcore Eastern Border (A Dan Carlin tribute)

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The Eastern Border3.0 Hardcore Eastern Border (A Dan Carlin tribute). Machine-transcribed; use the interactive transcript above to jump the player to any line.

Love this podcast? Support this show through the A-Cask supporter feature. It's up to you how much you give, and there's no regular commitment. Just click the link in the show description to support now. Greetings comrades, and welcome back to the Eastern Border. It's late here in Lodegall today. I'm sitting just 22 kilometers in the border of the Russian Federation, and I'm burning through my velo or zen, same thing, pouches, and staring into the absolute best of the 2026 reality. We're stepping into season 3 of the nightmare. For a good reason, I don't add the trailerly pick when the seasons change. Just as the first naturally ended, and now, well, we start the third, because again, the shape turned into the whole podcasting aspect. And, well, the rules of the game have changed the bed both politically, and, well, in the show, the late it matters.

And for this one, I decided to go do somewhere where I haven't gone in a while. A bit longer episode, a bit more meandering, so to speak. As you can tell by the name, I decided to go back to the roots, and do one which would be more like a hardcore history meets, I don't know, common sense meets Eastern border. Chances are greater than Zito, this will get to Dan, so hi, Dan. I intentionally tried to make as much tropes as possible, and, you know, see if I could do it in his style. A bit more, with this more bigger picture and a bit more clarity. Slowly, one that allows me to express myself without rushing, without maybe, you know, as usual, having to slap together a lot of material, and a lot of words, and those 45 minutes, which is what I aim to be my episode's at, I know I should probably speak slower or something, but, well, I try to fit the men in,

well, what the internet tells me is your average commute to work, or otherwise. I know people mostly, you know, don't have the time for these long episodes, or so people tell me, I do listen to long episodes, and this is going to be one of them, hopefully it works for you. Maybe I should do this a bit more. Then again, well, I decided to do one more nothing, he's left on the cutting room floor, and a bit different in style. But I hope that this will allow me to express everything clearly, and well, I want to do something special for the beginning of this season. Now, if you were an alien looking down at the Eurasian Landmast right now, and those of you who are also avid listeners of hardcore history, you can play a drinking game of whatever I mentioned, that show, or a throw from that show that you recognize, that's a fun thing to do. You'll probably not be that easy, over by the end, but still.

If you were an alien looking down at the Eurasian Landmast right now, try to make sense of this Russian Empire of its terminal stage, which I've been doing for a lot of episodes previously. Well, you would understand that at this point, we're not looking at a conventional war anymore. The physical war, the war of steel, these old mod drones and shattered bones, all that was ground to a horrific bleeding hull. Over a documenting now is something far darker. We're witnessing the psychological horror of a Traptoraticalized Society, and here I have to use my own trope, cannibalizing itself, and I promise you, third season, we're going to cut down on that, I'm going to get all of that out of my system. Again, I really don't know how out of Fagee is a very weird word for me to pronounce, thus my native language, so I'm stuck with cannibalism, and just because I sometimes lag the proper terms in English to express myself here. Well, I don't want to go into very specific Aladdin terms in academia. But you know, when the Russia substitutes physical reality with a digital hallucination,

I think I can justify myself. At some points, because of the physical reality for all of us is sometimes pretty unbearable to look at. Now we've talked about Franjo and the Schuffer for the years. Again, I always say the classic Soviet institutional lie. Do you know your lying, boss knows your lying, you know the boss knows your lying, everyone knows everyone else is lying, but well, everyone just keeps the machine running. That's the grease and the gears at the Eastern Bit of Cratic machine. Now, well, I've been telling you that this is the reach that's terminal stage, but now I think I might actually be right about this. Because we're watching a nuclear armed state completely detached from the physical world. I want you to put yourself in their shoes for just a second. To recommend that in the Russian Ministry of Defense you have spent months hurling thousands of men, father's sons convicts, that slaves, into the meat grinder. You have nothing to show for it, zero. The maps haven't moved. But the Zaren maskhouse sitting at the end of his comically long table, well the man's victory,

he needs victory for the easily news broadcast. Since they cannot win one day in rent one. In the late summer of this year, the Limit Putin was handed a very official, very serious folder. And you see inside that folder, was it a report stating that the Russian armed forces had gloriously captured the town of Sveta Horsk. The state media machine began to re-exenge. Victory was at hand. There was only one problem, it was completely unequivocally false. The Russian army wasn't in Sveta Horsk, they were not even close. But the beta, beta, beta, it obviously didn't just lie on a piece of paper, this isn't the 20th century anymore. They weaponized AI to fabricate the victory. This I think is the most creative use of AI Slop, but that I've experienced because they created with the Russian military bloggers are now bitterly calling Neuroslop. AI generated images with deep fake battle damage, digitally hallucinated coordinates. They fed it completely, synthetic reality into the highest echelons of the Russian military command structure and built a Potemkin village out of pixels to sue the ego of the staging dictator.

And I think that's a progress for them because in the early war we saw them using armatry screenshots. Yeah, they've moved from video games to at least, well, but AI, they can access. The psychological snap on the Russian internet was instantaneous. The Z Patriots, the hardcore blood and soil imperialists whom we quote on this show often, and we actually care about winning this war while they lost their absolute minds. Because they do realize the terrifying implications of this. Let's listen to the telegram channel Alex Parker returns. I think he lives in Canada, but that doesn't really matter for this point because only those Z Patriots who live abroad are fully honest in their statements. This is the raw panic of radicalized persons that realizing the steering wheel, well, that isn't the touch of the car anymore. Quote. Grandpa doesn't use the internet and doesn't know the real situation. One day, one day they will shit in his folder with reliable information that Kiev is liberated, or that the SVO ended the total capitulation. The more you delay taking Grandpa to a rest home in Altai, the more he will hallucinate taking kupiansk, Berlin, the moon, and Krypton.

End quote. Yeah, hallucinate taking Krypton is a quote that I didn't really expect to make on this show, but here we are in the Russia military machine state of 2026. Translating that hallucination to the physical battlefield is a completely different, historically unprecedented disaster. It's one thing to tell a lie to the public on evening television, it's a completely different, historically unprecedented disaster that feed AI-generated hallucinations into your own technical command network. The problem in the Z channel Rimbabr spelled out exactly why this is a fatal disease. Quote. And with neuro insertions is that neighboring units might plan their actions based on the false situation, with predictable results. Technical failures can and do grow into strategic disasters because of systemic lies in reports upwards. End quote. Can you imagine? Can you imagine just being this Russian artillery officer or a mechanized infantry commander or whatever, drone squad commander, receiving orders to advance, believing that the neighboring sector has been secured by friendly forces? Because they obviously don't really coordinate among themselves,

only to discover that the support doesn't exist. The secured sector was a mid-journey or nano-billano, but that would have a generated fantasy, cooked up by a panic major in Moscow trying to save his pension. Well, this is how you drive your armor straight into a fortified Ukrainian hill zone because of the map you were given was a piece of fiction. And you're weaponized to the point of mass suicide and kind of explained, you know, this whole uncertainty that Dan used to speak about in a lot of his shows about this whole historical battlefield. One of his favorite things was to talk about this air balloon on top of the battlefield. And well, now we know how that's like. How these medieval armies fought, I know that he spoke about this. They spoke the same way, an organized and brutal, with a lot of casualty rate. We could experience a custodic army fighting right now just as well you could see, ladenipolone, a kind of uniform in early World War I. All of this breeds an atmosphere of profound suffocating paranoia, obviously. The social contract, if you can put it that way, of the autocracy is obviously breaking down

and I've been documenting this for a while, but right now we've reached the point where elites are actively sabotaging the sovereign. Listen to Tavari Shachcha, another deeply entrenched voice in the Z-Sphere, spelling out the end game to this digital mirage, right? Quote, Putin is being turned into a clown. He trusts only his entourage and his entourage is actively setting him up. Most likely they have already prepared the snuff box and are just waiting for reason. The snuff box is a beautiful, dark, historical callback. In 1801, Zar Paul I was assassinated in his bed chamber by a cabal of his own, his granted officers. The weapon they used to cave his skull in? A heavy, golden snuff box. These Z-Loggers, you know, are obsessed with their own glorious past, but at least they know a version of their history. But they know how this study ends. Instead of watching the boy out as actively isolated, Zar fleeting Kimé, synthetic diet of AA generated conquests, setting the stage for the inevitable collapse. This is the terminal market, after all. A market place where truth has zero value, where blood is traded for pixels and where the state has traded physical conquests for, have your total reality headset.

But reality has a nasty habit of asserting itself. You can fake a map, fake a port, you can generate all the newro slop your servers can handle, but pretty hard to fake the physical presence of the enemy standing right in front of you. And while the Kremlin was busy celebrating that AA generated conquest of Siyat Korsk, well, a very real, very heavily armed Ukrainian general, decided it was time to forcefully inject some reality back into the Russian nervous system. It was time as he put it to take off the cloud noises, noses. So what does this actually look like on the ground? Well, what a hyper centralised pattern like the author's he tries to plaster a digital hallucination over a physical war zone. How does the physical world respond? Well, that's a study of accumulation. Now let's set the stage here. Siyat Korsk is not just some random coordinate in the map. It sits in the modern Donetsk region, raised on the Sivirsky-Donets River. It's surrounded by these striking chalk mountains and dense pine forests. Before 2022, it was a resort town, a major spiritual centre within the Holy Dormition Siyat Korsk lava, an absolutely massive Orthodox monastery. It's a place of heavy, psychological and cultural weight.

And according to the Russian Ministry of Defense, according to Putin himself, standing at a podium and broadcasting to the world, the city had been gloriously liberated. The Aegeanerators had churned out their victory banners. The state anchors had done their nods of the power, but the physical reality, well, the dirt that even in the concrete, well, they just don't care. Because just days after putting the cladest of the Korsk conquered, video drops on the internet. Wasn't generated by a new neural network in a Moscow basement that was shot on a phone in the bright September daylight right in the centre of town. Standing there is Ukrainian Brigidier General. Well, I'm probably going to butcher the pronunciation of his name for everyone out there, but it's Andrii Blyetsky. He's the commander of the Ukrainian Third Army Corps. Now, put yourself in the shoes of Russian military blogger for a second. I'll be saying this one often. They've spent the last 72 hours celebrating this victory, posting the official press letter that releases convincing yourself that the blood of thousands of your countrymen finally bought something tangible. And then you watch this. Now, the thing is Blyetsky isn't covering in the bunker, isn't whispering in the radio, he's walking down the street.

Doesn't even have a helmet on. He's throwing across the bridge with a famous lava among the steady perfectly framed in the background. Silly and cars are driving past him. He's looking directly into the camera and he's driving at a theoretical stake through the heart of the Russian military illusion. Quote, I want to address the Russian military and military political leadership. Take off your clown noises and multi-colored wigs. Tone like fools of yourselves. This is 60th Mechanized Brigade of the Third Army Corps. We have full control of the city. In fact, this is a rear area. And end quote. Yeah, this is a rear area, he said. There were cars around him. And you just imagine the absolute wayplash of the statement what these guys must have felt. I mean, they know what I'm doing, but even then they queue up some hopes. The city that your president just claimed was the tip of your victorious fears. Hexley and the Mizriya area. This was so outrageous and so crazy. Even the Z vloggers went insane about the fact that the Ukrainians are feeling themselves secure there and not to get blockposts.

The general was taking a casual stroll without body armor to film, but essentially a geopolitical shitpost. The psychological shockwave, obviously, this was biblical. Because again, this wasn't just the embarrassment of being caught in a lie. The hot-coated imperialists, the guys who are actually reading the technical reports and not just swallowing the television, well, they realized something more infinitely more terrifying. They realized that the lie at this point wasn't just for the public and usual propaganda. They realized that the lie is now infected the central nervous system of the Russian armed forces completely. Let's break down the mechanics of the Russian meat assault in 2026. Let's tie this into the whole picture. This is in World War II, after all. They aren't doing massive coordinated combined arms sweeping maneuvers. They're feeding small groups of men, often conjects, or guys who signed a contract to clear a massive payday loan. And to a meat grinder day after day, week after week. And I send them forward to modern cycles in Chinese golf carts on foot. They die. The commander sends in the next wave.

The commander does this because he's absolutely terrified of his superior. The Russian military is a strictly vertical feudal hierarchy after all. A feudal neutral report, a failure upward. A feudal report that, a stalker gets replaced, gets investigated by FSB, or everyone's favorite accidentally falling out of the window. So you always report on these successes. You report that you took the trench, you report that you took the village. Then, at this point, you generate some euro-slop AI images to prove it to the generals in Moscow, who desperately need to show progress to put it. And, you know, to me, I find it interesting since I believe that this is one of the reasons why I put in so vehemently demands the whole Donbas region as, well, his generals have told him that they captured so much more of it. And, well, they hope that by signing a piece deal that takes all the Donbas, all this land that they have conquered and credit, well, might be just written off the notebooks. Because in their situation, this is where the horror truly sets in. The neighboring Russian unit receives those, take the ports, and they're told, hey, you're frying, thank you, secure, advance.

So you know what happens, they do advance. And they march directly into a fortified, fully functioning Ukrainian kill zone without any support whatsoever. And a ton of people die, and, you know, no one keeps caring. But let's keep standing in Svetolikhirsk wasn't just a troll job, it was a mirror held up to the Russian command structure. Reflecting back a system that is literally marching its own troops into the mid-grader based on imaginary maps. It proved that the Kremlin's entire command and control apparatus is flying blind. They're making strategic life and dead decisions based on a fictional universe that they themselves invented to avoid getting yelled at by the boss. Obviously, this is the clown knows Biletsky is talking about. It's the macabre horrifying circus of an empire that has replaced military science with a bureaucratic psychopath. And does that pay the rates now that they're watching this T.V. propaganda to celebrate these phantom victories and they're watching the bodybags come back from those exact same phantom coordinates. The cognitive dissonance is reaching a critical mass. You can feel the structural integrity of the society groaning under the weight of the lies.

When a state decides that the map is more important than the territory and when it uses AI to draw that map, I love this lee where not talking about the men on the ground being soldiers anymore. Let it just date if points to be deleted. Blood sacrifices offered up to the algorithm of Rindjo. But as Biletsky and the Third Army coordinated, you can't gaslight an entire high explosive out there, artillery shale, shell, especially when tied to a drone. You can't leapfake a brigade or mechanize the infantry holding a tree line. And you know, while the Kremlin was busy hypervading the whole world over the digital conquest of the city-chorsk they were desperately trying to cover up something much, much worse happening just to the east. A physical reality is so brutal, so catastrophic that the Russians more effort that they couldn't even invent to lie big enough to hide it. They completed another collapse of the front line that erased a full year of Russian blood in the matter of weeks. If the AI hallucination in the city-chorsk was a psychological symptom of a rotting empire, well then, I think that I can talk to you about right now. The front line that I would Gliman was the blunt force trauma that caused it. Now I want to take a step back finally, look at the map myself.

Not not the digital fairy tale, the Russian general stop, hands of the Kremlin, but the raw unforgiving geography of Eastern Ukraine. Because what happened across the northern Donbass, sailing and isn't just another technical adjustment, it's a historical left hook. To understand the shared magnitude of the Gliman that I share, put yourself in the boots of a Russian infantryman. Yeah, I'll cut down on those, I really after the intro thought I could run those more. For over eight months, the Russian military doctorin along the Kremlin and Gliman axis relied on what Western analysts politely dubbed the creeping offensive. But here in the ground we called what it actually was, I mechanized an infantry fed meat grinder. Post-award three line, by three line, trench by trench. 3-300 meant the season abandoned blown out, cellular and the devastated hamlet. Losing entire companies worth of BMPs and modified Chinese golf carts just to cross an open wheat field that has been perfectly zeroed in by Ukrainian FPV drones. Now let's talk about these golf carts for a second. The Desert Cross, 1,000 and 3. These are armored ATVs meant for farmers and hunters.

The Russian Ministry of Defense bought them by the thousands. And because they lost so much heavy armor in the first three years of the war, they started using these literal golf carts. But frontal assaults across open terrain, driving them straight into fields heavily seated with TM-62 and DITANKMINDs. Well, that's a fun experience. Being ordered to charge a fortified defensive line in the vehicle you'd normally use to haul fertilizer on the collective farm or something. But despite the sheer unfathomable stupidity of those tactics, through a horrific expenditure of human biomass and Soviet-era stockpiles, the Russian army had managed to carve out a protruding salient, pushing toward Gliman by the late spring of 2025. That was supposed to be the staging ground for a grand pincer movement, the wedge that would finally enhance the Ukrainian defensive belt in the Northern Donetsk region and to attend Sloviansk from the north. Every square kilometer of the salient was bought with thousands of severed limbs, incinerated columns and shattered lives. The Russian state television treated every treeline gained like the capture of the Reichstag.

And then, well, now that's all gone. Now, this wasn't held at the massive Western PR campaigns, or even by me, because, you know, it's better to report successes when they have actually happened. I remember the previous large offensive after all. The Ukrainian general stuff operated with coal, disciplined operational silencing, you know, everyone who's an expert in our end of the world, well, we try to help. While the Russian military bloggers were celebrating these, yay, generated conquests that they had invented. Well, meanwhile, in the background they surgically planned counterstrike happened. The Ukrainian shattered the Northern and Southern flags of the Lima and Baloch, slicing through over extended under supplied Russian motor rifle regiments. Before the Russian commanders could even drop their usual fabrications up the chain of command to save face, before they could even generate the new row slop to pretend it wasn't happening, while the entire salient collapsed. The Russian units didn't make an orderly fighting retreat, they broke. They were routed backwards, pushed completely out of their hard, one-forward positions, tumbling back across the blasted dirt until they were hurled all the way behind the Zedabetsriwa.

Think about that for a second, the Zedabetsriwa lines. Those are the exact lines established in May of 2025. May of 2025. Eight months of blood-stealing graves literally erased. Gone. Reduced to zero. And now, you know, that hit the morale because, well, someone had to watch the platoon to get pulverized to take a single defensive readout of the Western Bank of this Zedabetsriwa. And then you find yourself eight months later, crouching in the exact same muddy ditch on the eastern bank, when everything started. All those dead men died for nothing. This war has much more in common with World War I than, you know, people expect. All those buildings of robos and munitions? Up in smoke. Creeping offensive didn't creep anywhere, threatening to a brick wall, shattered its skull and stumbled backwards into the mud. When the panic finally broke through the censorship wall into the Russian military telegram, it sounded less like military analysis and more like a funeral dirge. But, again, one of the biggest and most influential pro-criminal military analysis channels channel with deep undeniable ties to the Russian defense establishment actually invited to speak with Putin sometimes.

Could really no longer sustain the official narrative. Never forced to look at millions of followers in the face and admit the catastrophe. This is the point where Zed channel started panicking in unison, screaming about the complete collapse of the salient and the catastrophic retreat, back to the river. This is where the math of the Russian Empire breaks down entirely. In an eight-month span conducting non-stop meat assaults, burning through armored reserves that raided would make a Soviet martial weep, the Russian Federation gained exactly 0.1% of Ukrainian territory. 0.1%. And even that, my microscopic sliver, was just wiped off the map by a few in a matter of days. What does this actually look like on the ground? It looks like an army because entirely exhausted its offensive potential. It looks like a military apparatus that is utterly incapable of conducting combined arms warfare on a scale larger than a battalion tactical group if that is best. Because the realization that the Russian military is not a conquering force. It's a localized occupational hazard that's slowly bleeding to death in the mud. The demand, the ratio didn't just break the Russian lines, it broke the psychological back of the Zed Patriot movement.

By now, I'm pretty sure of that. The Dark Autumn has come and I'm just here documenting it. The hypernationalists realized that no amount of state television propaganda, no amount of digital window dressing could compensate for the absolute tactical bankruptcy of the general staff. And I haven't been talking about the key event that the things are going to start everything and I feel that, well, this, this could be it potentially. The beginning of the end, so to speak. This is exactly why they have to fake these victories in Shti Kharsk. Because of the Russian public, actually understood what happened that he won. If they truly grasped the scale of the mass human sacrifice for absolutely zero strategic gain. Well, the regime probably wouldn't survive the winter. There's still a good chance it won't survive the winter, but that it would be guaranteed. The Potomacian Abyss is yawning wide open and the Kremlin is desperately trying to fill it with digital lies before the Russian people look down and realize that the bottom's gone. Now, let's, let's do some math. I know, I know nobody tunes into a, this podcast to do, you know, math, but to grasp the scale of Potomacian Abyss in the Russian state, you know, we have to look at the ledger.

Brutal and flea of feeling mathematics of the meat grinder. Because, you know, we need to look at the resources, the fuel, steel explosives and human lives to acquire the very specific product, Tertety. After all, after you burn away everything else, war is ultimately a mathematical equation of logistics and suffering. And the first eight months of 2026, Russian armed forces conducted one of the most resource intensive bloodsoaked offensives in modern military history. They hurled everything they had into the meat grinder day after day, right along the eastern front from forests of Kremlin, the doubt the ruins of Constantinople. They burned through their armored reserves so fast that as we talked about, they literally resorted to charging fortified trenches in Chinese golf carts. The Russian general staff demanded continuous pressure all over through the front line. They demanded a breakthrough to do off-skilled river. They wanted to sever the Ukrainian logistics lines and finally wrap up the Donbas. So, what did it look like again? World War One.

The Battle of the Somme, but fought with FPV drones instead of biplanes. Commander is terrified of being purged or thrown out of window for failure, ordered their men into frontal assaults across zero-dinment fields. When the first way was obliterated by clustered munitions and drones, well they sent in a second, life just got smaller and smaller. They sent mobilized kids from Puriati, they sent men who sent contracts because the state promised to forgive their staggering personal deaths. This better is worth repeating because again, let me just remind you that a lot of these people, well the ideological ones, they died at first. These are the desperate ones, this is essentially the killing of your own people for what? For personal glory? For being a great man and being a history book? Well put in has earned his place in history books, but not in the way that he really thinks. All this biomass poured into the Ukrainian defensive lines that are rate of roughly 1000 casualties per day. For two months we've been seeing over 40 casualties a month.

And that's a large number, you really have to think about that. 40,000 fathers, sons and brothers killed or made every single 30-day cycle. Again, we have to look at the World War One and if you remember the bridge situation when the whole villages were drafted into a single group and Britain, well what's carved of that lead? But this is something similar except for the whole region of Burjatiya specifically and many other places because Moscow has been spared as much as possible. There are dead towns and dead cities all over the place in the Russia right now. Places where no one will ever live again because they're out of all this situation. And well if in Ukraine, if in Ukraine that are being bombed by the enemy then what's the point of it then? In Russia? What's the point? And where does this actually go? See, when you take out the ruler and measure this progress in the map, measure the progress of this horrible prize that was paid for ambitions of an aging dictator.

If you look at this sacrifice of the equivalent of several mid-sized Russian cities in Manpower and MT, you can get out the Soviet-thedred deep-study basis of Insaibiri, dragging out the tanks that were built in the Brezhnev's office, you have hollowing out your economy and everything and then you look at the map. The line in total has moved by distance you could cover in the decent morning jog. This is a level of tactical strategic bankruptcy that almost defies human comprehension. And it gets worse because as we just saw with the remaneration even that 0.1% is a fragile illusion. The moment the Ukrainian Armed Forces decided to do an actual counter-pine-terrussian-lides-club-closed-backward evaporating amounts of these microscopic games that matter for hours. This whole situation, this meaninglessness of everything, is something that Zed Patriots have been talking for a long while. And this is the reality that Kremlin is desperately trying to hide. This is why they need the fake because how to explain this to a mother that it pens, how to explain this to everyone.

This defeat might be the thing that actually pushes someone over. You can't explain anything so you lie, as per usual. You construct an alternate universe where you go out of gloriously marching on Berlin while in the physical world. Well, you're losing an entire battalion to advance, say, 100 meters up a dirt road. And it hits a bit of a more panic from Zed Patriots, just to illustrate this point completely. Commanders are grinding down personnel in the salt without pity. Conducting mobilization in these conditions, you have gone completely fucking crazy. It will simply blow the country up from the inside. End quote. See that? That is the sound of foundation cracking. That is the sound of the alternationally realizing the war is no longer a war, it's a mass human sacrifice ritual designed to delay the inevitable collapse of the regime. The Russian state has trapped itself in a loop of terminal Vrindyan, and I have been talking about this previously. They have to keep lying to cover up the previous lies, and they have to keep attacking to justify the previous casualties.

But the math doesn't lie, and it says that the Russian Empire is lying from. When the physical math of the war breaks down completely, when you are trading tens of thousands of lives for this only losing dollar a weekend, all the human mind has to find a way to cope. You can't broadcast the truth. The truth gets you arrested after all. But you also just cannot ignore this whole fact entirely. So it happens to the propaganda this time. Let's take a look at them. What happens to the people whose entire job, whose entire existence is predicated on the single thing? Selling the myth of rational invincibility to the masses every single night on prepdellation. Well, they snap. Yeah, their mind simply starts snapping. We're watching this real-time folks. Let's look at the Vladimir Solov-Jov. He, you know, as you might have heard of him, quite a popular guy, is a high priest of the Kremlin's media parades. The guy who stands in the sleak, high-per-modern studio in Russia, in Russia, wearing his dark pseudo-military maw jacket, spacing back and forth like a caged animal, licked the acceptable boundaries of Russian imperial thought.

For years his job was to project strength to sneer at the decadent west into promise that Kiev would fall in three days. But watch what happens to a man like that when the conventional army goes backwards. Watch what happens when the Luzimansalian collapses. He didn't pivot to a defensive narrative. He didn't urge calm. He detached from reality and went full apocalyptic. Even he started screaming for glorious nuclear fire. And I mean, real nuclear fire that are all on the change to the genocidal hysteria broadcasts, straight into the living rooms of a bushing omniskin, falconry workers and chalabins. So Lvav just stood there in front of his cameras, his face flushed. Spidle practically flying from his mouth and demanded the absolute radioactive eradication of western Ukraine. Quote, why are we playing these games? Why are we fighting a conventional war against the terrorist state? We should use tactical nuclear weapons. We should wipe, wipe, relieve over the face of the earth. Turn it into radioactive crater. If they want to push us, let them see what Russian power actually is. And that's the thing. This is where you really have to pay attention to this. Because you might sound weird and know about all this propaganda machine, but think about the normal Russian citizen for a second.

New turn on, new turn on the evening news to see how the special military operation is going. Head of the most prominent state broadcaster in the country is having a screaming on air nervous breakdown begging the military to nuke a city of 700,000 people just out of pure rage. This isn't a strategy. This is psychological code. Primetime fascism televised all over the country. I mean, when you call for a literal nuclear holocaust on primetime TV, well then I feel that's a bit much, isn't it? And that's the final argument against those who would state that, you know, oh no, nothing is so simple. Yeah, I mean, it's quite hard to be on the good side if you're on the side of people who have now literally called for a massive nuclear eradication. Well, people whom they, if you remember correctly, pre war called their brothers and same people and all that whatnot. This call thing is a geopolitical equivalent of a child flipping over the chess board because he's losing the game.

When your tanks are getting vaporized by drones and your elite airborne units are grounded to meat-based, trying to take a single tree line, you're kind of really brag. The only thing they have left to cling to, the only thing that keeps the illusion of super power status alive in their running brain, which needs to be reminded to the common surf says the Rachev, the Roluzer religious experience is the nuclear button. But the hard part there is that Soloviyov isn't just speaking for himself. He's the idea of the dying empire, the IED. He's vocalizing the suppressed subconscious terror of the entire Russian elite. They know they're losing the war. By this point, definitely. They know that the demographics are collapsing, the economy is burning and the militaries are hollowed out shell. When you look at that progression, you realize that Soloviyov's meltdown isn't anomaly. Is the playbook, the hysteria, is the point. Kremlin needs the population terrified, angry and completely detached from the physical reality of the front lines. Because the population isn't whipped into an apocalyptic frenzy, they might start asking questions about the 0.1% of territory again. They might start asking whether hospitals in Jakut, the account by their doctors, but the state can't afford to burn 124 billion dollars in six months to capture pile of rubble and donbass.

Soloviyov screams. He's screams about Nukingsviv. He's screams about Marching on Berlin. He's screams about London burning a nuclear fire. He generates an awful historical neuro-slopped defender Russian public with the sounds of their own sounds dying in the mud. That is truly and without, you know, I tend to use this a lot, but the terminal stage of a society that has decided that apathy is better than anything else. A society that really doesn't care so much and is so apathetic that they would rather incinerate the world that admitted made a mistake. I've always sort of claimed that the whole issue with this religious aspect of Russian Federation is the fact that, well, stems from inability to admit mistakes because that's seen as Zapato-Loh in Panyachi, a term is the most humiliating thing ever. Meanwhile, I'm packing a Nadevelo pouch. Nakedin pouches really help me quit smoking, and I know they're not good. But they're better than cigarettes anyways. And I have to say, as that accord is I have to admit, the den Carling got lucky in the horror history.

You see, in the history you can just wait a bit until the events are complete until you know what happened and who did what and then you can make smart decisions afterwards. I don't have such a luxury. In fact, I had to really cut off a whole segment because things just kept moving so fast that this episode is so deep, so to speak. See, before we applaud you to the act two and look at the logistical decay of the Russian interior, we need to take a step back and look at the sheer terrifying geography of what's happening right now. Because the physical war just managed to mutate. It's not just on the Jereba Trevon anymore. If you read Western corporate press and I highly recommend you do not. You get this sanitized, fundamentally broken narrative. You can outlet's like CNN, publishing these periclatching articles this week, ringing their hands, saying, oh, the Ukrainian army is under defensive. Russia's advancing. It's a spectacular display of geopolitical blindness.

They look at a microscopic Russian advance that cost 40,000 casualties a day. I miss the fact that the entire Russian cardiovascular system is currently on fire. Michael Naki, one of the few analysts out there right now, who actually understands the mechanics of the war, just laid out the absolute scale of the Ukrainian deep strike campaign and it's historically unprecedented. We are not just talking about borders, karmicians and Belgrade anymore. We're talking about swarms of Ukrainian kamikaze drones, the smanpling. The smanpling. It was a Russian hydrocarbon empire. In the last few days they hit such a, they hit Moscow, in Dagestan, parallelizing the only deep water port Russia has on the Kaspian Sea. They hit the Novorossiq fuel terminals. But that isn't a punchline. The punchline is novi-urangoi. Now, again, put yourself in the shoes of a Russian official in the Ural Federal District. During the Arctic, you're 2,800 kilometers away from the Ukrainian border. That is nearly 3,000 kilometers of Russian airspace, bristling with supposedly the greatest air defense systems on the planet.

And the Adlı Ukrainian propeller driven drone flies straight through it and detonates inside a massive gas-conensive plant. 2,800 kilometers. Maybe even more, sometimes because I double checked and showed different results. The Ukrainians are proving that there is absolutely nowhere left for the Russian elite to hide that economic engine. And how does the Second Army of the world respond to their energy-grade beings, systematically vaporized? While they bomb the tobacco factory. I'm not making this up. They send their multi-million dollar cruise missiles to get a tobacco factory in Priyuky, in the Chernyihev region. The hardcore Z-patriot are of course watching this and their minds are, well, snapping. Now, let's listen to Maxim Kalashikov, someone whom I really enjoy quoting here. He runs Roy TV, of course he's a firm and imperialist and he's looking at the criminal's response to Ukrainian drones warms and he realizes that the people running the empire are fundamentally incompetent. Quote. What kind of retaliatory strike is this? Did we hear the decision-making centers?

Sentry, prinyac, yarashen, that's his average song. The rational bank? Oh no, we hear the tobacco factory. The enemy is knocking out your oil refining. Before the reward, we rear-fired 5.5 million barrels a day. Now it's under 3.8 million and the problem is growing. See, Kalashikov knows the truth. He looks directly into the camera and he delivers a chilling warning straight to the rational elite, to the oligarchs and the generals who think they can somehow survive the disaster. He tells them that they're only getting a deal of life, that only protection is that a great form of rational federation. Quote. Without this power you are naked. You will become prey. You are dangerous witnesses, you know too much and you have billions in property. All of this will be taken away when you lose power. And Quote. This is the terror of the Chorna is on. The elites know they're trapped in the burning room, but they just lag the basic intellectual and normal-capacity to put out the fire. Kalashikov makes a comparison that should halt the general style. He points out that the Russian military in 2026 is functionally worse than the armies of the Second World War. He looks at the history he cited the Allied transport operations before Normandy in 1944, where the British and the Americans systematically bombed French railway nodes to isolate the battlefield.

And he asks, why can't we do that? We have 900 strike aircraft, why can't we concentrate 500 of them, suppress their defenses and isolate Slaviansky and Kramatorsk from the air? Then he answers his own question because this is not a conspiracy. It's not a secret doctrine until it's pure, unadulterated institutional marasmas. Quote. The quality of management in the Russian Federation, the quality of the ruling elite and its abilities have fallen below what we had in the Second World War. Halfarior intellect, culture of management and organizational abilities have fallen. It is terrifying. The Russian army cannot conduct a 40-style air campaign because the system is so corrupted by Vranjo, so terrified of initiative that they're intellectually paralyzed. This is one of the mainstream media completely misses. CNN looks at the map and sees a Russian trench moving to 400 meters. They don't see that back in Jakatrenburg, the water and infrastructure is so degraded from budget cuts that the government just legally permitted yellow contaminated top water until the year 2032.

They don't see that returning Russian veterans are literally counting off the fingers of their dead comrades to steal their combat pay from their banking apps. But the state is literally generating a soldier's fake victories from the mainstream media, sanitizing his societies, dissent into madness because they don't understand the culture of Pagnacia. Well, that's the moment when I cut the lion and say you can't rely on corporate paracelases. Hopefully I can give you independent gods analysis and I hope that you enjoy the ugly caffeine and beer fuel through the broadcast directly from the budget empire. And well, in a way I have to say this is why the show is evolving. Starting from November we are shifting the Patreon to this monthly thing because Apple apparently sued Patreon and now my old, old prepsi-system it has to go. Originally I made it because I watched other creators and back then it was a trend that what if I don't make episodes for a couple of months and then you give me your money for not doing anything.

It was a different time period back then it's more than a decade ago, now it's a bit strange. However, previously if I would have made the switch I think it would have kicked you all out. Now the company promises me that it'll just average out what you donate to me per month and just switch that to your monthly amount. You can still set up limits and maximums in whatever and you can also just go to fourth wall and do the per month membership there that also works. I'm just really afraid that I'm at least quite a lot of you, their Patreon supporters. Here's honestly speaking you are my livelihood, you've been a lot of help, I wouldn't be here without you and you've been very supportive. And well this is why I try to make something for you because this is the point where I'd rather make a longer episode and just ask you, you know, if you haven't been a Patreon supporter but could afford it please try. And well if you are one, you know, please if you have any questions let me know because every time something like this changes I'm just really afraid that my income will be gone and all that I won't be able to make episodes.

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And yeah, I face, the moderation, all this stuff. That's the symptom. And act two, I'm going to try to look under the hood of the machine itself. I'm going to examine the logistical decay of the empire, the collapse of the Russian consumer, the terrifying reality of the state that is well again as we say often here, cannibalizing its own interior just to keep the furnace burning. See, I'm sitting here in the studio and piled by the way popping another little pouch and my balls quiet comfort headphones just died completely. I've switched the backups which is why I can't like in no longer hear myself talking to you, which is really really bad. Sadly I can't afford to new bear right now and they're not sold in Latvia. But if you're from balls that then please let me know because getting getting a pair would be extremely valuable for my work. They survived a lot. But yeah, that completely. However, right now I'm standing in the financial spreadsheets leaking out of the Russian Federation and I feel like I'm reading an autopsy report of a civilization. See, when a conventional war transforms into a static additional meat grinder, the economy ceases to be a system of trade and civil and services.

It's a modification to this furnace that they keep burning. I want you to think about the sheer scale of the numbers we're dealing with here. In just the first six months of 2026, the Russian government burned through 10.7 trillion rubles on the defense and security sector. Now, again, just because of the stuff that he's by the exchange rate right now, the exchange rate is sitting at a grim 85.7 rubles to the dollar. That's 124.7 billion rubles gone and half a year. Break it down further. That means the Kremlin is feeding $29 million into the furnace every single hour. $29 million just gone. Can you just imagine? You know, setting in ministry of finance in Moscow every time the clock takes over another 60 minutes, another $29 million has to vanish into the bis. To pay for the utility shelves by Iranian throne components and most importantly, to pay the staggering, high-preinflated salaries of the contract soldiers.

They're desperately trying to learn through the trenches. And where does the money come from? It doesn't come from a broomely bank that takes sector. It doesn't come from a foreign investment because the country is a global pariah. It comes from the flesh and bone of the Russian civilian populace. It comes from a nationwide suicide pact. To fund this epileptic burn rate, the Kremlin handed down the mandate to the regions, find the money, or find an open window. So, let's take a look at how that looks like. And it looks like the systemic dismantling of a modern society. In 2026, 19 separate Russian regions radically slashed their social spending. I didn't just trim the fat they emptied the limbs. Take the log, though. A region north-east of Moscow. The local government there looked at their budget, looked at the demands for the Ministry of Defense, and decided to cut healthcare spending by 39%. Not 3.39. Now, I want you to really visualize what a 39% in healthcare looks like in a freezing economically depressed Russian province.

It means rural clinics simply turning off the lights and locking the doors. It means a state looking at a pensioner with an aggressive oncology, and deciding that her hospital bed, her chemotherapy, and her life are, well, worth less than a single mortar to them. They're literally pulling the IV drips out of the arms of their own citizens to buy artillery shells. It's not just a blog, though. In Siberia, the regions' eirikutsk and Kimerovo got their social spending by over 30%. Safety net was intentionally unraveled in the sulfur's craft. Then you look at Yakutia, the Sahara public. One of the harshest, coldest, most unforgiving environments on planet Earth. A place where the community survived all dictates that you take care of the people, educating them in their generation. The regional government there officially cancelled all features, sell-it-y raises. Just completely. Because, you know, the state just tells you that now we can't index our salaries anymore. The Russian economy in 2026 is no longer designed to even sustain human life. It's designed solely to subsidize mass death.

This is the grim, uncompromising reality of all this going on here. That isn't our grand geopolitical strategy here anymore. There's only a desperate, fetal autocracy eating the seed core of its own nation, hoping that the furnace stays high enough. They're converting schools into trenches and hospitals and graveyards. And this went about seeing when the state decides that civilian population is nothing more than biological fuel for the war machine. The wrath obviously does not stop at the regional budget level. It leads directly to the supermarkets. The food supply, the very bodies of the people who are left behind. So, let's look at how this actually exists in the ground. It looks like a retail chain called Cheezik, mind you. If you aren't tracking the Russian retail sector, and why would you be unless you have a natural caffeine tolerance and a mesochistic streak like me? Cheezik, oh yeah, this comes from the Sami Sahar, guy, the same food blogger that we watch and analyze because he sometimes reveals very interesting unintentional information.

So, Cheezik is what the industry calls another hard discounter. It's operated by the X5 retail group, and it's spreading across the Russian Federation like a highly aggressive fungus. They're opening thousands of these bleak, bare-bought depots from Moscow all the way to Siberia. And you know, again, have to remind you about the average working-class ration just for a second. Well, they live in a crumbling Soviet-Tetaconc free block in a provincial city, reaching just a healthcare by 39%. Price of basic utilities is skyrocketing, the repurchasing power has been completely vaporized by the inflation, and the sanctions are regime, and you just can't afford traditional supermarket anymore. So you go to Cheezik, and their main competitor, what was that? Sveta 4? Yeah. You walk in, and obviously doesn't look like a grocery store. Looks like a Soviet supply bunker that received a fresh coat of cheap yellow paint. Barely in the shelves, products had just ripped open on wooden shipping pallets. Something to cost co, but cost co would be like three grades higher than this on the food chain.

Start-up rates are only two or three exhausted employees, but it's cheap. Then if I can question this and how the store is operating, then if I can question this, what are you actually buying? Because you know, you could buy really good stuff in Costco, and one of my biggest complaints that I really wanted to do in the States when I was dead in... Well, my main trips is the fact that I haven't had a Costco hot dog. I know it's just a hot dog, but you know, for the cultural value, or really. But you see, about the Russian food quality here. Because the Russian economy is cannibalized for the war effort, the food producers are of course forced to adapt. Hey, obviously, contrary to prices to match inflation, because the population literally cannot pay. So we're looking at the culinary alchemy. There's three-pevity single trace of actual nutritional value out of the food, and replaces it with industrial waste. And well, we made an episode with Emit about this. You can go watch it if you want this in full, but here's the short version. I think I want to talk about the fake diary.

Sorry. Long episode, hard to talk. Of course, I'm a Janna. Watch out the pronunciation of this bureaucratic one. Thrasity may be a bit bad, but listen to the latest data from Rospatrivna Zor. Oh, nailed it. The Russian consumer protection agency. Even they can't hide their ought anymore. Almost 18% of the 80 product samples tested were found to be adulterated. The 80 products are most often adulterated by adding vegetable oils, beef, tello, starch, soy, and powdered milk. End quote. 80% and that's the official Darwin statistic. Which means that, you know, it's actually much worse. Nothing is what it really seems. It's all just palm oil. And not even the good food red stuff. We're talking about highly defined artility, ah, artility. Yeah, nice Freudian slip, long recordings, art-fetti clogging palm oil substitutes. And the beautiful dark irony is that even the palm oil is now becoming too expensive. Because of Ukrainian drone strikes. Well, and supply chain descriptions of black sea and everything,

the wholesale price of palm oil based raw materials just spiked by roughly 50%. Hitting over 200 rubles of kilogram. So now, now the Russian food industry has to find something even cheaper that imported palm oil and talking about technical palm oil to feed people. You go to the frozen section looking for some protein. Well, you buy cheap frozen fish blocks. You take them home, fry them up, realize they're packed with crushed bone fragments. Because the industrial process so does art, even bothering to properly fill it the catch anymore. Then it's just grinding up the aquatic ray fuse, pressing it into squares, and selling it to the despotitander class. This is the Cheezek dystopia. This is literally the physical degradation of the Russian consumer into pure biomass. And that's a macro metaphor I want you to hold on to. Biomass. Because that's exactly how the criminal uses its own population. Well, you can also use the term surf if you like, but biomass, I think, at this point is even more accurate. The autocracy does not see citizens as human beings within current rights, who require actual nutrition and decent standard living.

The state sees them as biological engines, and states only responsibilities to pump the cheapest, most degraded sludge into those engines, just keep them idling long enough until they're drafted. Tend to the Russian Kalashnikov and sent to Dynah Trench on the Jerepetre. Why would a zad care if you were eating palm oil cheese and starch filled milk? Why would he care if you're choking down on bone-filled fish? If you're fuel anyways, a surf, halop. And in the terminal market, fuel doesn't get the goods, cuts of meat. So why should these people shopling through the aisles of these hard disc counters, buying them synthetic butter and their beef, that low milk, and you realize that the war isn't just happening on the Donbass? The war is happening inside their own bodies, the state is hollowing them out from the inside. But, uh, well, the urban consumer, urban's consumer still is getting something. The city driver is choking down fake daddy and Moscow, and you mean, well, they're not the ultimate victims of the economic suicide back. Let's look out past the city limits, because as horrifying as the cheesy dystopia is,

the people who are actually trying to grow the real food of the Russian Federation are facing an apocalypse off their own. And, uh, we'll swap another reloat pouch. It's 2 AM here in Laudgale, and looking at the dark line toward the border, oh boy, you really start to think about the historical way to Russian geography. See, if you read Russian history, and I mean, really read it, listen to the show works as well, like, the earlier episodes, early years, so to speak, and we'll get back to that. I keep that in mind, and I would tend to do this. But, between now, that, uh, the eternal shock absorber for every catastrophic blunder made by the Kremlin, has always been the peasant. The Russian rural class is the bedrock upon which the empire builds its follies. When the Tsar needs an army, he conscripts the peasant. When the Tsar needs to industrialize, he starts off as the peasant. And when the Tsar decides to fight an unwindable nutritional war into 21st century, and he, well, he breaks the peasant's back all over again.

Again, we just talked about the Tsisik dystopia in the cities, the automatized choking down Palmoil and all this stuff. But the farmer is actually trying to pull sustenance, uh, yeah. While their facing is almost medieval in the brutality, let's talk about the great. The absolute lifeblood of any agricultural sector. Throughout this war, Russian Federation, you know, I like to brag about this harvest economically. They weaponized food. They threatened the global south of Pemin. But in the late summer of 2026, the Ukrainian Armed Forces all decided to violently re-arrange the economic chessboard. The Ukrainian seed lockheads and deep drum strikes parallelize the key as of black-sea export terminals, and the ships stop moving. And, uh, on the ground, it actually means that 70 tons of, 70 million tons of grain are physically trapped inside the Russian Federation. Mountains of it. Millions and millions of tons of wheat, barley and rye. Just sitting in elevators riding in silos with nowhere to go. And when supplies cryrockets and demand evaporates,

well, the math is utterly unforgiving. And the regions like Rostov, which produces a massive chunk of the country's harvest, the price of wheat didn't just drop. It entered the terminal freefall. It crashed the five rubles of kilogram. That's such a funny amount that basically the exchange rate stays the same. It's about five euro cents, or five US cents. It's close enough. It's basically nothing. Five cents per kilo. Can you just imagine? This is just, uh, the hardest part. I don't know how much that stuff would cost anywhere else, but six US cents per kilogram of wheat, five, six. Well, that's insane. You're effectively losing money by harvesting it. It costs more to put the grain in the truck than it does to sell it. The state has drafted some farmers in a financial death spiral. And, uh, well, of course, Kremens response was silence. They have no logistics network or even plants to save them, because they only care about, uh, their tanks and their utility shelves. And we have to return to the big meat conspiracy

from the previous episodes we talked about because, well, livestock farmers out of, out of inseries, if Siberia are, uh, suffering at it again. Let me remind you that over the past, uh, past, uh, past, uh, few months out in the Irkutsk region, a localized epidemics started ripping through the cattle herds. The authorities called it nodular dermatitis, Wampi skin disease. Other experts suspect it's put a now-vezize or postleralosis. Honestly, the system built entirely on Vranjo, the exact biological classification almost doesn't matter. What matters is how they reacted. Obviously, in a functioning country, you would step in with quarantine, vaccination programs, veteran support, all this stuff. Well, in the journal, I zone of the black zone, the state simply sends in squads with, kurar like poison, and cans of gasoline. They declared states of emergency these rural municipalities, and ordered the mass confiscation and culling of thousands of animals. Officials rolled into villages like Butirki and Kotli and started teasing cattle sheep and pigs directly from the small holders.

And they didn't just euthanize them cleanly, according to local vetteninwisselblowers, they injected the animals with a paralyzing agent that suffocates them, and then they threw them into massive trench fires, often while the animals were still alive. Still alive. Now, remember that the avi-tel has told to tell you many times about the importance of cow, cow of these people, right? The sheer psychological trauma of this is insane. You're a Siberian illogical, you're an entire livelihood, you're only hedge against the collapsing rural bull well your cows, your small herd. And the state rolls up, ceases your property without a confirmed diagnosis, penalizes them and sends them on fire. Hit a pit, and you're on backyard. Oh, and the state offered them to return something. Oh, they offer a compensation of absolute bones-crap prices. They waited out the value of destroyed cow at about 224 rubles per kilogram of meat. Again, that's about, you know, two and a half dollars, basically two euros. It's a fraction of what it costs to actually replace a dairy cow,

let alone the loss of future income. Farmers are basically dead, ruined over nine. Oh, and when the villagers try to protest, when they call down home meetings, they actually beg the authorities for stopping off mass cremations, what did the state do? Ha, they called them traffic police and riots, squads, intimidated locals. And one village, one village of women, literally attempted suicide in product because her entire existence has just been incinerated by the state. This is the peasants burden in 2026. As you can imagine, that any notion of social contract in Russia even exists, then, is, well, just gone. Let me remind you that in Russia, you're just biomass, and biomass does not negotiate. It doesn't get to. But, again, this is just a foundation. Because the true lander's town is going on. We have to look at the fuel lines, the arteries of the empire. Let's take a mother hit of caffeine and look at the map. The infrastructural map of the Russian Federation this time. So, you know, this is how you kill a beast

as massive as lumbering as a Russian state. Don't shoot it into extremities. You do that, I think, dead space was the game. But you go for the quantity of ass killer system. Because, you know, what is Russia, is really its core. It's not a modern diversified economy. It's a glorified nuclear armed gas station who's running out of gas, while with a continent's spanning permafrost. Everything, the entire basis rests on the uninterrupted flow of hydrocarbons. But in 2026, as we all know, the Ukrainians ordered to fuel units to be cut. And, wealth that ended with swarms of kamikaze drones. Let's just look at the sheer scale of the bombardment. We're talking about an unprecedented systemic dismantling of the Russian energy grid. It's just a matter of months Ukrainian forces executed no less than 70 deep strikes against Russian oil or fire-reasons-large depots. 70 deep strikes. We aren't talking about border skirmishes. We're talking about explosive payloads that are 1900 sometimes thousands of kilometers deep

into the Russian interior. And what does it actually look on the ground? It looks like the complete paralysis of the Russian aviation sector. Every time, as Ukrainian drones were launches, the Russian air defense grid banks. The authorities are forced to scramble, shutting down civilian airspace to avoid a catastrophic friendly flight incident. Hoi-rai drone impacting the impact in the passenger jet. Over the course of this campaign, we have seen over 1000 temporary aircraft closures across the Federation. And the paranoia is just spreading eastward. This day is the goad early September 2026, the authorities of the Han-Timan-Sisky Autonomous Autorich, the Hamal. The absolute heartland of the Russian oil production in Western Siberia. While they were forced to declare a drone threat, they shut down airports in Surgut, Yagan and Ura. They literally had to send school children home and remote learning because they were terrified of a Ukrainian strike hitting a Siberian oil town. That is the sign that the physical war has arrived on their doorstep. And the economic shockwave, as you can see, is... ...horren... Because when you knock out 70 refineries and fuel depots,

well, approximately less because some got hit twice, some of them hit the thrice, well, that hurts. And that hurts insanely. The field that actually manages to get refined has immediately seized by the Ministry of Defense to feed the 124 billion dollar furnace we talk about module 7, and that's not including regional badminton. They need to run their T90 tanks in those cute little absurd Chinese golf carts. Right now, across the Russian Federation, we're seeing the return of the kilometer-long queues for gasoline. It's like watching a grim sea pee atone flashback of the dying days of the Soviet Union in 1990. People are sleeping in their cars. They're hunting for fuel like a liquid gold. The veteran journalist and cynical godfather of Russian opposition comment that he, named my personal mentor, Alex and the Nivzorov, made a brilliant devastating prediction about this exact scenario. He jokes that finding a half-canister of gas-solid in Russia is going to become an astronomical event. He calls it the Haley's comment of the Russian economy.

Something the average citizen will only get to witness one set of lifetime, and only then if they're incredibly lucky. But here's where the study shifts from, you know, geopolitical logistics failure into a certified sociological nightmare. Monica, what a critical resource. Like fuel disappears in the standard society, the other interactions that prices just leadership gets voted out. However, in the Charlemagne zone, we're back to the new medieval case system. Yeah, they're weaponizing the shortage of the shortage to build what I call the fuel upper-side. Because of these massive agonizing lines of the best-per-savilean snake around the block, the state didn't decide it to intervene. Did they fix the refineries? Nope. The increase of production? Of course not. Instead, a Duma deputy, a couple named Kaplan Panjez, proposed a law to grant the returning participants of the special mode of reparation, the guys you would normally call Orcs. I call them Zadvides. The legal right to jump the queue at any gas station in the country. Yes, if you flash a combat veteran ID of the special mode of reparation

or a certificate providing a proof that you fought in Ukraine, the station attendant is legally obligated to serve you first, completely bypassing the civilians. I already know how the whole nation of the United Kingdom is just shattering this in shock about, you know, someone legally being allowed to jump queues. And, you know, what happens if the attendant refuses? What if the civilians complain? Oh, the veteran can now report them directly to the state prosecutor. Yeah, I'll allow you to let that the sheer, so the sociopathic brilliance of that legislation sink in. I really need a super beer and some water right now. I promise to dark autom. I give you dark autom. This is how it operates. This is how it begins. The state has funcally run out of money to pay these men. They call it off-the-matic with healthcare. They can't think of them back into a functioning society. So instead, the criminals paying them in the status. In a very twisted status that is.

That elevating that returning soldiers into a violently privileged overclass. Technically, while this has gotten to the right still. But they are still telling a mobilized colony from a penal colony who survived the meat-drieder in the Zedabits River, that he's not minor feudal lord. He gets to walk past the freezing exhausted mother who has been waiting in Kerala for six hours, show his idea in the cashier's face and take the last remaining drop of gasoline in the tank. This isn't the policy. This is again, well, if social contract exists to there then while it no longer does. The criminal is actively cultivating resentment and hierarchy. The head is setting the patriots against the biomass. And if you went to your crane and burned cities to the ground. And well, fall from the fascist empire. You're the first class citizen. You get the fuel. You get the power. But if you stay at home trying to run a business trying to raise a family. Well, then you're a surf. Out in the cold. And if you're there to complain about the big Url-Khai cutting the line. You get arrested by the prosecutor. I mean, this is really how an empire dies from the inside. Not just through the destruction of its infrastructure,

but through the intentional malicious degradation of its own people. It produces civil war naturally. Again, what was the saying? Big empires crumble very slowly, then all at once? Well, all at once is about to begin pretty soon. Maybe not, you know, not the way most people expect. But I feel like, like it's really there. The true irony of all this logistical collapse, the ultimate punchline to this modern Russian joke. See, while the state is busy turning its citizens into feudal serfs over a tank of gas, the military itself is completely paralyzed by its own bureaucracy. The war machine isn't just failing because of Ukrainian drones. It's failing because the Russian generals are now longer physically capable of functioning in the modern world. Which brings us to the comedian's war. Yeah, I'm throwing in another Velo pouch. This is a long one. Fuel and cut, Parmer's bankrupt. Then we look at the brain of the machine. And the bureaucracy.

What does you see in the 21st century as a, well, I presume that your intelligent listeners, you know that it's just not fought with mere explosives and the harm or... They're fought with organizational geometry, fought with reaction time, the all-the-loop, observed audio and direct act. At least that was the thing a couple of years ago when I lost, checked it. See, if you were an alien looking down this conflict, they were using alien memes again. That's one for the drinkin game. Trying to summarize the shared operational absurdity of it all, you're going to reduce the entire geopolitical struggle to a clash between two very specific, so-it acronyms. This is the war of the KGB. This is the KVN. Now let me explain that because this is the ultimate macro metaphor for this entire catastrophe. We all know the KGB. Nice man, happy folks, silent, cool, comity for state security. That, uh, currently would represent the rigid vertical top-down hierarchy of the Russian state. That's a system built on total paranoia,

absolute centralized control, and the complete suppression of individual initiative. In the KGB system, you do not sneeze unless you have formed a D-stamped and triplicate by a regional director in Moscow. You never innovate because innovation is deviation and deviation gets you well, uh, the event is traded. Now, we can't tell you the KVN. Uh, that means club Vysiolik in Hodzhiv. The club of the Funning and Inventive. That's a legendary long-running committee competition format, where, by the way, Vladimir Zelensky and his inner circle come their teeth. What is KVN at their core? Well, let's start up. It's a highly improvisational, flat, horizontal, and decentralized thing. That's basically a real world that's, uh, comedy show, but for our purposes, it's that. It requires rapid adaptation to a live audience. You read the script, situation, changes, tears, cribbed up, and you improvise in the flat. When the war started, Russian elites mocked the Ukrainians for being led by a comedian. They, uh, thought it was a joke. But what they failed to realize is that in the name of drone swarms, they were fed in hyper-rapid technological revolution,

the KVN mindset is a, uh, lethal joke, uh, hot joke or references. It's a, a voluptuous advantage. Comedians know how to adapt. Spies only know how to file a paper work, which is most of what they actually do. And what does that actually look like on the ground? Well, then it looks like the Panzer S1 catastrophy. Now again, again, Panzer is a massive multi-multi-multi-multi-million dollar piece of military hardware. It is supposedly the crown jewel of Russian short-range anti-air defense. Designed to protect high-value targets from cruise missiles in the aircraft. But the problem is they're not fighting cruise missiles. They're fighting 20-year-old Ukrainian IT guys, flying $300 PV drones strapped with PG-7V anti-attack warheads. Oh yeah, these drones are actually hunting you specifically. They're dropping out of the sky and turning, you know, $15 million dollar vehicle into a burning coffin. The solution to this on the ground was quite obvious from the day one.

This is how this war got its matte-max vibes. The front-line troops knew exactly what to do. Well, the metal cage, a mongol, which is a, you know, local term for a grill here in the post-Soviet sphere. Around the vehicle to detonate the drone before it hits the armor. That costs maybe $200 bucks in this craft steel. Take blowtorch, well, the cage, send the system to the crew. Well, at least somewhat. But you can't, obviously. Guys, you know, you're in the Russian military and you have KGB rules. Puncts it is state property. Highly classified, highly regulated, you're not legally permitted to modify it without authorization for the Ministry of Defense. So, you know, what requires the sent-up of the chain. Front-line commander drafts a document begging for the authorization to weld metal screens onto the punts. The document then goes to a major. The major is certified of making a decision, so he sends it to a kernel. A kernel sends it to a general in Moscow. The general is busy falsifying maps of what the heat will be put in, so he forwards it to a procurement committee. The procurement committee has studied the aerodynamic impact of a metal knife on the vehicle's turning radius.

Do you know how long it took the Russian military industrial bureaucracy? All of the big conflicts together, their massive machinery that supposedly works, right? To officially approve the installation of any of these protective screens on the punts' air systems. Basically, just, you know, welding some scrap on it. Three fucking years. Just sit for a second. For 36 consecutive months, while the sky's overdone, must work swarming with the creating and coming cosy drums. Russian soldiers were legally forbidden for protecting themselves. For three years, crews were being incinerated, alive, inside their vehicles, because, well, of bureaucratic headers. This is not a logistical failure. This is institutional sociopathy. The state values the pristine and modified aesthetic of its parade ground hardware, more than it values the flesh and bone of the men. And when the Ministry of Defense finally agonizingly did authorize protective measures, they didn't even understand the physics of the war they were fighting. Listen to Andrei Filato. He's the prominent hot-core Zen Lager and War correspondent that has been quoted here often.

He's out there in the mud. Watching the Russian military disintegrate in real time, and his mind is simply snapping under the weight of the stupidity. He wrote a blistering critique of the bureaucratic rock. And he wrote a picture of the Soviet Union, and he realized that the generals aren't just slow, but they're fundamentally, fundamentally divorced from physical reality. And this is the direct quote from Zen Patriots themselves. Quote. The charismatic reign of the army couldn't digest that glider made of shenan sticks, then the Rophieco principle could fly at us. They assured the decision-makers the chain link nets will save us. When a 200 kilogram warhead flies in, a week net of two meters from a fuel tank is nothing. I think it's a very good idea to say that the warhead's not only a warhead, but there is nothing. I sincerely do not understand. And the end quote. The charismatic brain of the army. That is the most perfect surgical description of the Russian General Staff in 2026. I've ever heard. Mirasmus. Savier malnutrition and decay.

The intellectual and structural decay of an empire that is completely incapable of processing the realities of the modern battlefield, then well, as we clearly see, not only just that. Filotto is screaming into the void because, yeah, he too sees this through. It's quite obvious if you're, you know, no more to watch. The Ukrainians are innovating on a weekly cycle. They're iterating new drones, frequencies, new explosive payloads, and new attack vectors every single month. And the Russian military takes three years to approve a chain link fence that doesn't even work against the new generation of heavy Ukrainians tried drones anyway. By the time the KGB bureaucracy approves the counter-measure for a 2024 threat, the KGB and startups already hitting them when the 2026 weapon. Yeah, you cannot win a war of attrition with your institutional reaction time, it's slower than the speed of falling FPV drone, and I know a thing or two about the FPV drone. Soldiers on the ground know this. They know they're being sacrificed to a bureaucratic idol. They know that every time they die because they were lacking a basic piece of equipment, it wasn't because of a actual supply shortage, it was because someone in Moscow was too terrified of the Zart authorised a fucking signature.

And if you think the punts hit occasionally lays the peak of this madness, why don't you understand what's happening inside the Russian drone factories? Because the comedian's war isn't just killing frontline soldiers. The KGB mindset is actively turning Russian military industrial complex into a sprawling Kafka's gulag where the state literally arrested its own engineers for trying to win the war. If you think about what a modern drone factory should look like, try to think about it, you probably imagine clean rooms automated assembly lines and no body carbs doing micro-soldering with precision. That's how it should be done anyways. But the absolute, you know, situation here is that this is the Russian Federation comrades and the Russia is an alleged experience. This is the KGB bureaucracy trying to win the KVN war. The absolute pinnacle of this, like I said, is the perfect encapsulation of a state that is actively trying to empty the tone limbs, because you know, it got tired of shooting itself into legs, so you know, it went and told with the Nihon Canada or something. It's what's happening right now and the military industrial complex.

Let's talk about the 275-FZ law. See, it is the state defense procurement law originally written back in 2012. It was designed for a peacetime hyper-corrupt Soviet legacy system where you buy 10 tanks over five years, and you know, everyone gets a kickback. It was absolutely fundamentally not designed for a high speed iterative drone war where the technology cycle is measured in, you know, weeks. But the state prosecutors don't care about the technology cycle. They care about their chorus. They care about finding traitors. And Western spies, obviously. Right now, across Russia, like I said, state prosecutors are literally kicking the indoor of independent drone developers. Are they stealing money? Are they producing by the equipment? Oh, no, they're being arrested under 275-FZ law, because they're paying competitive salaries. Yes, because they are paying competitive salaries. Again, I am getting tired of saying that everything is not a joke, because Russia is one big joke. Because you see, to build modern drones, you need top tier IT engineers.

To get these top tier IT engineers in a collapsing economy, you have to pay them roughly 30% of standard rate, which is a miserable factory wage. Again, let me remind you about the firefighter. I forgot the city's name, but he made about $450 per month to fight it cold correctly. Yeah, to the prosecutors, that isn't market economics at all, because they don't operate on this capitalist invention. That is overstating costs, literally. And that might be a compromise, is a feder al-Quran. Listen, Donald Alexei Chidiyev, he's one of the few voices left inside the Russian defense sphere who actually understands how suicidal this is. Quote, the 2012 defense procurement law is fundamentally applicable for drones. Prosecutors ask why we pay IT engineers 30% of the market. What else do we get them? But the onset isn't accepted. They are asked people for overstating costs. And, quote, again, you can't even get paid right. But the 275 FZ arrests are just the administrative order.

The physical operational one is, oh, so, so much worse. Because when you filter all the technological decisions through a paranoid scientific literary general stuff, you get from the Russian drone community is now calling that connector catastrophe. A few months ago, the Russian military finally realized they had a supply chain nightmare. Everyone is using different parts. So the generals in Moscow sat down and agreed on the universal connector for the drone receivers, which is a standardized component. On paper, on paper, it sounds like a rare moment of bureaucratic competence. But there's a problem, obviously, because this is Russia, right? Generals didn't consult the engineers. They just picked a component from a catalog of parts, like they were given a catalog of these parts, and they just randomly picked one. As you can imagine, they obviously picked the wrong one. They didn't pick an SMD, a surface-mounted device, which is what every modern robotic assembly line on the planet uses. They chose a through-haul connector. Now, I don't know how both of these look like, but I had to do search for that stuff.

But I know a bunch of engineers who listen to this show well now and will understand, and yeah, it's going to be fun. But the rest of you, normal people, that's an outdated legacy design that robot arms physically cannot install on modern circuit boards. And here, here I want to give you the absolute frustration of a Russian UAV developer trying to explain this to the military bloggers. Quote, Generals finally agreed to a universal connector, but they choose a through-haul version instead of an SMD. Robots cannot install it. Now, for the sake of the shitty connector, entire factory floors are forced to handsetter 500,000 receivers a month. End quote. Yeah, that's a lot of receivers. What does it actually look like on the ground? Well, that's basically a sweatshup from 1985. Instead of a, you know, actual automated factory Russian drone industry has been violently dragged back into to manual labor ages. You have entire factory floors filled with exhausted underpaid workers, bent over wooden tables, under flickering fluorescent lights,

physically holdering soldering irons, and then you'll get thatching 500,000-50 outdated connectors, because a general and an air conditioned office in Moscow just really didn't know the difference between a through-haul and a surface mount and didn't bother to check. Yeah, this is like, you know, finding a modern war with hands-soldered hell. You know, it's the darkest part of this is. You can look across the clients and you see the Ukrainians are finding the exact same war. See, while the Russian general stuff, while they take these three years, Ukrainians are doing it very differently. This is why the KVN comes in. When the Ukrainians think something, they don't wait for a commenting key of the Stampede and Triple-Cut, they just act. If you want to effectively affect realities in the ground, well, you two connect. We come for the second segment here. See, there's a thing that happens when you've been covering war long enough that you stop being to talk, or some big gap able to talk about it in the abstract. You stop saying the front and start knowing which stretch of modus specific you'd at this dug into this week, really.

And so one of the processes that war stops being studied that you tell, and so it's being listed, things actually know, and you can do something about it, you know. Here's one of them. Again, car for your credit.com. Please, guys, seriously. Every week, I could actually reach the front, this is a requisition from some bottomless NATO warehouse. It's bought, usually secondhand, usually beat up by people, who decided that the nation-link mattered more than a strongly-worded statement. You know, I've helped gather, I think it's five so far. Maybe, maybe, I don't know. It doesn't actually really matter. What matters is that, you know, I've helped out definitely, and you have helped out too, and not through some faceless NGO. Through our friends in car for Ukraine, where I can actually tell you the unit, to actually tell you the road is driving gone, you know, actually can put my own name and name on the region's code of arms on the side of the thing before it goes east. Now, I think number six is being, you know, works on it right now, and it needs to be done. And that's going to brigade that's turned to kind of support that doesn't come with a press release attached.

This isn't a hedge or bets feel good, taxis-doctoral gesture, you know. It's a truck. Either starts at a dozen, then it either gets someone out of a position under fire or, you know, doesn't. That isn't plausible, the liability of vehicle donation, the way the reason is strongly-worded statement from a boardroom that I'll never see front line. That's the whole reason I keep doing the segment instead of just, you know, talking about the war moving on. So here's the ask, since it was always. If this show's been worth her time, you know, links below. Six vehicles into number, I get to drop head just because it sounds respectable and, you know, neither should you. And again, let me remind you about the fact that, yeah, I would be really happy if you'd, you know, prepare for the Patreon stuff and maybe, you know, throw a buck or two-hour away as well. That would be nice. But now, we move on to the next segment, which is- which is where I decided to go. I made more poetic since you all know that my show started out in Dan Carlin's old forums. I was just a student many years ago and I was translating some of

his studies, people's studies about serving in the Sweet Army. And then literally Dan just came on and said, hey, you should start to don't show. And I did. Well, look where that has gotten me. But my favorite episode out there of everything that Dan has made so far is the profits of the world. How far is the profits of doom? It's the dead of knife here in La Vigola. The absolute suffocating dark, you only get out here in the forest near the border. A letter of void. When you set out into the darkness slung enough, you know, not to spend the hours analyzing the hands, soldered, drone receivers, and the fake palm oil cheese for the Russian Federation, yeah, your mind just starts looking for some historical anchors. You start drifting away sometimes. You start desperately flipping through the roll-out decks of human history looking for a precedent. And because, you know, what we're witnessing in our act three of this episode of this massive nightmare, that isn't just the military collapse, and it isn't just an economic suicide back that's they profound, terminal, psychological break.

Might try to understand the mindset of the Kremlin after all, the Russian General Staff and the Zed Patriots in the fall of 2026. And to do that, you know, I really drew inspiration from Dan Garland here. But then I thought about it and understood that, actually, it's pretty accurate. You do need to look at the 16th century, and you'll need to look at the German city of Münster in 1534. For those of you who know your horror history, you know exactly what I'm going with this. The Prophets of Doom. If you haven't, go pause this, go listen to that. It's four hours long, it's amazing. Then come back and listen to this. No exceptions, okay? Okay, maybe. But you should listen to that episode, and if you will somehow find Dan Garland's hardcore history through this show, rather than we've done the full circle and loop or something and in a right to an email saying, hire or whatever, or you could just do that anyways. That would be a nice thing to do. After all, you know, he's the real reason why I'm here. But let's just move back here in the second of this Münster incident.

Again, I want you to put yourself in their moccasins, for a moment. Now, you have a city that's been taken completely taken over by a radical apocalyptic cult. The Anabaptists, of that ad, and I think to do with modern Anabaptists, it's a long story, four hours long, and of Dan Garland's time. So, you know, the Anabaptists cease control of Münster. They declared the New Jerusalem. They expel anyone who doesn't agree with that extreme worldviews. The leader, charismatic fanatic named John Van Leiden, the clerics himself, the new King David. He promises his followers that God has chosen them. They are destined to conquer the world. And their enemies will be struck down by divine wrath. And furious vengeance. Well, that's my addition from Paul Fiction. But the physical reality that, you know, that the nagging feeling that always gets the bad last, yeah, I used baseball analogy for the first time of the show. Congratulations. Well, that has a different plan.

The Prince Bishop of Münster has an army of mercenaries around the city and cuts it up from the rest of the world. So, you know, what's happening on the ground? Well, that's a society slowly going insane in its own walls. Prince Bishop's cannons pound the city day and night, food runs out, zealous inside side, thinking of the horses, and they eat the dogs and cats. Then they start boiling shoe leather, and eating the wallpaper. The society is, well, doing basic things. The society is, well, doing basically what's Russian economy he's doing right now. But here's the terrifying psychological parallel. As the starvation set in, as the walls began to crumble, John Van Leiden, bin surrender, he doubled down. He executed anyone who whispered about the making a deal. He introduced a brutal paranoid police state. And most importantly, he promised his starving desperate followers that a miracle was coming. He told them just to hold on a little longer, because the event intervention was imminent. A magical army of believers was going to ride over the horizon and save them from the consequences of their own action.

Welcome to Moscow, 2026. Kremlin is John. Kremlin is John Van Leiden. Russian Federation is Münster. And the Ukrainian drone swarms blowing up all the finalries. Well, that's Prince Bishop knocking on the gates. The Russian elite knows that they're trapped. They know that the demographics are collapsing. Especially burning. 26 million euros a day. Fantastic. And they know the front line of the demand just evaporated. They're feeding their population to 21st century equivalent of boiled chouler, palm oil, cheese, and bone fragment fish. But Putin, Zad himself, almighty. I sitting at the end of his absurdly long table. I can't. That photograph from Kobe data, they just struck my brain. I mean, they claim that Putin is this much elman, which is this fearless leader. But then again, he sits at this mega long table because he's afraid to get in Kobe. Yeah, that shattered something in me.

It just that, you know, find it personally funny. And Putin is the person who will kind of surrender because, as he said himself, while they'll hang me. I made a whole episode about this, you know. He cannot surrender. The surrender is to die, so he doubles down. He purges the military. Arise is their own engineers. Demands, AI generated a new row, sloped to prove that the walls are not actually falling. And just like the fanatics in Münster, the entire Russian political apparatus is holding its breath and waiting for a miracle. They aren't waiting for a literal second coming, of course. Although I presume Vladimir Kvachikov might. But they're waiting for a geopolitical schematos, as they call it. A corrupt backroom drill. Skeaming. But, you know, a bit more raw and panacea-like. They are desperately looking across the Atlantic, praying for a, well, Donald Trump week 3 back then, now a magical caution that peace plan to freeze the conflict, you know. All that good stuff. They're waiting for a foreign savior to ride over the horizon,

force the Ukrainians to stop shooting, and save the regime from the physical reality of its own catastrophic failure. They have convinced themselves that if they just throw enough human biomass into the meat grinder, if they just burn enough dead slaves on the Jerebetson ever, the western world will eventually get tired and bail them out. It said, Jum's day, called, because Russia, my friend, is at a legit experience. I'll pray I think I nuclear arson, all banking its entire survival on my political, Dau's ex machin. And, by this point, you all should know how the siege of Münster ended. Spoil at alert, miracles didn't happen. Walls are breached, city was put to the sword, and Javan Leiden was tortured to death with a hot iron tongues. And then there was the Anandipadal and two, a long study, go listen to the episode. I highly recommend it. And his bones were stuffed into an iron cage and hung from the stevele of St. Lambert's church as they warning for the rest of eternity. It's still there. Yeah, in Münster, you can see those cages. And again, when you listen to Dan Collins' episode, you won't be approving of this,

possibly, but like he says there, you'll go like, Ha, I get it. And you will, I promise you that. But again, you know, sometimes I have to talk about my own, I at all that for all. See when a society detaches from reality to this extreme degree. The court press simply does not know how to cover it. You turn on some news and they're discussing the Russian Federation like it's a normal rational state actor. Well, less and less these days, and I hope, at least the thanks to some part of my efforts here, but I still see that way too often. Lately, by the way, the British are the most guilty of this, and then, well, CNN too. Because, well, they analyze the Kushner piece deal, and piece leaks, and like they are discussing a tariff. They don't understand that they're trying to negotiate with a doomsday cult. That's boiling it's only, boiling it's all leather. See, they, they're just unable to see the cages waiting on this people. See, that's the whole matter. We're doing this

deep dive for these hours to you, and I hope that this is going to work well and fine. Because I really, I don't intend to do this for this long, for that much more. But again, oh boy, didn't think recording this would be this difficult. But here we go, and I hope I got interested with the Münstead parallel. See, I'm standing in a photograph right now. It's a low-res, a low-res, a gravy shot taken off a cell phone a few days ago in Moscow. But it might be the single most defining image of Russian state's internal psychology in 2036. It's a picture of a dumpster, a standard municipal trash can sitting on the Moscow sidewalk. And it's thinking out on the top, crumpled and discarded among the garbage, is the black yellow and white flag of the Russian Empire, the Roman of Trikolar, the absolute holy relic of the Russian alternationalist right. To understand how the flag got into the dumpster and what it means for the terminal stage of this, black zone, or we're covering here,

this crumpling nation, right. We have to look at the deep pathological terror that Kremlin holds what it's most devoted of patriots, the true believers. What a state is failing on the battlefield. When all this is happening, you know, state has to find new enemies all times to defend and kill. And the point is, regime is terrified of the Z-Patreon of that alternationalist and war supporters. They're terrified of the guys who actually believe the imperial propaganda and the state dumps out on television. Because a guy who genuinely believes that the holy mission of the Russian Empire is going to eventually look at the corrupt if it's be general in Moscow and ask, hey, why the hell are you losing my holy war? Let's look at the cross-procession. See, every year in Moscow, the hot code Orthodox National is to hold a religious procession. They march through the streets, cutting icons, chanting prayers, and waving those 1914 Roman flags. The state usually tolerates it as a bit of harmless and atmospheric spiritual dressing. But not this year. This year that a scourgey of Putin's personal heavy military, his plutonian guard, was waiting for them. The police descended on the procession, physically ripped the imperial flags out of the hands

of the marchers and styled them into the nearest garbage cans. Yeah, you know, wasn't they? Why it's pretty thin because they weren't that many of them in that thing, but, you know, they suffered. But imagine being radical, a lot-rightening nationalist. And now, while Putin's own storm through a particular sacred flag out of your hands and throws into the trash, straight up. The message from Kremlin is absolute, due to not own this war. We own this war. You are just a serfs, biomass, hullope, get back in the trench and shut the fuck up. The true believers are realizing that, you know, this state might actually not be loving them that much. The state despises them, and yet, due to the fact that they all have shared three brain cells among all of them, they basically still continue supporting this war and this imperialism because they somehow have tricked themselves into this Holy Rasha theory, which I propose all the time, because for them, Rasha on the ground, the Rasha, which they're fighting for are two different things, completely different. Well, for those of you who've listened for enough of this show,

you know how, how screw up they are. But, because you see the Kremlin isn't just throwing the flags in the trash, they're systematically purging the people's VPK. The grassroots volunteer militant industrial complex from the political system. Let us look at Alexander Barashko. This is a guy who shouldn't just be in the military, he's one of the most famous volunteer drone developers in the whole country. By the early 2025, his company had already produced over 15,000 drone detectors for the frontline. The soldiers love him. He provides the factual, actual functioning equipment that the charismatic brain of the army is too incompetent to supply. He's a very talented, very talented, very talented, very talented, very talented, very talented, very talented, very talented, very competent to supply. Barashko decided to run for the state dumm of the September under the New people, a Novil Judit party. It's a systemic opposition party totally controlled by the Kremlin is to soak up the vote of the moderate right. He was running in the first single mandate district

of Krastinodad. With his reputation among the military and the local volunteers, he was a loc. And then, just the days before the election, he's on party through him under the bus. The leadership of the New people petitioned the electoral commission to officially remove Barashko move Barashko from the ballot. That official excuse? He allegedly didn't submit his campaign literature to party email in time, thereby causing them political damage. An emotional and whatever else, too. I do not even have to bulk fun at this stupid lie. He is obviously the Barashko of trying to organize independent election observers in his district. He wanted to make sure that someone actually counted the votes. And democracy might be a commoner. And in the Russian Federation is an act of treason, an act of religious heresy, even, I would say. The presidential administration, the Shadow of Birocrats, they called the party leadership and just told them to get rid of him.

Barashko's reaction on telegram was the sound of a patriot's heart breaking. Oh, sweet music for our areas, of course, but still. He publicly quit the party, declaring that they used to be the party of hope and had become the party of cockles. I mean, honestly speaking, I haven't seen any other subculture online or offline using the world cockled so much as the Z Patriots. That is their favorite thing. There must be some sort of fetish around there. They also like to spew out homophobic slurs constantly to much more extent than anyone else. But that ain't going to make you one. They all have three brain cells between all of them. And those people who support them in the West, well, they have frankly speaking just zero. Quote. I'm upset only about one thing. I could have spent that money buying good gear for the boys on the front instead of wasting it on these cocks, that a party of traders. And quote. Well, the most chilling analysis of this purge didn't come from Barashkov actually.

It came from Alexei Chadiyev, another high level Z drone developer who used to work in the presidential administration. He understands exactly how the paranoid brain of the Kremlin actually works. He spew it out for the entire Z sphere. If you told them the system considers it dangerous, a drone is power, and power is power. And they expect everyone by protocol to be trembling creatures or in Russian Dvarie Drozavsky. We can't be trembling creatures. Think about this, just a few of your reference. The trembling creature. The state demands absolute abject submission from its citizens. If you are a patriot, even if you are building the weapons that are keeping the Russian army from totally collapsing, right, you're not allowed to have political subjectivity at all. You're not allowed to be an actor in your own country. You're a tool. And when a tool starts asking to observe elections, the tool gets thrown into the trash, right? Next to the imperial flag. The Kremlin is looking at the people who are actually, you know, who know how to win the modern war. The IT guys, the drone operators, the volunteer logistics operators, you know, everyone basically.

And deciding that their competence makes them a threat to the regime. The state would rather lose the war with the Oby and didn't competent generals than win a war with independent, capable patriots. They physically are incapable of winning, they switch what I have been saying, well, basically since day one, just because I understand how this stuff works. And that had this extreme radical fringe of this movement. The true believers aren't just getting depressed. And of course, I need to talk here about a guy named Yuri Goroshko. His close-up is Tava and people who listen to the show often will recognize him, but the rest of you I need to introduce you to him. If you want to look at the Ghost of the Russian Imperial Project, Tava here is a primary source. He was a personal bodyguard to Alexey Moskovoy. For those of you who don't remember 2014, Moskovoy was the religion that he highly independent, utterly fanatical commander of the Prizrak or Ghost Brigade in the LNR that luchabs people for public. He was a true believer in the Novare Sea project. He hated the corrupt oligarchs in Moskov almost as much as he hated the Kiev.

So what happened to him? Kremlin had him assassinated in 2016. They blew up his car and machine gun the survivors because Kiev refused to submit to the vertical power structure. Tava survived. And today, in the fall of 2026, he's sitting under a banner betting the face of his murder commander, but all the cast again messaged with radicalism malicious. He isn't talking about winning the war in Ukraine. Of course, he isn't. No one is saying actually is. He's talking about what happens after the Russian state collapses. Which is, well, more or less in the ability by now, because he looks directly into the camera, completely calm and tells his followers that our ex is, well, approaching. He tells them that the one that the systemic crisis hits when the economy shatters in the frontlines break, the police in the Rosaguardia are not going to protect the population. The state is going to evaporate. But again, I mean, I wouldn't be telling you my dark autumn predictions if I wouldn't getting them straight from the primary sources. The only people who will be able to maintain order, maintain order in massive airquels

here in the ruins of the Russian Federation will be the armed combat hardened veteran. He's literally telling them malicious to prepare to take over the functions of the state. He's supposed to be the crystallizing structure, right? He's buddies with Kalashnikov, obviously, but you probably could have guessed that. This is the psychological endgame you see of the Münster Parallel. When Jan the Leiden realizes the medical is not coming, he turns the sword inward. And when the armed zealots inside the city realize the leader is a fraud who murdered their heroes, well, they start sharpening their own knives. Kremlin is throwing the imperial flag in the dumpster. They're purging the drone makers and everything. And you know what? At one point, because, you know, these guys know that when the 0.1% reality finally breaks through the hallucinations, the guys with the drones aren't going to fly them into Ukrainian trenches anymore. They're going to fly them into the Kremlin. But the tragedy of the Russian alternation list is that even as they realize their own government hates them, well, like I said, they still believe in their own myth of their own imperial greatness.

They still believe the Holy Russia. The Russia is somehow a global superpower, holding the line against the evil dick of the twist. I might have to point here at the, of course, the Anglo-Saxon, the villainous and sneaky Anglo-Saxon should definitely get its own special mention. But out on the geopolitical stage, the reality is even more humiliating than flag and dumpster. See, I believe now that if you want to understand the exact moment, well, not just Kalashnikov and bodies, but the entire Zed Patriot movement realized they, you know, they fucked up. Was the sovereignty? We have to talk about Vladivostok. Vladivostok is the crown jewel of the Russian paris. The headquarter is a Pacific fleet, over 6,500 kilometers away from the Ukrainian border. In early September 2026, Vladimir Putin hosted the East End Economic Forum there. It's a massive high profile of end-business designed to show the world and specifically the Russian population that the empire is not isolated. The VIP guest of honor was the Chinese vice-premier, Deng Shiyang, I hope I said that correctly,

is not experienced with that one. But, you see, Beijing is not stupid. Really sometimes, yeah, and they want money, and they have their own ideals, but they're not dumb. And that was the same drone footage we do. The remember of Ukraine's staggering 2025 operations fighter web, where the Ukrainian security service managed to smuggle over 100 strike drones deep into the Russian interior using southern trucks. So you know, Beijing had a little bit of a security problem. It is to ensure the safety of the vice-premier while he was standing on the Russian soil. Now, in a normal geopolitical relationship, well, at least normal for the previous era, if you're visiting a Soviet superpower, you ask your host for security guarantees. But I chained in Das Moscow. Chained in new that Russian air defense grid was a bit of a critic joke that takes three years to improve a channeling fence. Instead, the Chinese government officially appealed to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Kiev. Now, again, I have to ask you to imagine things. Put yourself in, you know, their moccasins for just a second.

But this time, this time, you're Vladimir Putin. Your host, they gave massive economic form to projecting video strength. And your primary economic sponsor, the country you have tethered your entire survival to. Entire of it, right? Actually, you know, significantly asks your enemy for permission to visit you safely. I don't even know if this is worse than the 9th of May or not. This is just stupid. Because China literally asked Volodymyr Zedewski to guarantee the safety of a Chinese official standing on Russian territory. And Ukraine, you know, holding the absolute advantage agreed to pose the strikes in the direction. The news of that diplomatic back channel leaked through the Japanese press. And yeah, the Japanese listener is, oh boy, that was a fun event for you, I suppose. And the Russian Zedosphere experienced a collective soul-crushing aneurysm. This is the good part. You finally got to it, I suppose. Listen to it excitedly. Well, again, one of the best Zed authors that we have. This is their confidence. This is a sound of an imperialist, realizing that he is just a mere tenant in his own country.

Quote. China asked Ukraine not to strike Volodyvov's stock. If Chinese representatives are afraid to even come to Russia without asking Zedewski for permission, we will try and invest in Russia. And if not, who are we holding these forums for? Doing knee-to- vents where we have to ask the enemy for permission? And quote. Yeah, and I'm asking your enemy for permission. Knowing Panyatiya, that's a massive humiliation. They cannot guarantee their own airspace over the Pacific fully, even. And that realization of Vasilogist forcing the Russian-alternationalists to rapidly re-read their entire geopolitical worldview. See, for years, the ultimate ally of the Russian state was supposedly Belarus. Alexander Lukashenko and Putin, the Slavic Brotherhoods sending shoulder to shoulder against the Falk NATO. But in the 2026 Zed-Petry attacked the tossing Belarus in the same dumpster as the Imperial flag. They look at Minsk and they see a country that refuses to actually bleed the Empire. They see foreign war mentality. So whom did they turn to? Well, the new blood-brother of the Russian Empire is, of course, not other than North Korea.

Listen to a Zed channel operated by a frontline UAV pilot named Andrei Malahal. He lays out the new dystopian hierarchy of the Russian air alliances perfectly, really. Quote, The DPRK can and does occupy the place in our minds, previously firmly held by Belarus. North Koreans are completely our guys. You can't say that about Belarusians with their foreign war. We fought together that is now about the DPRK. The place of the imaginary best socialist friend will be perfectly taken by the DPRK. I will now take a look at Evita and I just need to see her face about this. Oh yeah, um, yeah, sorry, this is too long to put it in video, but, uh, that was, that was a view. That was a view. After all, she hadn't really been here when I was making, making the whole script. But in general, what that gravity of this whole thing just flow through your veins and experience it, Russia, the nationalist movement, the people who consider themselves the heirs of Peter the Great.

Well, nationalist movement does, but not the orthodox guys because they worship Stalin and Peter the Great, long study. We've told you about this before. Well, I'll see they decided that their through-wide logical soulmate is a starving totalitarian hermit. Because Belarus once send their sons to die, the Donbas man. However, Pion Young is happily, you know, more than happy to ship millions of artillery shells in ballistic missiles. They actually feed the $124 billion fairness. They had traded means for Pion Young and they're bragging about it. And while the Kremlin begs North Korea for ammunition, they watch this giant, big crane photo security guarantees. So, things are happening in the front. Well, you already know that because I am inserted that part earlier in this episode later after I had written this one. So, this one is actually day before the one in the sixth. Okay, you know what, there's a reason why I make 45-minute episodes and that these long ones, but, you know, the context is what really matters here. See, when you look at operations like Spider-Web, you know, the one that happened in 2025,

when you realize that Ukraine can theoretically project lethal force across the derasional landmass and actually pedify its CZB, well then you start to understand the sheer power of the KVN start of mentality. The Ukrainians aren't waiting for a bureaucratic permission. So, you know, once again I'd like to, I'd like to remind you that Kharfer Ukraine doesn't do it as well. Because if you want to support that, the central is ingenuity. Look at what the logistics can actually achieve on the ground. Remember about the guys who need those trucks. And, you know, go down in the description and click those links. And please, if you can possibly maybe, you know, support the show as well. I know, I'll give this segment a short since, again, I'm bad at this and we're at our 47-minute mark. And we're finally here to the great illusion of 2026. And I get to talk about the Americans, yay! Because this is the time for the Kushner Whitka Peace Plan. Again, I'm staring at the window in the Lodgallian night trying to wrap my head around the

sheer geopolitical whiplash of it all. See, we've mapped pretty much everything. Physical collapse, seeing the 124 billion furnace burning through the Russian interior, the Cheesik dystopia feeding the urban biomass. All that stuff. State is, you know, throwing a total of the Imperial flag into the dumpster in all this mess. When you look at that level of systemic organic failure, the logical question arises, what is their actual plan? They can't be stupid, right? Right? They know they can't conquer Kiev, they know they can't even hold the jet of a maneuver. So how do they get out of this? The answer is that they don't plan to do anything winning, winning wise they plan to buy their way out. If you understand the terminal stage of all this mess, let's talk about the schematos. I mentioned that one earlier, but that's an important concept to understand this part of this episode. See a schematos, or scheming, not exactly, you know, more rugged and rough, like I said, isn't military strategy. It's a crowd-backed from deal. It's a convoluted cynical workaround where the rules are bent, bribes are paid, and the problem is magically frozen in place so the elites can go back to make

money. For 25 years, Vladimir Putin's entire political operational system has been built on Vranjo and Schematos, and now facing the total collapse of his military, he's desperately begging the universe for one final monumental backroom deal, to say if he's a regime, the famous Avos, what if? So let's set the stage here. Earlier this month, two American employees representing Donald Trump, Jared Kushner and Steve Whitcough arrived in Moscow and then traveled to Kiev. I covered this in my previous episode too. They brought with them the framework of a 28-point peace plan to end the war. Now again, if you read the Western corporate press, you'd think this plan was a massive Russian victory. League drafts suggested that Ukraine would have to withdraw its troops from the remaining 14% of the Donbas, it still holds, which is much more than, you know, actually put in things they hold. Specifically, the highly fortified Slovyansk and Kremlin corporations, and you know, freeze the conflict line. In exchange, Russia would supposedly get sanctions relief. American capital would flow back into the Sabedian energy sector and the war would just

stop. A lot of Western analysts just clutched their pearls. They called it a demand for Ukrainian capitulation. But you don't want to read Wall Street Journal for this one. Because I, let me disobey it, it's in the view from the other side, it's quite different. They realized something Western media just missed completely. Kremlin wasn't dictating these terms from a position of strength. Kremlin was absolutely desperate at the sign this deal. Maxim Kalashnikov again, do you know him already? See, he was watching the Russian state eagerly salivate over the Semitic and real estate deal and it's making him physically sick. Quote, Moscow is already agreeing to this, a leadership agrees. Why? Because it's an acceptable way out of the war without looking completely shameful. The DNR is supposedly liberated and the sanctions are lifted. You get the American capital to develop Sabedia. Good deal. And then quote, see, again, they believe in the great conquering Russian empire. They

launched a holy war and everything to destroy this so-called dynapolar world and hold this nonsense. But two and a half years later, your refineries are burning, your armages go thrown back to 2025 lines and you are literally in your knees praying that the two new year Creole state developers will force the Ukrainians to stop throwing their own at you. Like I said, Russian elite doesn't want a victory anymore. They want the schema to us. They want an outside uncle to swoop in, wave a magic wand and freeze the war so that they can declare a fake victory on the state television and again go back to stealing the treasury. Kalashnikov explicitly calls it out. He says the Russian leadership is refusing to fight for real victory because they are just hoping for detlap. The dodge, we even schematos their way out of the disaster. But here's the beautiful brutal punchline of the physical world. Kurshten and Witskov took this plan to Kiev and they sat down with Zodensky and Zodensky threw it away. Zodensky delivered with the Russian bloggers are calling an absolute upfront. He told them plain and simple, we're not withdrawing the armed forces if Ukraine from the dungeons, Creegin. But why did he say no? Because the KVN start that looks

at the physical map of the digital hallucination. At this point I highly doubt they even require help of my Western colleagues to tell them what's what. They know about these drones strikes, they know they just completely erase Russian salient, he man and pushed the enemy back to the Gerebets River. When you have the physical advantage, when you are actively dismantling your enemies cardivascular system and watching their generals, hands solder, drone parts, yeah you don't accept the schematos, you don't receive from fortified cities to a beast dying empire. The jibalucle irony here is staggering. Putin, fan who modeled himself after Stalin, his reduced begging for a ceasefire brokered by a medical businessman, after refusing insane amounts of actual peace offering. While the Ukraine, you know, the country Putin claimed didn't exist, well now holds a veto power over his survival. The peace plan was an illusion, it was the final desperate hope of Kremlin's John Validin. Stunning on the walls of Münster promising to starving followers that a medical was coming from

across the ocean, but the medical is not coming, the schematos is dead. And when an autocracy realizes that it cannot buy its way out of the war, well that it has only one left full. Let's talk about the mass human sacrifices. Let's look at the death lives finally on the kidnappers. The violent convulsion of the Russian state has it turns on its own people. The horror, the horror is getting really light here, but this is the part of the autopsy where the skin just gets peeled back completely. See, the Russian elite's begging for the schematos and all this stuff, well this is where the economic suicide backed when we talked about in way back in act 2 becomes a weapon of mass mobilization. Because if you don't understand this, the mess, and you probably do otherwise wouldn't be listening, well you understand that they're lying on debt slavery now. We have another federal lot to talk about, the 156-FZ1. To the casual observer it sounds like a massive generous social program. The Russian government passed legislation

that automatically forgives after 10 million rubles non-paid loans and credit debt for anyone who signs the Ministry of Defense contract to fight in Ukraine. If the even applies to their spouses, 10 million rubles that's roughly $116,000. In the impoverishment provinces that they say staggating life altering amount of money. Sounds like a state taking care of its heroes, right? But you do have to read the fine print, it's rush after all. The law doesn't apply to a normal functioning citizen who's paying their mortgage on time, the state will not forgive a single rubble of her debt if you're a responsible borrower. The 10 million rubles forgiveness only activates if the debt is prosozionally, meaning the bank has already sued you, the court has already ruled against you and the state bailiffs can already open enforcement proceedings to hunt you down. Nice and fun. Again, you are a 40-year-old factory worker in the Urals. The origin just cut healthcare by 39%. Inflation has destroyed your purchasing power and you have to take out a payday

along just to feed your family. You default, the bank suits you, the bailiffs freeze your bank accounts, they threaten to seize your rest of the law then they make your life a living hell. And right when you're at your absolute lowest, right when you're drowning in the system designed to crash you completely, the state taps in the shoulder and says, oh we can make all this go away. We can raise the bailiffs, we will raise 10 million rubles, all we have to do is send the piece of paper, put a uniform and ride the Chinese golf cart into a minefield on the Zedabat River. This is weaponized poverty. You know, it's always the poor who died in war, exact for all. The Kremlin desperately, deliberately allowed the domestic economy to collapse in a sense at least. The very least they exploited the crisis, all have to be more precise here. Because they need more desperate men so that they could be harvesting from the ruin. Those are not soldiers after all. But what happens when the financial coercion isn't enough? What happens when a man looks at

the 10 million rubble offer, looks at the casualty rates coming out of the donbass and decides, he would rather deal with the bailiffs than get turned into a pink mist by a Ukrainian PV drone. The state stops asking, it stops offering financial incentives, it just kicks you in door. Let's look at the pens at the agent, specifically a rural settlement called Bashmakov. Now, let's look at the case of Mikhail Phrostik from there. Mikhail is a local resident who told the authorities, you know, decided, he was a prime biomass for the front. They wanted to him to sign a contract. While our good old buddy Mikhail, he said no. In a normal country, that would be the end of the conversation, but you know that's an invitation for the localized siege in Putin's Russia. The security forces led by an FSB captain named Surat said, didn't just issue a summons, they raided his home. When Mikhail saw them coming, he and his daughter Oyesya fled to the attic to hide. Yeah, a father and his daughter coerced in the dark crawlspace of their own home hiding from their

own fucking government. They smashed to the windows, they broke into the house and literally opened fire with a traumatic pistols. They shot at a family hiding their own attic because the father refused to become a blood sacrifice for the Zarr's 0.1% territorial gain. And the true bureaucratic KGB style horror of this study, after they dragged Mikhail out, they didn't just force him into a uniform. They threw him in Shizou one, the pretrial detention center in pens. They charged him with threatening an FSB officer with a knife and they slapped him with the charge of unlawful deprivation of liberty, claiming he had held his own daughter hostage in the attic. Quote, since August 5th, 2026, Mikhail stopped communicating from the Shizouki complained about torture. And, quote, the torturing came in a fucking cell right now to force him to sign a piece of paper saying he volunteered to fight in Ukraine. And with a local residence of this village of Beshmaka, a tried to form a neighbor who watched, protect their men from these kidnapping squads, the police dragged them in for chats on telegrams, that's illegal by this

point. And threatened to lock the entire town behind bars that they did not comply. The entire fucking town. This is the reality of the terminal market of this whole episode, right? The state has dropped the imperial pageantry. They're throwing the Romano flags in the dumpster, they're purging everyone. Because the system requires more flesh. Nuzna Boyzha Zolod, that's from Warcraft, through Russian translation. Which leads us to the final inevitable convolution of the Russian Empire. The dead slabs in the kidnapped hangs you see. As with everything in this show, that's just a warm up back. Kremlin is preparing to drop the hammer on the entire country. Let's look at the Oktober sacrifice. The meat drain their 2.0. I'm reaching for my lost village, houses night. Sun is going to come up over the Russian border in a few hours and what it does, is going to illuminate the final most terrifying mechanism of this terminal market. Through this episode, you've heard about the state-facus activities of the AI,

the building of furnace, urban grocery stores, all this mess. When you have seen them beg for a magical piece of the Zolensky crumpled and tossed it in the trash. So what happens when everything fails? The precipice of the Oktober sacrifice. In September of 2022, right before Putin announced the partial mobilization, partial again, that sent hundreds of thousands of men fleeing for the borders of Georgia and Kazakhstan. What was the state doing? We have the defense committee, Kartapolova's own television swearing up and down that there would be no mobilization. Mithrin Medvedev was calling the rumors West-Temps psychological operation. General Sopoldev was saying the army had plenty of men. And then of course mobilization happened. Now, in the late summer of fall of 2022, this exact same thing is playing out. The exact same men are on television reciting the exact same thing. They're telling the public that everything's fine, that the contact or recruitment is breaking records, that they do not need to drop. They're pushing the narrative just long enough to get past the regional elections.

But behind the scenes, you know everyone knows the truth. I mean, the furnace needs more, because the rush always lacks manpower and the resources. And the prospect of a massive mandatory October draft is pushing the remaining scenes voices of the Russian military establishment to the brink. Let us talk about Maxim Kremel. He's a captain of the third rank, a prominent military analyst in the Hardcore Z vlogger. Of course, I'll read them all. He's been analyzing the command decisions of the Russian general staff, and his conclusion is apocalyptic. He sees Vyacheslav Gerashimov and Sergei Erltskoi running the military and he sees them feeding in men and to me to assaults without any strategic purpose. And when the rumors of the October mobilization started leaking, Klemov snapped. He bypassed the censorship, bypassed the vranjohn, delivered the warning directly to the top brass. Quote, commanders are grinding down personnel and assaults without pity. Conducting mobilization in these conditions, you have gone completely fucking crazy. The correct term was Acheriniel. It will simply blow up the country from the inside. We need to unconditionally remove Gerashimov and Erltskoi. Nothing good will come with them.

End quote. Again, again, the tragedy of the Chorna and his son is that men like Klemovar screaming into the void. The Tsar will have its sacrifice and, well, that will cause the Dark Autumn to finally hit him for real. The ultimate fatal flaw of the Russian Empire is the absolute inability to admit the mistake. Again, that's a Zapat law that turns you into a Petuch. The admit the mistake is to show weakness. The show weakness is to invite the snuff box. So every defeat must be revended as a brilliant multi-dimensional chess smooth. Every slaughter must be framed as a tactical choice. And for years, the Russian state television has been feeding the population the ultimate peace of Veranjov about the start of the war. We all remember this in the spring of 2022. The Russian elite airborne units, the Vedevwe, but annihilated around Kiev, host to Medin Boče. The Ukrainian resistance fueled by horizontal KVN agility, an absolute refusal to submit broke the teeth of the Russian military machine. Russians fled, they abandoned their armor and ran back across the border. And the cows of the Kremlin explained this historic defeat.

They called it the suggestion of goodwill. They said they voluntarily retreated to build trust for the negotiation. Four years that lie held the Empire together. It allowed mothers to believe their sons didn't die in a humiliating route. But in terms out in 2026, this whole system breaks down as the dead slaves around the Doppenda. The AI Fakes had exposed, even the most sacred lies are starting to rot in the open air. Recently on a Russian public broadcast, they vettened the Vedevwe. A man who was actually there the moment in the mud outside Kiev was asked about the gesture of goodwill. He looked at the camera. His face completely hollowed out by what he had seen. And he finally told the truth. He did not use the state of proof language. He did not talk about peace negotiation. He admitted honestly that it was a blood bath. He said they were surrounded, that the logistics were on fire, and they were getting systematically slaughtered by your Kraviny Artility and ambushes. If they had not run, the entire grouping would have been annihilated. There was no goodwill. There was only the brutal physical reality of a defeated army running for its life.

When you hear a war veteran, when you're most elite unit at the mid-on television, that the foundational myth of your holy war is to lie, is to cover up a massacre. While I think the illusion is dead, it's pal is broken and, you know, at this point I'm ready to argue anyone who thinks that Russia has any odds of actually staying in one peace much less winning the war. Now this, by the way, my friends, is exactly where we have to leave the Russian Federation at the end of episode 3.0. A massive recap of actually multiple years of my work. Let us look at the architecture of the market, terminal market we have mapped out tonight in total. That is breath-taking and it's horror. We have an autocracy that takes its maps with AI because it's terrified of reality. We have an economy that has emptied its own healthcare system to pay for 29 million an hour meat assaults. We have citizens joking on palm oil while our neighbors are kidnapped from their ethics by the FSB. We have an empire that throws its flag in the garbage, big China for permission to exist in Alexandria, the Kushner to save from the consequences of its own actions.

And when none of that works, the state simply once again opens the hoven door and prepares to drop another generation of sons to die for, garage-smok's vanity. That is Münster in 1534 all over again. John van Leiden is sitting at his long table in the Kremlin dressed in imperial gold, promising his starving citizens that the medical is just around the corner. He executes anyone who points out that the walls are crumbling. He demands that the population boil the leather and eat it while he's with a smile. But the Ukrainian throne swarms are still hitting the refineries. Zedabattrivr is still graveyard. And the physical world which cannot be defect is titanning the news. The cages you see, they're still waiting, they're still there on the steeple of St. Lambert's church in Münster. The only question left is how many thousands of Russian serfs, well at that point I hope citizens, will be dragged into the abyss before the Zod is finally put inside one of himself. There's one thing though I have to say is that,

oh boy, I had to insert another segment here because just when you think you have fully mapped the contours of the Chornaisana, the terminal market finds a new basement to fall into. There's always new hall. Well I was recording this, the fresh day to jump hit the wire from Michael Naki. Again, just to say one of the most surgical opposition outlets tell there right now. The timing is almost poetic. It's perfectly violently valid at every single piece of the autopsy we just performed tonight. Again I want to repeat myself here but we just spent act one talking about this jatohir's new law of slopp and the Kremlin's addiction to pagan victories. Well apparently the hallucination is getting much worse. On September 1, Putin was standing at the press conference in Bishka, and he proudly announced that the Russian army had trapped 1,700 Ukrainian troops in a vovachun's cauldron. Then he doubled down and claimed another 5,000 Ukrainians were surrounded near Pysky-Radivsky. State media immediately started parroting the numbers. But independent analysts and this time from the deep stage to the even

instance of the Presidio IV, because again I had to give them credit to work with this deal. Well they alluded to the physical map. There is no cauldron obviously. There are no surrounded troops. It is a complete 100% phantom victory generated from thin air. This is not as literally playing a game of risk in his head using imaginary armies. And while Putin is busy inventing phantom cauldrons, the French Austin analysts just broke their months long operational silence to confirm exactly what I have been talking about the Lime-Ration. The AFU didn't just push the Russians back. They systematically chewed up over 200 square kilometers of occupied territory, effectively castrating the Russian threat to Slaviansk. But if you understand how deep the KGB bureaucratic rod I've mentioned in Act 2, how far that goes, look inside their weapons. We talked about drone factories hand-soldering obsolete connectors. Naki just confirmed that Ukrainian sanctions regulators cracked open the onboard computer for Russian KHA 47-Kinzhal hypersonic missile.

The absolute undisputed pride of Russians doomed the arsenal. And you know what they found on the side of this cutting-edge weapon which cannot be tracked down? Necromancy. They found, and this is a special for shot from the element of computing, they found Texas Instruments and A&D processors minted in 1986 and 1996. Because the Russian military industrial complex can't produce its own modern microchips, they're using 30-year-old western hardware to strip it out from elsewhere. They're fighting a 21st century drone war using circuit boards older than the soldiers fighting them. And what do you might ask once again, is the state's response to the Ukrainian drones warms? How they're protecting the homeland? The Russian government just passed a decree officially issuing anti-drone guns to postal workers. Yeah, I'm not making this up. The state is giving mailmen duiceless and powered plastic toys, which barely work, to point to the sky, while tonight the port of Novoresisk, the largest commercial port in Russia,

is literally burning to the ground. A massive Ukrainian combined strike just hit their fuel terminal, that it ports out leaking out the multiple remnants of the Black Sea fleet or center the bottom. But don't worry, the postman in Tula, well he has a plastic ray again. But the darkest confirmation of everything we've discussed tonight, the absolute proof of the October sacrifice and the state's hunger for biomass. Well that comes from the Africa Corps. Do you remember the Russian mercenary fighting in Mali? The guys getting slaughtered by two red rebels in the desert, the ones who survived that Hellscape finally finished the contracts this month and flew back to Russia. You think the empire would have given the metal or something or let them go home, but then upper gossips march still exists in historical memory? See they were ambushed by the Ronald Repolis? The veterans are now currently leaking videos begging for help, revealing that returning Africa Corps mercenaries are being arrested, dragged 150th motorized rifle divisions polygons in Novoresisk, and thrown into basement. The state is literally beating and torturing its own elite combat veterans, forcing them to sign new permanent contracts to go die in Ukraine.

They survived the jihad of Sinmali, only to get kidnapped and tortured by their own state, the second they stepped out of the plane. Because the 124 billion furnace is that desperate for fuel. This combat is a terminal cascade. This is where the dark autumn finally kicks it. Season 3.0 is the first one off, the dark autumn one. Because right now I fully think we have reached the breaking point. Things are going to go happening very quick, very soon now. The most that is burning, the prince bishop you see, he's at the gates. This has been an absolute marathon, obviously. For my standards, at least I can't do, then cuddle episodes for hours long, and we're just getting started with this new season. I've burned through with my entire stash of illop pouches, enough caffeine to kill horse, but this is what it takes to document the collapse of an empire in real time. If you made through all of my, what was it?

18 different modules of the 3 acts of the nightmare, you're exactly the kind of listener that this, the issues we've built for. And please, just one final reminder, remember this November we have to shift around, and corporates are not going to tell that at this level of guns autopsy for long on their own if you don't help me out. If you want the show to survive, please, you know, I really need you on the Patreon or the fourth wall or just dropping me a donation, because I'm really afraid of what's going to happen in November, because in earlier days, when you know, why I didn't shift earlier is the fact that again, they just tossed all of people away, and that's my lean come. This is a really shown I have tried to delay and get as much as I can. I've heard of those of you who want to do more than just listen, for those of you who want to actually strike a blog as the run, yo, of course, you know, go through the description and support God for Ukraine as well. How the cave gets hard to beat the KGB bureaucracy. Put some steel on the target and, you know, help out the good guys. This is going to be one hard, long and difficult season for me to make.

I'm Chris Sanderay-Sons. It's done here in Laudgullum. Sleep with one eye open. Stay sane. Stay cynical. Most importantly, stay human. That's Vdanya Tariy, shit, remember. Happiness is mandatory. It's important to repeat this, but thank you for supporting the PEDA Creators. As always, remember, happiness is mandatory.

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