A bunch of vodka-sodden yobbos, while finishing the last of the home-brew, decide, "hey, let's see if this thing really works". Doesn't matter if they were Russians, Ukrainians, or tribal werewolves and rednecks from Donetsk. Moments later a Malaysian plane comes plummeting down. "Wow, Igor, look at what you've done!" "Yeah, but it worked, huh!?!"
I am not equitably minded about Igor.
It would be nice if whoever was responsible for this were drawn and quartered. Slowly.
At present, I cannot tell the difference between people speaking Russian and people speaking Ukranian. They are often on the bus at the same time as I am. I find their languages equally repulsive at the moment, and would rather not be forced to listen to them.
Must maintain calm, must maintain calm.
Not everyone speaking Russian or Ukranian is a vodka-drenched syphilitic subhuman gangster who dresses funny, eats too much, and smells bad.
Russian Cossacks in Donetsk, however, have a special place in hell. And it is a pity that the fires do not lick them yet.
I fervently hope that they soon outlive all their friends and kin.
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For some reason the train had been stalled for a few hours (landslide? Snowdrifts? Trees down across the tracks?) and I ended up pooling cig...
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Par for the course - Russians not good at operating complex machinery. Here's an example of them running a steel mill. Though you have to give them credit, they remain calm as they are facing a wall of molten steel.
Maybe it's a regular occurrence?
They make it sound like an 'oopsie'.
Agreed - kr
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