The war is raging in Ukraine. It mercilessly tears the hearts of Ukrainians, burns away the joy of their souls, and, what the enemy did not expect, makes them even more courageous, more enduring, united and unconquerable. So, let’s talk about the effect of productive hatred, unexpected by the enemy and existing in Ukraine.
Later, when describing the psychology of Ukrainians in the Patriotic War of Liberation, we can say that we survived only because of our freedom, discipline, productive hatred and contempt for those who came to kill us.
So, it turns out that “our brother” or “sister”, who are there, beyond our borders, who have been “loving us” for seven hundred years in a row, actually like to organize genocide and kill us with torture and abuse.
And an intriguing fact is: for what? For the land? They, these so–called “relatives”, have plenty of their own. For the people? They have four times more of their own. For the resources? They have more than enough natural resource! So, for what? Why do they keep coming to us? They rape, torture, torture, and steal, having enough of their own. And they brazenly capture our land without self–respect, dignity and honour. And so on for centuries. I have only one answer to this: we, Ukrainians, have always despised them, the Muscovites. We have never had any depth of feeling or frankness towards them. In our hearts, we laughed at them, not accepting them. Being superior to us, they hated us internally. Being arrogant towards us, they hated us internally. This feeling of inner contempt prevented us from completely merging with their crowd. But today, we need to talk about the most significant thing – energy terrorism, blackout as genocide, and our perception and living with this bestial phenomenon.
Let’s start with terrorism. The enemy’s goal is to destroy slowly, not everyone and not to death – to destroy just a little, for pleasure. All of them are awfully impotent in all respects, from the shattered myth of the “second army of the world” to the hole helmets and feminine hygiene pads for wounds, hungry soldiers and Kadyrov’s men who shoot those having an instinct for self–preservation. And they shoot their people!!!
As for us, they are destroying what we have the most powerful – our energy resources. They are killing us symbolically, taking away what we do not ask for from the world – bread, warmth and light. They once again want to present us to the world in such a light, as if we do not exist as people but are slaves of vassals. How naive!
A blackout is nothing more than genocide, in which the primary source of life – the entire country’s energy system – is intentionally put into a coma.
The result is a destroyed infrastructure and completely unwavering, strong, disciplined, smiling and cultured Ukrainians.
So, it turns out that the strength lies in the perception of this blackout by Ukrainians, that is, in the absence of any doubt that we will survive, withstand and kill the one destroying us. It is what I call productive hatred. In this way, Ukrainians demonstrate to the world the power of endurance multiplied by contempt for the enemy and the destruction of the enemy as an image of arrogance and contempt for us!
Accordingly, Ukrainians will live through the blackout to the extent of their productive contempt for their enemies and their own ability to adapt to any conditions with incredible strength. Yes, we are talking about adaptation, not negotiations with someone who has never existed in the minds of Ukrainians, because those whose ancestors bled their way to a free life in their native land cannot be weak.
Putin has lost. Everyone knows it. His premiere as the greatest commander and generalissimo of all time and the Muscovite peoples on 24.02.22 failed miserably. There will be no benefit. The curtains are already closed. The blackout is his straw that has long since tilted towards the water. The productive hatred of Ukrainians has destroyed such a powerful werewolf and jester. So, is it worth hating? Of course! And you do not have to tolerate someone destroying your life.
Perhaps, in a hundred years, our great–grandchildren will begin to tolerate it. But it’s up to them…