The key thing to understand about anti-anti-Russia thinkers is that their worldview treats the war in Ukraine as if it is being waged by the United States. Absent this premise, their arguments are unintelligible. But if you read them with the assumption that Washington has masterminded the conflict, everything clicks into place.
Anti-anti-Russians had already arrived at the conclusion that Ukraine’s war was an American plot to undermine Russia.
The purest expression of this worldview comes from influential Fox News guest analyst, Glenn Greenwald:
“Seemed clear from the start this was the US goal for its involvement in the war in Ukraine. Seems clearer each day the US role deepens. Many other side benefits - a huge boon to weapons manufacturers - but weakening Russia is the goal. Sadly, Ukraine's destruction is the price.”
— Glenn Greenwald April 25, 2022
This is an inversion of reality Orwell could only admire. Ukraine’s destruction is the objective of Russia’s invasion, not the “price” of American aid to Ukraine. Indeed, American aid to Ukraine is designed to prevent its destruction.
Ukrainians are begging for American aid because they don’t want to be destroyed. The absence of assistance from the west would mean Russian troops raping, looting, and bombing their way across the country.
The anti-anti-Russians have arrived at this bizarre alternative reality after years of delusional thinking. They have spent the better part of two decades refusing to believe that Ukrainians want to live in a sovereign democracy rather than a Russian vassal state ruled by a Putin-aligned kleptocrat. They have accordingly treated every expression of Ukrainian nationalism as a tool of American aggression. The Maidan protests, the election of Zelenskyy, the resistance to the invasion have all been reimagined in their minds as a plot originated in Washington. (source)
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Bruhh, not me googling my symptoms and it comes up with freaking meningitis 😭
that's what you get for googling them 😂 im surprised it didn't just tell you that you have some sort of cancer lol
homie, get some rest, some cold medications, some tea (because we've learned coffee is bad for you), and get the fuck off google 😂
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Tell us about the wellness to fash pipeline tho
Here's a recent piece from the guardian on wellness communities and Qanon, so don't take my word for it.
"Wellness" is not just alternative medicine, it is essentially a theory of the body which posits if something makes you feel better, you are better in some meaningful way. I would argue it one of the most commonly held nonreligious magical beliefs in the modern world.
Wellness as a concept has its genesis in the 1950s with "workplace wellness" programs, a sort of budget alternative to offering employee healthcare benefits. This was an era soaked in itinerant business preachers offering classes on things like "hypnosis at a management level" and "yoga to improve leadership abilities". I am exaggerating for effect, but not by much.
The capitalist medical system regularly abandons people. We've all heard stories of profit driven pharmaceudical companies holding the ill hostage for extreme markup on life-saving medicines. People have real, legitimate, reasons to mistrust medical professionals.
Let's say you have chronic pain, and everything your doctor offers you is either ineffective, expensive, or addictive. You are desperate for literally any release, so you start looking into other solutions. You will find an OCEAN of snake-oil salesmen willing to sell you "the secrets doctors don't want you to know."
What is frustrating, is that pain is actually partially psychological. Some wellness techniques may have an actual, medical, benefit on some patients. The worst thing a conspiracy theorist can have is a point. So now you actually do kinda feel better, and you have a sense of loyalty to the grifter selling you 300$ Sumerian Cock Oil Pills. These people are the core of the wellness industry. They are the examples that everyone else points to and says "Well it worked for them!"
Reactionary thought blooms in environments like this. If the medical industry can't be trusted, what else can't be trusted? At any given time, you are two clicks away from "vaccines cause autism." Three clicks away from "Cavemen were 15 feet tall because they only ate meat." And four clicks away from "The medical industry is controlled by The Jews to drain our wallets and keep us sick." Echoes of Nazi attitudes towards German-Jewish doctors are a common backbeat.
Wellness itself is relatively harmless, (compared to the things it is adjacent to) but it acts as a sort of idealogical airport that exposes the curious to a deluge of potentially radicalizing communities. The longer you spend in communities like this, the higher the chance you'll come across something that meshes perfectly with your own biases.
If y'all wanna learn more about wellness and pseudomedicine grifters, I highly recommend the podcast Maintenance Phase.
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So. Time to slander my friends step dad. Last time I was over there, there were literally no good spices in the spice cabinet. Like, the whitest spice cabinet I’ve ever seen, like had white pepper but no paprika, no Lawry’s (we’re in the south not having that is a cardinal sin), no lemon pepper, no chives, hell not even onion or garlic powder. Now the reason I was looking through the spice cabinet was bc I wanted to make us ramen and I add spices to mine. So my reaction was “this is the whitest spice cabinet I’ve ever seen” and my friends step dad took great offense to this. After I left apparently I was banned from the house, bc I insulted “his cooking” friends mom threw a fit cause we’d been best friends and then he started spewing homophobic bs. The reason I know all this was bc me and my friend were on the phone and he was yelling abt it so loud I could hear him. I wish I could make this shit up. On the upside, said friends bio dad (who is a lovely person) likes me and actually took me to my first pride, he gave me a sandwich when I wasn’t feeling well :)
Side note: I’m working on a long set of mk hc I’m just hella burnt out
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✦Incorrect C.O.D Quotes, since AO3 is down✦
Gaz: I wanna know what exactly your type is.
Y/N: I'm not just gonna give you more fodder to throw at me-
Gaz: I have an idea of it already, but I want details!
Y/N: No!
Gaz: Like- König! Would you-
Y/N: Of fuckin’ course I wanna fuck König! He’s huge, he could LITERALLY snap me in half and my dad didn’t love me, of course I want him to fuck me!
Soap: *does that weird inhale-choke-cough*
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(Dick mention + a woman’s experience of a dude making gross comments. It’s funny I swear-)
Fem!medic!Y/N: most of the time, people are pretty nice and sometimes impressed when when I bring up I’m a medical professional. Other times…eh..
Soap: Eh?
Y/N: Sometimes you get conspiracy theorists.
Soap: Ohhhh…
Y/N: Some evangelists, gross dudes.
Gaz: Gross dudes? What’s the worst you’ve heard?
Ghost, sipping a whiskey: This outta be good.
Y/N: Uh, once I told this man hitting on me I was a field doctor? He said, and I quote. “Been awhile since my last check up, mind checking me for ball cancer.” And I-
Gaz: WHAT
Soap: YOU’RE KIDDING
Y/N: I am not. I just- I walked away.
Price: Fuckin’ hell.
Y/N: It’s fine. He got shot in the dick next mission, ended up with a male doctor.
Ghost: Karma at its best.
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Graves: Oh FUCK YOU
Y/N: Tsk, oooo…you don’t have enough money for that.
Soap: HAHA!
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Soap, drunk: Back Street’s back, alright! Do do do do-
Gaz, drunk on Price’ shoulders: Dodooodo-
Price: Simon, get your boy.
Ghost: *picking Soap up by his belt, carrying him like a bag* Yes sir.
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Recruit: When you gonna stop giving me blue balls?
Gaz: Whoa hey!-
Y/N: Aight, I got my steel toes on. How bout we make’em black and blue?
Recruit: I-
Y/N: Shut the fuck up. I’ve already turned you down, get a hint. Word of advice? Rather than shoot for the stars, maybe shoot your shot in your lower bracket, yeah?
Recruit:
Gaz: Someone get a fire extinguisher, this dudes been burned.
Soap: On it. *sprays recruit with fire extinguisher*
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Soap: Nice onesie, does it come in men’s?
Gaz, in his pyjamas: I think you cum enough in men for the all of us.
Soap: ACK-
Ghost: *slides out of the room*
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Ghost: Have you ever considered, just once, using your brain first?
Soap: Now why would I do that?
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(Insert random name I HC for Laswell’s wife)
Kate, after being in a bad explosion and ending up in this hospital: My wife, she’ll get upset if she sees you rubbing me like that on my chest.
Diana: I am your wife.
Kate ….
Diana: :)
Heart rate monitor: BEEPBEEPBEEPBE-
Kate Hi.
Diana: Hehe, hi.
Gaz, in the corner: Oh to be in love.
Soap: This is disgusting, why can’t I have this? >:,(
Gaz: Cause your type in men is awful.
Soap: Hey!
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Y/N: *walks into common room* Hello, I am very upset. I feel a meltdown coming on and you are all buff men, so I would like to request being picked up and held like a baby for a short period of time, please.
Soap: Do you want to talk about what’s bothering you?
Y/N: Nope.
König: ….*slowly approaches and picks Y/N up from under their arms*
Y/N, clinging to him like a koala and hiding in his shoulder: Thank you, I appreciate you.
König: *awkward back pat*
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König: :)
Y/N: Bloopbloopbloopbloop-
Horagi: Y/N!
Y/N: What?
Horagi: Tha-That is our colo-that is a dangerous man!
Y/N: He’s not a dangerous man!
Horagi: What are y-
Y/N: We’re bloopin’! Bloopbloopbloop-
König: -w-
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Price: Kid, I need you to-
Gaz & Y/N: *dancing like they don’t have jobs to do*
Gaz: Go stink!
Y/N: Fuck it up!
Gaz: Go stink!
Y/N: Fuck it up!
Gaz: Go stink!
Y/N: That’s what’s up!
Gaz: Go stink!
Y/N: I’m in love!
Price: AHEM
Gaz: Oh shit-
Y/N: HEEEYY captaaaaiinn, what’s uuupp ahaha…
Price: *sigh*
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(Based on; Me if COD was real. Deadass. Full serious. I am not kidding)
Gaz: So have you met the Captain yet?
Y/N: No.
Gaz: Are you nervous?
Y/N: No no, I have a firm belief that they’re just people. Obviously I’ll respect him as a superior but that’s nnnnnnnnwho the hell is that?
Y/N: *fucking breaking their neck*
Gaz: Oh- Nope. No no, THAT is Captain. Don’t think about it.
Y/N: I’m thinking about it.
Gaz: That’s not allowed.
Y/N: Ive done worse for less, if he asks I’m sucking it, you can’t stop me.
Gaz: Jesus Bloody Christ-
Y/N: Tell him to call me when he’s on leave.
Gaz: Stop-
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König: *walks in*
Ghost: ??
Soap: Oh, hey!
Gaz: Y’a need somethi-
König: *picks up Y/N under his arm while humming, leaving the room*
König: I love stealing, I love taking things!~
Ghost: What the f-
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Colonel!König: I’m 42 so, I don’t-
Y/N: YOU’RE 42?!
Colonel!König: Yeah.
Y/N: …it’s okay no one has to know babygirl~
König: NEIN! Nein, don’t call me babygirl!-
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(Based on this awful Gaz outfit I saw on Twitter)
MILF!Y/N: *doing paperwork*
Gaz: Would you date me?
Y/N: Baby we couldn’t even get a drink together. You can’t buy me nothin.
Gaz: What do you mean? :(
Y/N: Look at your outfit! What are you wearing?
Gaz: I think I look pretty fly.
Y/N: For who, your mom?
Gaz: :((
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Gaz: STOP DATING MY CAPTAIN
Y/N: ….you know what, I’m gonna start dating him even harder.
Gaz: What’s that supposed to mean?
Y/N: You know what it means.
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MILF!Y/N: *shoving apple juice into a cart* They gon’ need nutrition.
Laswell: How many kids do you have?
MILF!Y/N: Eleven!
Laswell: So I’m assuming your kids really like apple juice?
MILF!Y/N: No but they looove orange juice but they’ve been bad this week.
Laswell: What grade are your kids in?
MILF!Y/N: Sixteenth grade.
Laswell: PFFT Sixteenth- that’s not even a grade! So your kids graduated college?
MILF!Y/N: No they, they- …where are my kids?
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(Her “kids” on the other side of the store)
Price: Boys please-
Gaz: I AM NOT LOSING!
Soap, in a fuckin’ headlock with him: Yes you fuckin’ are!!
Ghost: *slipping cookies under his mask, he did not pay for them*
König: *looking for a fruity snack*
Horagi: *grabbing as many packs of spicy chips as he can*
Alejandro: This is a disgrace. *holding up frozen burritos*
Rudy: These are worse. *motions to frozen tamales*
Alex: Did you know you can use coke as rust remover?
Farah: …and you want to drink it??
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Y/N: So. Kyle.
Gaz, already afraid: …yes?
Y/N: I found some of your old playlists…
Gaz:
Y/N:
Gaz:
Y/N: You an emo?
Gaz: I was a SCENE as a teenager, get it right.
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