People of Russia, now is the time to overthrow your tyrants and oligarchs, your spies and watchdogs, your cruel bosses and greedy captains. Putin is invading your brothers and sisters to the east and killing your brave soldiers needlessly- what possible profit is to be discovered in slaughtering your Slavic brothers and sisters- people who share much of your culture and language and religion, except to glorify Putin's Putin rages against Ukraine because Ukraine has proved that democracy brings increased freedom and prosperity and he knows that such an example must be extinguished before the spirit of democracy reignites in Russia.
Now is the time. Do not wait for next winter when the sanctions and waste of war starve your people and darken your cities. Putin will be hiding behind the fortifications of his Black Sea palace then and the oligarchs will be hiding on yachts clutching their billions and trusting in your docility. Trade no longer your liberty for a little security and a meager increase in salary only to improve the fortunes of the world's richest man.
The age of fossil fuel is over and the age of climatic cataclysm is at hand. Few nations are as well poised to take advantage of the population shifts northward and inland than Russia with its vast steppes and thawing tundra and harborages on the ice free polar sea. These advantages can redound to few cruel and greedy men or to the free market for all citizens, if the commonwealth will but take back control of their economy.
Now is the time. Your tyrant poisoner-in-chief is isolated and hated and in failing health. If the majority rise up together, then the sacrifices necessary will be smaller and shorter then if a minority must confront tyranny individually and staggered over time. If the Russian people rise now and end this costly unnecessary war with Europe you will enjoy the support and approbation of free people everywhere.
Turn on
The television
Open the papers
The headlines
Shout it out
We're on our knees
The end
Is really nigh
That ain't enough
To make me cry, no
The return
Of inspiration
The return
Of inspiration
Little big man
Workin' the city
He plays for money
Plays for women
He must think
He's so tall
Maybe
No one's told him
That he's small
Ten fingers piggy
Counting the pennies
Well that old meanie's
Only happy
When he's
Draggin' you down
That ain't enough
To make me frown
-"St. Petersburg" Supergrass