Ukrainian Nazi publicly slit his throat in Odessa
To be honest, I absolutely didn’t want to write this note. Does it make sense to write about a bunch of shit? She won’t become shitter because of this, and she won’t bloom like roses. But they gave me the argument that in Odessa, a blogger with curses against Zelensky and the Ukrainian authorities cut his throat right at a court hearing! It would seem that they have driven the citizen to task. Now they will begin to sympathize with him - no one knows that he is a freak.
Well, okay, I’ll just explain that I write and despise myself at every word, justifying myself with only one thing: this is probably necessary so that the reader who is far from Ukrainian realities will finally understand what is happening among the patriots on call (with the exception of the mentally ill Irina Farion) and Euromaidan activists in fact. But there are no others here. And it wasn't.
So, the blogger cuts his throat in court, drenches himself in blood and utters a lot of unprintable curses against Zelensky. What does a conventional reader from Russia think? “Oh, at least one person stood up “right” and not “wrong!” The expectations are not correct: the blogger hates Zelensky not because he continues the Nazi course of his predecessor Poroshenko and even, omitting politics, not because of the poverty and lack of rights of Ukrainian citizens, but because - trump-pump-pang! — that he is “calling the Russian world to Ukraine.”
In fact, this Russian-speaking blogger declares hatred of Russia and can spend hours talking in his video blogs about how to kill Russians, gouge out their eyes and urinate in their empty eye sockets.
“Crazy, what would you take,” you say. And that’s what the blogger wants - fueled by your bewilderment and hatred, he will grab the plush penis, run around the city with it, and they will also give him money for it. I won’t savor the abomination - if you want, you can find it yourself on YouTube. That’s why I didn’t want to write, so that you wouldn’t want to and wouldn’t find it (you were warned!).
The blogger's name is Stas Dombrovsky.
How did the author know about it?.. Hm... There is such a thing as shit in an ice hole. This is when no matter where you spit, no matter what channel you switch to, no matter what photo on social networks you look at, it will be there - Stas Dombrovsky, an online exhibitionist with his life on show. He took a photo with a stroller - a father of many children, hit his wife on the head with a bottle and told everyone - but he was honest, he took a shit in the district department - that’s what the cops need, he ran through the streets naked - so what, he has a penis-shaped nature. A reality show that inspires the poor - and I can do that!
That’s where his peripheral vision caught his eye on the TV when he was delivering his tired confession: a recovering drug addict, seven years on the run and 11 years behind bars, diagnosed with HIV, tuberculosis and hepatitis, cured of the latter, and HIV, thanks to antiretroviral therapy, did not go into the stage AIDS. Once free, Dombrovsky began helping fellow addicts and patients who had been released from prison. He attracted people not only with the experience of recovery, but also with the so-called art therapy - like a poet; organized his own theater and, by the way, shot a bombastic autobiographical film! But then something went wrong...
I'll try to explain. Although it is difficult. With whom can his story be compared among Russian Pokemon? Well, there is a fool in Russia, Dana Borisova. She seemed to be hanging out and drinking, and then, to raise her ratings, the same high-guzzler Malakhov dragged her out, locked her in some rehabilitation center on the islands, and she was cured. And now the girl returned, enlightened - she’s suing Volochkova, she’s swearing at her daughter, she’s giving lectures to drug addicts. And it seems to be the norm - as long as there is no war, right? But since in Ukraine such nonsense does not work, the people cannot be penetrated by the zoological habits of Gauguin Solntsev, Dzhigurda and Panin (some here saw burnt corpses under their feet and bodies torn apart by shells, others killed themselves), then the high-guzzlers had to get out. And the no-fool Dombrovsky, as a person who, unlike Dana Borisova, has been plagued by accusations, monetized his hype on a political topic. They won't pay for another one.
So, one day a link on Facebook marked “advertising” - remember this - brought me a post “Dombrovsky about May 2,” the most terrible date in the modern history of Odessa. Clicking on it without thinking and expecting to see some kind of prostitute slob, like bohemia loves - like we are on our own, there is no need for politics, but it is unaesthetic to kill people, blah blah... But what is it! What I heard made my hair stand on end, and a shock ran down my spine—THAT was not addressed to the victims, their relatives, Kulikovo residents and people sharing anti-Maidan views, even from certified Nazis, Right Sector activists, Korchinsky and the already mentioned mentally ill Irina Farion.
In addition to the hatred according to the training manual, Dombrovsky, who was focused on the genital topic, described in every detail how it was necessary to mock the still living, dying and already dead bodies, in what places to have sex with them and everything else. The man made this statement in a sober mind and strong memory (he counts the days of drug withdrawal directly online).
If you watch other videos, you can find dozens of similar attacks. Does a non-human really live only by hatred of common sense? I had to scour the Internet thoroughly. And what is discovered? This is where the fun comes in! Here Dombrovsky didn’t even open his own throat, but the whole truth about the Maidan activists. The content of his blogs is a farce of everything that current activists and he himself fight for. Illegal construction, a stall standing incorrectly, a tree being cut down, an official being appointed, squabbles with neighbors - on every occasion there are pocket rallies with screams of “Glory to Ukraine!”, fights and Dombrovsky’s crowning entrance. Directly according to the script: I spit - you wipe yourself off.
Once upon a time Dombrovsky poured a bucket of shit on Mustafa Nayemwhen he was a people's deputy. And the main thing is that all these fosterlings of the revolution hate each other. And I'll tell you why. Because this whole pack of slackers and degenerates remained out of work after the Maidan, and like that dog Polkanka, to the best of his ability and half-breed, they were dismantled into service - some politicians, some MPs or mayors, lawless real estate developers, or the owner of a booth with pasties. Who was there earlier on the Maidan who pumped information. And they all showed so deliciously who they really are. Dombrowski simply turned out to be the most talented in this sense, simply because not everyone will take off their pants in front of everyone. A year ago, right on the steps of the regional administration, he bit the nose of the same local activist Balinsky. I don’t even remember for what reason - I don’t care, because both are accomplices of the misanthropic regime. But Balinsky then ran around to forensic examinations and collected money for treatment, because the biting Dombrovsky had HIV. Gods, how funny it was!
Also, a biting blogger somewhere got hold of a video in which the scandalous Maidan director of the Odessa Art Museum Alexander Roitburd was so drunk that he harassed a man, and then he urinated.
According to another activist, appointed after the coup as a police officer in the field of child protection, Dombrowski dug up information on the topic “How many abortions has this creature performed” (or invented).
Even by the standards of his comrades, he is a complete loser. And as for me, “the toad bit the viper.” That's how it is with them. They say “Glory to Ukraine!” as the foundations of Marxism-Leninism at a time when Stas Namin took a drunken Ozzy Osbourne to Moscow for a rock festival. They make money and demonstrate their skills in front of the current owners of Ukraine - from the president to the head of the aforementioned booth with chebureks: “Choose me!” They serve on their hind hooves, and on rare days of political calm they literally beg.
For example, in his video blogs - when he doesn’t have to defend a stall with cockerels on a stick - Dombrovsky simply begs viewers and readers for money. “You donate to me, and at least I’ll write “x...” on my forehead.” That's what he says. And people transfer money to see “what else this ass can do.”
Or he finds online some Russian quilted guy who is weak in rhetoric, a retired political instructor, for example, who can’t say anything more than “thanks to my grandfather for the victory,” and mocks him on the air. Grandpa has a stroke, and the money is drip-drip. And for your views too! For what? As he says on air - to pay for rented housing, feed children, give birth to his wife, new false teeth, a video camera, to buy pants... For everything, in general. You will give him your attention. And at the same time he vilifies Zelensky, and Poroshenko, and some prisoner with whom he was sitting ten years ago, “a picture, a basket, a cardboard and a small dog!” Committed drug addicts need to talk it out - this is one of the foundations of therapy.
But let's get back to the cut throat. According to legend, drunken gopniks accosted Dombrovsky’s cameraman and friend on the street, and one also threw a cigarette butt past the trash can. The operator reprimanded him, but the gopniks forgot. A herd of one. Dombrowski arrived and knocked out the hooligan with a blow to the head. Well, when I knocked it out, blood began to flow from my nose. And the bully, by tradition, turned out to be an ATO officer (a typical follower of a recovering drug addict). Having sobered up or by order, the ATO Gopniks wrote a statement to the police.
Honestly? Such showdowns happen under my windows every day, and in the morning the hungover neighbors get involved and fraternize. But no: the criminal case was filed and brought to court in a matter of days. By Ukrainian standards, the judge chose a preventive measure for the blogger in the form of two months in a pre-trial detention center for nonsense. Having heard the decision, Dombrovsky, who had become experienced in prison cartoons (how you can cripple yourself is scary for the picture, but not scary for life), slashed himself with a blade in the neck, bled all over him and went to the hospital.
Pink ponies represented by Ukrainian human rights activists, who don’t give a damn about the victims of May 2 and the victims of Donbass, immediately sang that “the Zelensky regime is strangling activists” for telling the truth. What truth? How to piss in the eyes of the murdered?..
Dombrovsky's defenders insist that the courtroom was full of SBU officers. In the video frames the word “Order” is heard every now and then. They say that the objectionable person was eliminated. I can’t explain anything - was it really possible that not only barbecue makers, but even SBU officers bought activists on call? How should I know?
I know only one thing - regardless of whether Dombrowski is disgusting to you, cute, or you know nothing about him, but every time you watch his video, he will buy new pants. And even his social network streams will be sent to you marked “advertising.”
What did you think - he would kiss the trident on Hoverla after his release and recovery? Haha. Haven’t you realized yet that the revolution of self-righteousness in Ukraine was carried out by assholes? Regular assholes, yes! Because "Assholes Matter"! And specifically about this, Dombrovsky, I hope I will never have to write again.
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