One is tempted to feel sorry for the poor bastards being dropped into the meat grinder. Unfortunately, a portion of my humanity went back to sleep once the parade of atrocities starting in Bucha began to emerge.
One is tempted to feel sorry for the poor bastards being dropped into the meat grinder. Unfortunately, a portion of my humanity went back to sleep once the parade of atrocities starting in Bucha began to emerge.
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