When is evacuation surrender?

 

'I don’t lose my hope', says wife of Azov soldier

Sky News, along with the BBC, The Guardian and much of the MSM, are reporting (17 May) that the Ukrainian soldiers inside the Azovstal steelworks in Mariupol, have been 'evacuated' and that the area has been 'ceded' to the Russians. Evacuation is a new word for surrender and ceded a new word for defeated. Sky News sympathetically interviews the wife of one of the Ukrainian fighters and clearly identify her as the wife of a member of the Azov Regiment. In the words of Wikipedia these are "The Special Operations Detachment "Azov", also known as the Azov Regiment and the Azov Battalion, is a neo-Nazi unit of the National Guard of Ukraine based in Mariupol in the coastal region of the Sea of Azov, from where it derives its name.”

I will be accused of being a Putin-supporter for writing this, but as a leftist, I trace my politics back to those who Putin hates. The irony being that us leftists used to be accused of taking Russian gold. Today our politicians are weighed down with the stuff, while at the same time arming Nazis and misinforming the public as to what is going on.

SKY NEWS REPORT …

Charlie Ain't My Darling

 

Charlie ain't My Darling

(with apologies to Robert Burns)

Twas on a Tuesday morning,
With Johnson’s words in ear,
When Charlie came to Parliament
The Old Chevalier

Charlie ain’t my darling, my darling, my darling.
Charlie ain’t my darling, the Old Chevalier.

As he came marchin' in the House,
His medals clanging loud and clear.
All the folk came out online
To laugh at Old Chevalier.

Charlie ain’t my darling, my darling, my darling.
Charlie ain’t my darling, the Old Chevalier.

Wi' highland bonnets on their heads
And claymores bright and clear,
They cam' to fight for Liberty
Against Old Chevalier.

Charlie ain’t my darling, my darling, my darling.
Charlie ain’t my darling, the Old Chevalier.

They left their bonnie highland hills,
Their wives and bairnies dear,
To draw the sword for Justice Now,
Against Old Chevalier.

Charlie ain’t my darling, my darling, my darling.
Charlie ain’t my darling, the Old Chevalier.

Oh, there are many beating hearts,
And many hopes and fears,
And many are the prayers put up,
To rid us of Old Chevalier.

Charlie ain’t my darling, my darling, my darling.
Charlie ain’t my darling, the Old Chevalier.