🤢Meanwhile, the Latvian parliament approved a proposal to demolish the monument to the liberator of Riga, to which people were not allowed to lay flowers, then the brought flowers were collected by a tractor and thrown into the trash, and then the people brought new flowers and many times more than in the beginning….

No monument - no memory, no people with flowers, no glorification of the Red Army, which gave so many lives for the freedom of Europe.

However, the speed with which the countries of Europe say goodbye to their sovereignty and freedom, as well as their rights, is impressive. So everything is logical - they don’t need it, which means that the memory with monuments is out of the way, they prevent from strongly welcoming the new Nazi way of life ....

Calvin Klein launches new 'pregnant man' lingerie collection campaign.

Curiously, when all these people prove that black is white, what will they do next? What is the ‘long-term strategy for increasing progressiveness’?…. 🤔

Bono has always been part of the club, that’s why he paraded himself with Zelensky.

Who will be next?
I have never seen so many politicians and celebrities visit a war zone in my life!

https://t.me/LauraAbolichannel

CORRECT ANSWER: The US Armed Forces, with their colossal budget, exist and are pumped up with funds for only one thing - PRESERVING THE US DOLLAR AS THE MAIN UNDISPUTABLE RESERVE CURRENCY.

what are the historical background of today's inflation in the United States and the prospects for the near future, where the United States is extremely interested in a full-scale war with ... China?

SWITZERLAND
What's happening in Geneva May 22-28?
WHO gets the green light as a 'supra-government body' that will have the authority to dictate to member countries (194 countries) protocols and processes in case of 'health emergencies'.
The corresponding Agreement with the member countries is planned to be signed in July...

Interestingly, all this is happening at the initiative of the Biden administration, which quietly sent their proposals on this topic to the WHO over the winter. That is, the US administration is interested that all countries unconditionally obey some common protocol in the event of ‘new pandemics and epidemics’…. Hmmm….. when you have biolaboratories all over the world and you can orchestrate biological ‘emergency’ where it suits you, and then the country is obliged to comply with the requirements for lockdowns, etc. - this is very convenient, isn’t it? In fact - a new stage in the war for the enslavement of the world.

It's time to leave the WHO. Everyone.

John Lennon, July 6, 1968 🧐

🔥Christine Anderson MEP🔥 on FIRE calling out the WHO treaty which destroys sovereignty and accountability.

Who in the UK Parliament is speaking out against this.

Not one single MP!

YEMEN - During the war, 377,000 people died, including tens of thousands of children…. The war continues, the number grows.

Where are the 🇾🇪 flags of Yemen on avatars? Where is the attention of the world and the desire to save people from further torment?

And no, this is not about whataboutism - this is the reality of our common anxiety about the agendas that we are fed through the screens, strictly those and in the way that is beneficial to someone. Everything else doesn't count.

VATICAN - The Pope have a guests - Mr. Verzilov (from the famous 'museum protest' where he had sex with his pregnant wife in public with another couple) escorted two Nazi wives from the Azov Battalion to the pontiff, who asked for assistance in releasing their spouses and friends from the Azovstal complex 🧐
...i thought i'd seen everything..

God has no hands but ours, and the Word of Truth will not sound except from our lips. Even if your cheeks bleed later and tears of sadness cover your eyes, you cannot remain silent when you see how Truth is being killed.

I often think about what has been happening in Latvia in recent weeks in relation to the monuments to the liberator soldier, to people who honor the memory of those who died in that war….

Latvia, have you forgotten? 👇👇

Salaspils - Latvia

Most of the children in the camp did not stay long: their blood was needed in the west. They were sent to other camps in covered canvas trucks. The nearest one is Salaspils. This concentration camp was established by the Nazis in 1941 on the territory of Latvia. Children from Belarus, Pskov and Leningrad regions, captured during punitive operations, were brought here.
The official name is Salaspils Extended Police Prison and Labor Education Camp. Here were the juvenile prisoners whom the Nazis used in their medical experiments. During the three years of the existence of the Salaspils camp, more than 3.5 thousand liters of children's blood were pumped out. Quite often, juvenile prisoners became “full donors”. This meant that their blood was taken until they died. The corpses were destroyed in crematorium ovens or dumped into disposal pits. In one of them, a German woman accidentally found a barely breathing Belarusian girl, Zina Kazakevich: after another blood sampling, she fell asleep. She was presumed dead. She woke up already in the house of a compassionate German woman: the Frau passed by the disposal pit, noticed a stir, pulled the girl out and left her.

Matsulevich Nina recalls: “When the war began, I was six years old. We have matured very quickly. Before my eyes - several motorcycles, submachine gunners. It became scary, and we immediately ran to my mother in the hut. We tried to escape from the police raid, my mother hid us in a vegetable pit. We left at night. For a long time they wandered through the wheat field in the hope of finding at least someone they knew. After all, no one thought that the war would be so long. And the Germans found us in the forest. They attacked us with dogs, pushed us with machine guns, took us out onto the road and brought us to the railway station. Heat. There is a wish. I want to drink. All are tired. In the evening the train arrived, and we were all pushed into the car. No toilet. Only in the right side of the car some small hole was cut.

We drove endlessly. So it seemed to me. The train stopped all the time. Finally, we were ordered to leave. We ended up in the camp of the city of Daugavpils. They pushed us into the cells. Where from time to time they snatched and brought back beaten, wounded, tortured by violence seventeen-year-old girls. They threw them on the floor and no one was allowed to come near.

Our younger sister Tonya died there. I don't remember exactly how much time passed - a month, a week. After some time, we were again taken to the prison yard and pushed into cars.

We were brought to the Salaspils camp. The Germans called it the "blood factory". there were three-year-old children and even infants!

Tokens were put around our necks, from that moment on we ceased to have the right to give our names. Only number. We didn't stay long in the barracks. We were built on the square. According to the tags, they identified and took away my two sisters, they were taken away and gone. After some time, we were again lined up on the square and my mother was again taken away by numbers. We were left alone. When my mother was taken, she could no longer walk. She was led by the arms. And then they took her by the arms and legs, blabbed and threw her into the back of the truck. They did the same with others.

They let us out for a walk. Of course, I wanted to cry and scream. But we were not allowed to do this. We still held on to what we knew: behind our barracks there are barracks where prisoners of war, Russian soldiers was. We quietly turn our backs to them, and they quietly told us: “Guys, you are Soviet children, be patient a little, don’t hang your noses. Don't think we're abandoned here. We will be released soon. Believe in our victory."

We wrote down in our hearts that we should not cry and moan.

And the worst thing was when the Germans went into the barracks and laid out their white instruments on the tables. And each of us was laid on the table, we voluntarily extended our hand. And those who tried to resist were tied up. It was useless to scream. So they took blood from children for German soldiers. From 500 grams and more.

If the child could not reach, they carried him and took away all the blood already mercilessly and immediately carried him out the door. Most likely, he was thrown into a pit or a crematorium. Day and night there was a smelly, black smoke. So they burned the corpses.

After the war, we were there with excursions, it still seems that the earth is groaning.

In the mornings, a Latvian matron came in, a tall blonde in a cap, in long boots, with a whip. She shouted in Latvian: “What do you want? Black or white bread? If the child said that he wanted white bread, he was pulled off the bunk - the warden beat him with this whip until he lost consciousness.

Then we were brought to Jurmala. It was a little easier there. At least there were beds. The food was pretty much the same. We were taken to the dining room. We stood at attention. They had no right to sit down until we read the prayer "Our Father", until we wish Hitler good health and his quick victory.

Every child had ulcers, if you scratch it, it bleeds. Sometimes the boys managed to get salt. They gave it to us and we carefully with two fingers, carefully squeezed these precious white grains and began to rub this sore with this salt. You don't peep, you don't groan. Suddenly the teacher is close. This will be an emergency - where did they get the salt. An investigation will begin. Beaten, killed.

And in 1944 we were liberated. 3 July. I remember this day. Our teacher - she was the best, spoke Russian - said: "Get ready and run to the door, on tiptoe, so that there is no rustle." She took us away at night in the dark to a bomb shelter. And when we were released from the bomb shelter, everyone shouted "Hurrah." And we saw our soldiers.

We were taught to write the letter "a" on the newspaper. And when the war ended, we were transferred to another orphanage. We were given a vegetable garden. Here we began to live like human beings.

They began to take pictures of us, to find out where someone was born. And I didn't remember anything. Only the name is the village of Koroleva.
One day we heard that Germany had capitulated.

The soldiers lifted us under the armpits and threw us up like balls. They and we cried, this day gave life to us, very many.
We were given papers: we were assigned to the first category of victims. And in brackets it was indicated - "medical experiments." We don't know what the German doctors did to us. Maybe some drugs were administered - I don't know. All I know is that I'm still alive. Our doctors are surprised how I live with the complete absence of the thyroid gland. I lost it. It was like a thread.

And I couldn't find out exactly where I was born. Two girls I knew were taken from an orphanage. I sat and cried. The girls' mother looked at me for a long time and remembered that she knew my mother and father. She wrote my address on a small piece of paper. I pounded on the teacher's door with my fists and shouted: "Look where I was born."

And then I was persuaded to calm down. Two weeks later, the answer came - no one was alive. Grief and tears.

And my mother was found. It turns out she was taken to Germany. We began to gather together.

I remember my meeting with my mother in every detail.

Somehow I looked out the window. I see a woman coming. Tanned. I shout: “Mom came to someone. They'll pick it up today." But for some reason I was shaking all over. The door to our room opens, the son of our teacher comes in and says: “Nina, go, they are sewing a dress for you there.”

I go in and see a woman sitting on a small stool near the wall, near the door. I passed by. I go to the teacher, who is standing in the middle of the room, went up to her, clung to her. And she asks: “Do you recognize this woman?” I answer: "No."

“Ninochka, daughter, I am your mother,” my mother could not stand it.

And my legs gave out, like cotton steel, wooden. They don't listen to me, I can't move. I huddle up to the teacher, I huddle, I just can’t believe in my happiness.

“Ninochka, daughter, come to me,” mother calls again.

Then the teacher brought me to my mother, seated me next to me. Mom hugs, kisses me, asks questions. I told her the names of brothers and sisters, neighbors who lived next to us. So we were finally convinced of our relationship.

My mother took me from the orphanage, and we went to our homeland, to Belarus.


There was something terrible going on. There was a current on the outskirts of our village. There was threshing grain. So the Germans gathered all the inhabitants who remained and did not run away like us. After all, people thought that the war would not last long and they survived the Finnish and the First World War, the Germans did nothing with them. They just did not know that the Germans were completely different. They drove all the residents into the current, doused them with gasoline. And those who survived from flamethrowers were burned alive. Some were shot in the square, forcing people to dig a hole ahead of time. My own uncle's whole family died like this: his wife and four children were burned alive in his house.

And we stayed alive. I have granddaughters. And I would like to wish everyone happiness and health, and also learn to love your Motherland.

The Nazis burned the archives, but those who saw their atrocities with their own eyes are still alive. Another camp prisoner, Faina Augustane, recalls: “Blood was taken from children when we were all assigned to barracks. It was scary when you walk in the fog and do not know if you will come back. I saw a girl who was lying on the aisle, she had a piece of skin cut out on her leg. Bloody, she moaned. Faina Augustone is outraged by the official position of today's Latvian authorities, who claim that there was a labor camp here. “It's a disgrace,” she says. “They took blood from the children, the children died and they were stacked in piles. My younger brother is missing. I saw that he was still crawling, and then on the second floor they tied him to a table. His head hung to one side. I called him: "Gene, Gene." And then he disappeared from this place. He was thrown like a piece of wood into the grave, which was filled to the brim with dead children.

The labor camp was the official designation in the Nazi papers for this terrible place. And those who repeat this today are repeating Nazi-Hitler phraseology.

Immediately after the liberation of Latvia in 1944, an Extraordinary State Commission to investigate the atrocities of the Nazi invaders was created on the basis of the Decree of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR. In May 1945, having examined only a fifth of the territory of the death camp (54 graves), the commission found 632 corpses of a child aged presumably from five to ten years. The bodies were arranged in layers. Moreover, in all, without exception, Soviet doctors found fir cones and bark in the ventricles, traces of terrible starvation were visible. Some children were found to have been injected with arsenic.

Newsreels of those years impartially show piles of small corpses under the snow. Buried alive adults stood in their grave.

During the excavations, a terrible picture was found, the photograph of which later shocked more than one generation and was called the “Salaspils Madonna” - a mother buried alive, clutching a child to her chest.

There were 30 barracks in the camp, and the largest one was for children.

The Extraordinary Commission found that about 7,000 children were tortured here, and about 100,000 people died in total, more than in Buchenwald.