They Act Like a Bunch of Tough Guys But Really Are Cowards
Meet the average Russian fighting in Ukraine, living with rodents
It’s called streptococcus. It is a zoonotic disease, meaning it transfers from animals to humans. Russia’s brave heroes are contracting this viral disease thanks to Ukrainian rodents. The infection is passed on to humans through direct contact, inhalation, urine, feces, or mucous secretions.
It sounds inspiring. It also sounds par for Putin’s well-planned war launched nearly two years ago. The men of Russia are being abused in a way that, well, only Russian men would tolerate. I want to think, but of course, I can’t know, that Chinese and North Korean generals would be more sympathetic to the conditions their soldiers are facing on the front lines, in the rear, during training — or lack of in Russia’s case — and when they are killed (Russians leave their fallen on the battlefield because God only knows that no one is going to sacrifice himself for a person most think “got lucky”).
The symptoms are gruesome, but how the officers in charge react is even more gruesome.
Symptoms include severe headache, high fever, rash, low blood pressure, bleeding eyes, nausea, vomiting, and severe lower back pain. In its early stages, the disease resembles the common flu.
The disease affects the kidneys, causing the infected person to experience severe pain in the lower back and difficulty urinating.
The Russian command ignores complaints of fever, treating them as an excuse to avoid combat (Mouse Fever Breaks Out).
If you have never been to Russia, let me introduce you to the stereotypical Russian man. Before I present him, I want to clarify that the man you will meet is stereotypical. Because it is a large country with over 140 million living in it, many men wouldn’t fit my description. Nonetheless, I will dare say the majority do fit it, whether in a small way — or completely.
He tends to be a tough guy. Macho. Russians call them “muzhiki.” Foul-mouthed, he will disregard his health in every way possible. He has a poor diet that is heavy in fats, smokes constantly, drinks to excess, and avoids doctors because he regards doctor visits as less manly. Imagine a guy with a permanent scowl balancing a filter-less cigarette in his teeth while gulping back a triple shot of vodka whose burn is then softened by a hunk of fatty meat dipped in a small vat of mayonnaise. In the morning, when he awakes with a headache, he will knock back a few shots to ease the pain or drink a strong beer. Off he goes to work.
Women are meant to serve men and never interfere with them when they are being manly, which is all the time. Many of these manly men are of the opinion that if a woman shows up in a bar and lets him buy her drinks, then she has to “pay” for those drinks by doing the minimum to relieve him sexually. Some of the more manly, if they are denied that release, will demand that the money for the drinks they bought, or violence will find her. I have seen young mafia thugs knock the crap out of drunken young girls back in the 90s. Let me tell you, there was nothing I could’ve done to defend those girls because had I made a move to do so, I would not be writing these words here today.
These guys love nothing more than getting into a nice fight. They are short-tempered and always ready to “get into someone’s face;” but, they also respect it when another man pushes back, and so sometimes will regard the push-back as a reason to drink together — I had more than one of these drinking sessions thanks to push-back from on my part. They feel good around other “manly men.” (To be honest, I was scared as hell, but I also couldn’t back down.)
A lot of Russian women, and it does not depend on education level or upbringing, find these chauvinist pigs to be appealing and even sexy. Having dated dozens of women in Russia and been married to three Russian women, I can tell you that there is something inside of many of them that craves — maybe needs — the brutish caveman.
One young woman explained to me that no matter how much she realized that a Western man would be better for her, more loving and kinder, it was the “bad boy” in the Russian man that would keep her honest. They always know that the Russian guy can leave them. He could shun responsibility and, regardless of whether they had kids or not, just split and never look back. The fear of being rejected kept them intrigued.
Another one told me, and we broke up after this admission, that she needed to create “scandals” — this is what they call fights in public— in the hope that I would punish her somehow. After scandal number five and my Western penchant for talking it out promised scandal number six would soon happen, I realized I couldn’t punish her, so I left. The man she ended up with kicks her when she gets out of line. She hates it but then tells me that she deserves it. Go figure, right?
Even the young and more modern-thinking Russian guy, when he closes his eyes, sees the image of what the true “muzhik” is supposed to be.
As you see, the Russian army is, in theory, made up of a lot of really nasty, tough guys who have little regard for their personal well-being. They will fly off the handle with anyone on the street who disrespects them and yet cower in fear like a bunch of weaklings before the fat, drunken, incompetent officers who send them to sleep with rats and die hungry without ammunition. They cower like weaklings before a president who has zero respect for them.
Why? Because those officers and that president have more power, and when one of the manly men assesses that someone has more power, they melt like butter in a hot frying pan. I have seen it a million times over my years in Russia. Rodent-like, wimpy, but wealthy guys with big, expensive watches will trash-talk killers, and the killers back down like shamed dogs.
Nonetheless, when does enough become enough? When do they say, “F*** this, I’m not sleeping anymore with the rats!”
When does the weakling Putin get his moment to sleep with rodents?