Turrurrurrurrrrrrr posted:

I sniped a PM to Putin.

Judge Schnoopy posted:

This is clear escalation thanks for activating the nukes dipsgit

Pot Smoke Phoenix posted:

Alan Smithee posted:

https://x.com/Havoc_Six/status/1708528743537348887?s=20

fatherboxx posted:

In the comments they say it was originally from Russian channels.
Spidey keeps making bad decisions

Pot Smoke Phoenix posted:

Tafferling posted:

I'm sad to see Puccia go though, my grandmas cat was named Pucci and everytime Putin stirred more poo poo at least I got fuzzy feelings remembering the fat old bastard.
I mean, it's one of the least threatening words ever.

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Moscow authorities published the addresses of secret facilities of Russian security agencies

Investigators from the "Dossier" center found on the website of the Moscow City Hall a document with the title "List of consumers of electric power (capacity), the restriction of the regime of electric power consumption of which may lead to economic, environmental and social consequences". It is there that the addresses of restricted facilities are listed.

The list of special Moscow electricity consumers approved by Sergei Sobyanin includes addresses where employees of secret agencies are registered. Among them is building 91 on Profsoyuznaya Street. The document also lists specific apartments, presumably belonging to intelligence officers.

The largest concentration of secret facilities is located in the Serebryany Bor, a specially protected natural area in the area of Moscow. There are military unit facilities belonging to the Foreign Intelligence Service, as well as plots intended for "defense and security" and "operation of a service dacha."

The building in Stoleshnikov Pereulok, where the famous Jean-Jacques café is located, turned out to be somehow connected with the Federal Protective Service. In the border region of Bryansk, officials even noted a temporary mobile FSB station. And in St. Petersburg, the law enforcement agencies have several dachas in the most elite neighborhoods of the city.

Such information is a state secret, and for the disclosure of addresses under Article 283 of the Criminal Code threatens up to seven years in prison.

The file was placed in the section "Special Group" on the site of the mayor's office, now it is no longer available.

The investigators also found similar files on the websites of the administrations of St. Petersburg, the Leningrad region, the frontline Belgorod and Bryansk regions, the Primorsky Krai, Kamchatka, Chechnya and North Ossetia.

Also, the lists include addresses belonging to the Ministry of Defense and captions to them: "ammunition depot", "refueling point" and "storage facility". According to the investigators, the addresses of these facilities may already be known to the Ukrainian security services and could be used as potential targets for strikes.

Therefore, the journalists created a map in which they indicated all possible potential targets for strikes, so that ordinary residents could understand the risks of living near such places.

Bertha the Toaster posted:

So Russia just posted a list of all their secret locations in the Moscow area.

https://twitter.com/nexta_tv/status/1708801052756082758

Bertha the Toaster posted:

So Russia just posted a list of all their secret locations in the Moscow area.

https://twitter.com/nexta_tv/status/1708801052756082758

Dwesa posted:

BBC article on Russian police state that cannot fund its police

Some quotes



good

Kung Food posted:

Just in time to deal with a flood of returning conscripts sourced from Russia's violent prison population who now have an extra helping of ptsd!

Judge Schnoopy posted:

This is clear escalation thanks for activating the nukes dipsgit

Flyinglemur posted:

This covers The Who, The What, The Where and The When but not The Why.

Why?


edit: more accurately it probably does say that but I'm not getting it

Potrzebie posted:

I'm very triggered by the use of dipsgit as a derogatory term.

Judge Schnoopy posted:

This is clear escalation thanks for activating the nukes dipsgit

Grakkus posted:

Yo for a lot of people in Eastern Europe who have 100 years of generational/familial trauma caused by the Russians in addition to the current invasion, mocking stupid/evil elements of Russian culture is a pretty healthy pressure release valve. A mocking nickname for people that take themselves way too seriously is p good actually. Please think about that before you ban poo poo at the behest of some basement dwelling terminally online loser in some comfy place in the West whose position on this thing is entirely academic.

Dwesa posted:

the time has come again to test the hopeless Wunderwaffe and spread radiation in the Arctic Ocean

https://twitter.com/nytimes/status/1708814109028827643

from the article

Toxic Mental posted:

From now on anyone who wants to slur has to do it in flabgunnit durgnabbit ol' time prospecterin' speakin ya drun dipsgit

Sedgr posted:

Pot Smoke Phoenix posted:

From here: https://www.portablepress.com/blog/2017/01/its-talk-like-a-grizzled-prospector-day-dadburn-it/

Toxic Mental posted:

From now on anyone who wants to slur has to do it in flabgunnit durgnabbit ol' time prospecterin' speakin ya drun dipsgit

Potrzebie posted:

I'm very triggered by the use of dipsgit as a derogatory term.

Set posted:

The IK: There's just one thing, Goon.
The Goon: And what's that?
The IK: Do you have to use so many cuss words?
The Goon: What the puccia dipsgit you talking about?
The IK: Okay, Goon. Have it your way.

weg posted:

When he died Prigozhin's secret weapon was activated via dead man's switch. Deep in the mainframes of the disinfo net awakens his most potently intolerant AI construct: No-Semite Sam.

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Vladimir Putin sat in his office, his face grim. He had just received news from his generals: Russia had lost the war in Ukraine.

Putin had been delusional for months, believing that his army was invincible and that the Ukrainian people would welcome him with open arms. But now, reality was crashing down on him like a ton of bricks.

He had lost the war.

Putin felt his stomach churn. He thought about all the lives that had been lost, all the families that had been torn apart, all the destruction that had been wrought. And it was all because of him.

He had to get out of here. He had to find a way to escape.

But as he stood up, he felt a warm wetness between his legs. He looked down and saw that he had poo poo his pants.

Putin was mortified. He had never been so humiliated in his life. He, the great Vladimir Putin, the ruler of Russia, had poo poo his pants.

He tried to clean himself up, but it was no use. The mess was too great. He was going to have to leave his pants behind.

Putin quickly put on a new pair of pants and ran out of his office. He didn't care where he went, as long as he got away from here.

He ran and ran until he couldn't run anymore. He collapsed on the ground, exhausted and defeated.

He looked up at the sky and saw a bird flying overhead. He wished he could fly away like that bird, away from all his troubles.

But he knew it was impossible. He was trapped in this nightmare, and there was no escape.

Putin closed his eyes and wept. He had lost everything.

Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He opened his eyes and saw a rotting figure standing over him.

It was Yevgeny Prigozhin, the undead leader of the Wagner Group.

"Hello, Vladimir," Prigozhin said in a raspy voice. "How's it going?"

Putin was terrified. He had heard rumors that Prigozhin was now undead, but he had never seen him for himself.

"What do you want?" Putin asked.

"I'm here to offer you a job," Prigozhin said. "I need someone to sell hot dogs at my new stand in the Kremlin."

Putin was dumbfounded. "Sell hot dogs?"

"That's right," Prigozhin said. "I think you'd be very good at it. You've got a natural talent for disappointing people."

Putin was speechless. He didn't know what to say.

"So, what do you say?" Prigozhin asked. "Are you in?"

Putin hesitated for a moment. Then, he nodded.

"Okay," he said. "I'll do it."

Prigozhin smiled. "Excellent," he said. "Now, let's go get you fitted for a uniform."

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Vladimir Putin stood in the Kremlin courtyard, his face grim. He was dressed in his new hot dog vendor uniform, but something was missing.

"Where's my hat?" he asked Prigozhin, who was standing next to him.

Prigozhin shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "Maybe it was stolen."

Putin frowned. "Stolen? How could that happen?"

"Corruption, of course," Prigozhin said. "This is Russia, after all."

Putin sighed. He knew that Prigozhin was right. Corruption was rampant in Russia, and it was likely that the uniform had been stolen by someone who had been paid to do so.

"Well, I can't sell hot dogs without a hat," Putin said. "I'll have to go back to my office and get another one."

"Oh, don't worry about that," Prigozhin said. "You don't need a hat. You're Vladimir Putin. You can sell hot dogs without a hat."

Putin shook his head. "No," he said. "I need a hat. It's part of the uniform."

Prigozhin sighed. "Fine," he said. "Go ahead and get your hat. But don't be too long. The people are hungry for hot dogs."

Putin nodded and turned to walk away. But then he stopped and turned back to Prigozhin.

"One more thing," he said. "What am I going to do with all these hot dogs?"

Prigozhin smiled. "Oh, don't worry about that," he said. "I'm sure you'll find a way to get rid of them."

Putin frowned. He didn't know what Prigozhin meant, but he didn't like the sound of it.

He turned and walked away, leaving Prigozhin standing in the courtyard.

Prigozhin watched Putin go, a sly smile on his face. He knew that Putin was in for a big surprise. But he was also looking forward to it.

After all, it's not every day that you get to see the former president of Russia selling hot dogs on the street.

Sedgr posted:

Tafferling posted:

I'm sad to see Puccia go though, my grandmas cat was named Pucci