They tell you it’s normal.
The lockdowns, the digital IDs, the mass censorship, the endless war, the forced silence.
But something deep in your bones says no.
Something ancient. Something true.

You are not alone.

You watch world leaders speak of “freedom” while crushing dissent.
You hear them scream “democracy” while jailing opposition and rewriting laws.
You watch unelected monsters like Ursula von der Leyen bark orders like a Prussian baroness, answerable to no one, insulated by bureaucracy, and fully owned by corporate pharma and weapons dealers.

Remember Macron? He said he’d make life “hell” for those who didn’t take the shot.
That wasn’t rhetoric. That was tyranny. And he wasn’t alone.

From the barking fanatics in the Baltic states to the new Kaljulaid-Kallas-Kaos pipeline, it’s a parade of lunatics wrapped in flags and lies, frothing for a world war they’ll never have to fight in.

And the worst part?
They hate the people they claim to defend.
They hate you—your traditions, your family, your voice, your skepticism, your memory.

They hate Russia—not because of what it’s done, but because of what it refuses to become.
Because it still values the things the West has traded for dopamine and digital chains:
Faith. Nation. Order. Boundaries.

And so the lies never stop.
Missiles launched by Ukraine are blamed on Russia.
Bodies with white armbands are used for propaganda.
Every tragedy becomes another excuse to scream for NATO escalation—because someone is desperate to start World War III before the grift collapses.

This isn’t about Ukraine. It’s about control.

The governments of the West are no longer governed by the people.
They are owned by cartels, global NGOs, and ideological cults that despise your independence.

They mutilate children and call it care.
They burn nations and call it democracy.
They erase dissent and call it safety.
They drag the world toward nuclear war—and dare to call it progress.

But you are not crazy.
You are not alone.
And you are not powerless.

This letter is for the quiet ones who see it all.
The builders, the thinkers, the soldiers, the nurses, the engineers, the mothers and fathers who know the world has been hijacked by madmen.
You’re not imagining it.

And if this world breaks into flames, let it be remembered:
It wasn’t you who struck the match.
It was the people who hate peace. Who hate limits. Who hate anything they can’t own.

So we speak now—not for applause, not for clicks—but because the truth matters more than comfort.

You are not a slave. You are not a lab rat. You are not a warm body for a banker’s war.
You are human. And they fear that.

Let them hear it. Let the echoes grow.