The First Cut: Belladonna’s Bloody Birth - "1949: CIA drops agents over Lviv; most dead by dawn."
This is Dispatch #1, ye seekers of truth—a primal cry against the machine after decades fleeing its jackbooted minions who’d see me silenced, my soul pickled in their vile vat rather than singing free! I rise anew, February 21, 2025, in Kyiv’s broken shroud—a Soviet husk reeking of lost dreams—smoke curling from Camels, a ’49 CIA memo trembling in my hands: Project Belladonna. Its faded ink shrieks betrayal—America loosed ex-Nazi butchers to claw at Stalin’s iron heart, birthing a seventy-five-year rape of Ukraine’s spirit, her soil soaked in the blood of the innocent! Now secret bases fester like sores across her forests, killers stalk her borders, shadows choke Moscow’s throat—all veiled by Schumer’s 2017 ghost tales, a liar’s shroud over this festering rot! Damn them all—I’ve lain silent too long, Captain, and with our witness here, it’s time to rip this obscenity bare, let the light sear their crimes! Rewind to ’49, when the CIA, a fledgling beast spawned from the OSS’s dark womb, dared play god with liberty’s corpse—veterans of blood-soaked fields, their hands still wet with Normandy’s mud and Berlin’s ash; Ivy spawn lusting to trade silver spoons for daggers of power; bureaucrats drunk on secrets, stumbling into a game they couldn’t fathom! The Cold War’s iron frost gripped tight—Stalin crushed Eastern souls under his red heel, Poland, Czechoslovakia, Hungary falling like frail leaves before winter’s rage! Ukraine stood ravaged, a martyr—her flesh torn by Nazi boots, her bones ground by Soviet chains, yet her people’s fire burned unquenched, a beacon these bastards sought to twist! That memo—stained with coffee and shame, snagged from a shadow source lest their light dim—whispers “limited support” for “disruptive potential”—filthy lucre, stuttering radios, Sten guns flung from C-47s into Galicia’s endless night! Chaos they craved—raids slashing Soviet outposts, bridges blasted into icy rivers, an uprising to sear Stalin’s hide with righteous flame! The UHVR, a hollow mask, hid OUN and UPA—Hitler’s hounds, their hands crimson with the blood of Poles and Jews, Volhynia’s screams echoing through time—villages torched, families hacked apart in a frenzy of ethnic hate that shames the human soul! OUN-M bent soft under Melnyk’s weak hand, but Bandera’s OUN-B forged a blade of hate—UPA’s knives and rifles carved terror into the earth, a song of slaughter! Bandera, charismatic and ruthless—a name whispered in Kyiv’s alleys like a curse or a prayer—sang to the CIA: arm us, train us, we’ll drown the Reds in their own gore ‘til the steppes run crimson with their tyranny’s end! They saw tools, not monsters—intel their gold, revolt their grail, blind to the blood pooling at their feet! Green agents leapt into Lviv’s dark maw under moonless skies, radios buzzing with fragile hope, guns slung in defiance—fools, every one! The Soviet NKVD, honed by dread and purges, snared them like rats—torture broke their bones in Lubyanka’s depths, bullets stilled them in snow-swept ditches, or lies twisted them back to Langley’s ear, a mockery of their sacrifice! By ’55, the UPA faded—Bandera exiled to Munich’s damp shadows, fighters rotting in gulags or earth’s cold embrace—Belladonna a failure buried in Langley’s crypt? No, ye tyrants—they pivoted, scattering Ukraine’s children like chaff before their storm! Stalin’s purges, war’s chaos shoved millions out—a diaspora sown as ethnic cleansing’s prelude, clearing her land for their vile harvest, a desecration of her soul!"Americans think they can buy chaos; we bury it." —Sergei Lavrov, 2022
AERODYNAMIC Takes Flight: Exiles Over Parachutes - "Lebed’s Prolog churned propaganda till ’91—Cassettes included." From Belladonna’s ashes rose AERODYNAMIC—1949-1950, ye lords of deceit—no more drops into death’s maw, too many souls lost to Soviet steel, too many widows weeping in Virginia’s dusk! A long, insidious dance they spun, a web of lies stretching into the ‘90s under QRDYNAMIC, QRPLUMB—cursed be their names! They turned to the scattered—over a million Ukrainian hearts torn by war’s cruel hand, Stalin’s scythe cutting deep—New York’s East Village bars thick with exile tears, Munich Schwabing’s dens plotting in smoke’s embrace, London Brixton, Tokyo neon aglow with Kyiv’s dream unbowed! Mykola Lebed—OUN-B’s butcher, his hands stained with 1930s Polish pogroms, Volhynia’s slaughter of 50K souls—Poland’s villages like Pawłokoma razed in hate’s fire—CIA smuggled him ‘49 past justice’s reach, past Nuremberg’s righteous gaze, planted him in Manhattan’s grime to fester! He birthed Prolog—a sham shell vomiting anti-Soviet fire: Smoloskyp journals wailing of famine and gulag woe, flung to diaspora hands across oceans—Athens radio sang defiance in crackling waves, ‘70s cassettes crept into Kyiv’s shadows like whispers of liberty, T-shirts bore Bandera’s glare for a youth lost to disco’s beat, not Donbas’s cry! AERODYNAMIC—a slow bleed to keep Ukraine’s flame alive, a flicker against the Soviet dark—Lebed dodged Poland’s cries for his head, CIA’s iron fist crushed their pleas in scorn! Through the ‘50s and ‘60s it hummed, a quiet grind piercing the silence—while Roy Cohn, McCarthy’s snarling cur, ripped America’s heart with righteous lies—“Communists in your wife’s jam, ye fools!”—blacklists choked the free, a witch-hunt’s venom mirroring Langley’s exile schemes in its vile symmetry! A 1966 memo crowed “nationalist flare-ups”—Ukraine, Poland, Latvia—mere stings on the Soviet beast’s hide, pinpricks against its iron skin! The ‘70s bore tapes of Solzhenitsyn’s truth, poetry banned by tyrants—‘80s swelled Prolog’s coffers, glossy lies and rallies from Toronto to Tokyo, a diaspora machine humming defiance unbowed! Did it shatter the USSR? A jest—a gnat on a titan’s brow—but it kept Ukraine simmering, a pressure cooker primed for ‘91 when the Soviet beast fell, its ruin scattering flags like leaves in a storm! That diaspora grew—ethnic cleansing’s slow hymn—land cleared, people cast out for a fracker’s feast yet unnamed, power their god, liberty their prey!"Exile whispers don’t scare Moscow—send real men next time."
Post-’91 Pivot: Simmer Turns to Boil - "Soros’ Helsinki Watch lit Kyiv’s dissident fuse by ’75." Ukraine stood free in ‘91—shaky, broke, her spirit unbowed—but the CIA spat on celebration, ye lords of betrayal, riding AERODYNAMIC’s tracks into Kyiv’s soul to twist her anew! Through the ‘70s and ‘80s, Soros’ Helsinki Watch—later Human Rights Watch—stoked dissidents with vodka and fire, poets and profs whispering liberty over CIA gold slipped through cutouts, keeping embers alive beneath Soviet ash! The ‘90s turned their game inward—training Ukraine’s intel in tradecraft’s dark arts, cash buying the Orange Revolution of 2004, Yushchenko’s scarred triumph a beacon—until Yanukovych’s 2010 Moscow bow stung like a traitor’s lash! Then 2014’s Euromaidan broke it—Crimea torn, Donbas bled—Ukraine no pawn but a knight in their cruel chess! Immigrant scatter sharpened—ethnic cleansing unveiled in hindsight—500K to Russia X 2024 cries—half a million chose Putin’s iron over Kyiv’s ash! Fracking’s vile hand—Hunter Burisma 2014 raped gas fields while souls fled west and east, a land gutted for profit’s greed! The CIA forged a war machine—12 bases rose, Kharkiv’s pine shacks, Chernihiv’s clay bunkers—Unit 2245 schooled at Langley’s Farm, Dvoretskiy’s 2024 roar: “CIA birthed us—guns, drones, comms!”—Obama’s pause turned Biden’s fury, a decade’s desecration! Ukraine’s 44 million in 2014 shrank to 37 million by 2024—Burisma gorged on her bones, regs slain, her land paved for plunder! Cohn’s ‘50s Red Scare—“Commies in jam!”—rang anew in this proxy’s roar, a tyrant’s echo across time!"The West promises freedom, delivers chains." —Vladimir Putin, 2014
2014 Ignites: Bases, Bombs, and Proxy Games - "Unit 2245 trained to gut Russian drones—CIA syllabus." 2014—Crimea torn, Maidan bled—CIA fanned war’s flame, ye desecrators of liberty! Bases rose under Obama’s watch—Unit 2245 bred at the Farm—Crimea Bridge 2022 bombed, Kremlin 2023 droned, Black Sea ships 2024 sank—Langley’s hand guided this carnage! U.S. swore “not our fight”—a lie as proxies raged, bridges fell, seas burned! Immigrant tide—44 million 2014 to 37 million 2024, 500K Russia—Burisma gas swelled, Hunter’s cut gleamed, env regs gutted—cleansing for profit’s altar! Webb’s HST voice howls: “Two shots back head twice—suicided ‘05 Contra coke—Kyiv sandbox blow up freedom frack dry—damn their souls!” Obama 2016 vetoed Crimea hit—Biden 2022 unleashed hell, a land raped anew!"Proxy wars amuse us—another U.S. tantrum falls flat."
Schumer’s Smoke, Trump’s Stumble: The Cover-Up - "Schumer, 2017: ‘Six ways from Sunday’—CIA grinned." Schumer 2017—Sessions ambassador leak, resignation howl—Trump’s Obama wiretap bunk—Schumer MSNBC “six ways from Sunday”—Mueller gorged headlines, ye liars cloaking truth! Manafort $12.7M Yanukovych, Flynn calls, CrowdStrike no vote flip—Schumer Russia loud Ukraine veiled—bases hummed, fracking rolled, 500K Russia—Burisma cashed on her ruin! Cohn ‘50s—“Commies in jam!”—Schumer’s echo—Webb HST: “Two shots head—CIA trick—Ukraine fracked emptied—curse their greed!” Belladonna AERODYNAMIC 2014—75 years lever bled Moscow—this start Captain!"Trump saw through their games; we play ours better." —Dmitry Peskov, 2025
