EDITED TO MAKE CLEARER: I don’t know what’s going on in Ukraine! My general inclination is to support the groups opposed to closer relations with Putin’s repressive Russia, but it’s clear even from the linked photos that there are fascists on the line vs. the riot cops as well. I strongly encourage you to read the comments from readers who are better informed than I.
I am not going to pretend to much knowledge about what has sparked the current outbreak of violent protests in Ukraine. Well, generally, it seems the citizens feel that the government of Ukraine wants to (insists on? Is being mumble*sort of arm twisted* convinced to?) maintain their country’s historically close relationship with Russia (soclose of a relationship) instead of making moves towards eventual EU membership. In November President Yanukovich turned down a trade pact with the EU, and Russia is continually complaining about the EU “meddling” in Ukraine’s affairs (it being in the near abroad and all one imagines). In any case, at the moment rioting has been going on for some days and has turned violent as some protestors have been shot by the police and killed. The Washington Post reports that opposition leaders and the government are in talks, and that two protestors have been killed, but many other sources online say it is as high as five. Basically I just wanted to share these photos with you. Most are originally from Gawker.
You, unknown sir or madam, are officially, totally badass. Really. There may be a statue later.
Battle priest. They have a number of priests and monks who have been going to stand unarmed between the protestors and the police, and those are some brave men.
Again, people are bringing out the classics. This does look positively post-apocalyptic, Christ. I wish all these brave protestors well, and the many police officers who defected particularly so, since they are going to be easily recognized by their former colleagues. (They brought some of the anti-riot gear that the rioters have, and the rest they got from the police more directly.)
In more irrelevant anecdata, I explained to my daughters last night that the secret to a really good molotov cocktail is a little squirt of dishsoap into the bottle. A squeeze of Joy in there, and you’re on your way. It makes the resulting flames on arrival more…clingy kind of. Then they wanted to know how I knew this (no, they kind of just looked at me like, “moooom” when I said “do you want to know the secret to making a really good molotov cocktail!?”) I explained that my father’s karate sensei had served in Vietnam and he told us about it. They still looked at me. “We needed to perform an experiment! Because science! Our hypothesis was that Warren was right about how to make some great ones, and it was proven to be correct.” My dad about had a heart attack one time when he went into the barn/shack where we kept the hay and sweetfeed and saw about twelve ready to go lined up against the wall. By the hay. Nothing could go wrong there, really. Later I had cause to wonder what the hell US soldiers were doing with molotov cocktails.