Seriously, fuck them. We know what they (well, Poo-tin really) are/is doing to Ukraine and their own people, and that is bad enough. But now there is a tangential effect on me which has ruffled all of the pettiness in me.
The other night I was admiring my new tattoo and really amazed that not a lot of blood and plasma has oozed out of it. Actually I’m still surprised because my other tattoo oozed like a motherfucker (but then again there was a lot more needle-on-skin surface area on that one compared to this.)
I don’t know where the thought came from, but all of the sudden it hit me. The goddamned Ruskis are putting “Z”s on all their vehicles as they are invading Ukraine, and here I have a fucking “Z” branded on my arm. GODMOTHERFUCKINGDAMMIT!!!!
This is a tattoo was meant to exhibit my love for Johnny the Homicidal Maniac and one of the running gags throughout the series meaning “Question Sleep.” There is no way I want anything to imply that I support Poo-tin’s invasion!
Seriously Russia. What the fuck is that even supposed to mean? You don’t even have a fucking “Z” in your alphabet!!! Why couldn’t you have just marked your vehicles with “3” which is how the sound /z/ is denoted in the Cyrillic script? So fucking annoying. It’s just like if my name was Brandon or Karen. Well, maybe not since one can change one’s name. Tattoos are permanent!
All kidding and trivialities aside, my heart breaks for the Ukrainians, the Russians who have been arrested for protesting this and all the neighboring countries who are trying to help the displaced women and children. So fuck them and Poo-tin for that. But also fuck them for this Z nonsense too.