Happy Victory Day/Den Pobedy! Marching Red into the Future

9 May 2025.

The day has come at last, comrades and loyal brethren: on the one side of the world to-day, President Putin peers over the vast heights of Russian martial tradition, as high culture and the commitment to struggle against fascism are once again sworn to. On the other side of the world, where proletarians are standing firm against the Papal fascist authority, marches have also commenced.

Comrades! The future is Red! The brown scum are unable to pierce the will of the people's armies of loyal marching men; men dedicated to the overthrow of fascist tyranny, whether it hoists a hakenkreuz or a kreuzenkeys. Whether the fascist evil wears a funny fez, a massive peaked cap, or a fish hat, we shall oppose them.

The peaceful march of the highest martial culture is an oath, an oath we renew every year to fight the fascists and their otherwise 'politically correct' allies. The fascism of to-day is not the fascism of yester-year, it has evolved, and the liberals have as-ever stupidly shielded them in this trick of manoeuvre. Comrades are accused of fascism, fascists are upheld as heroes of social justice. The times are not easy, but trust in yourselves comrades, and disregard anything the liberals try to poisonously whisper to you— it is false.

President Putin has managed to bring twenty-nine states, as I have heard, into participation for this wonderful Victory Day, where once it was commonly nine or less. I once remarked that President Putin was Napoleon, in a very specific sense, that he was one of the few world leaders who understood what needs to be done to bring this world into the new age, and out of stagnant darkness. He has clearly lived up to this reputation. It is thanks to President Putin that the wretched Federal Empire and its puppets (some more willing than others of course) stand off-guard as in bygone days of yore. We are on the precipice!

Enjoy the marching season comrades, as I will certainly myself do. March-music is a delicacy, a strum of the transcendental chord in man, and I will believe this to the end. To say nothing, indeed, of the uniformology which I will joyfully feast upon, the social meaning of these ceremonies is indubitably sacred, the foundation, it may be said, of social-ism and commun-ism.

Happy Victory Day, happy marching!

—TOAC

(by the way, I did indeed write this post whilst wearing my ceremonial dress summer-time Soviet general's uniform, with the Orange and Blue in my dress shirt and tie, so forgive any typographical errors).