DAWN IN BOOTS | Alexander Dugin
God, how I’ve waited for this moment, when the blood and the pain, spasms and dirt will awaken the heart of our rage! Special services Eurasia created now. This new continental KGB. Meta-KGB. Knows no pity, ironic, in Golden gloves, with the Serbian longing, with crimson spark in his eyes. This time without the escort of cotton pants. The way it’s in the nightmares dreamed of the saxophone Clinton. Solar transcendental KGB. With leather wings of ancient flying beasts. With binoculars and a cane with a poison ring and a clockwork bomb. The KGB…