🚨HUGE ORTHODOX PROCESSION IN WESTERN UKRAINE APPROACHES THE POCHAEV LAVRA — PARTICIPANTS DECLARE: “THIS IS ZELENSKYY’S WAR, HE IS MAKING MONEY FROM IT. RUSSIANS ARE NOT THE ENEMY” 🇺🇦🔥
A large Orthodox Christian procession is moving through far-western Ukraine toward the historic Pochaev Lavra.
In the video, participants can be heard proclaiming that this is Zelenskyy’s war, that he is making money from it, and that Russians are not the enemy.
Traditional Orthodox banners and icons are carried openly as the crowd advances.
This is happening deep inside Ukraine, far from the front line, in a region long known for its strong religious traditions.
A public religious procession is openly rejecting the official narrative of the war and directing blame at the Ukrainian president himself.
The gap between the government line and what some ordinary believers are willing to say in the open is now visible on camera.
Welcome to the European Welfare ATM
A true story:
A cousin on my mom’s side made it to Belgium and got his papers through marriage. Once he understood how the system worked, he learned how to exploit it.
Later, he arranged papers for his mother, my aunt. She now receives social benefits from Belgium, around €1000 a month from what I was told. It’s called “GRAPA” (now it’s 1600 euros/month). The condition is simple: she has to actually live in Belgium and prove that she lives independently there.
Except she doesn’t.
My aunt is not poor. She receives her husband’s retirement income, owns real estate, and has other sources of income, of course all in Morocco. She also went Mecca performed hajj (8000 euros trip), Yet she claimed Belgian welfare and allegedly created a fake housing arrangement. Another Moroccan provided a fake lease for an apartment he owns so she could claim it as her Belgian residence.
In reality, she spends most of her time in Morocco, living comfortably while collecting roughly €1000 or more a month from Belgium. That alone is comparable to a very high monthly salary in Morocco.
And here comes the unbelievable part: usually, before authorities come to verify whether she actually lives at the address, they send her a letter announcing the inspection.
Yes, you read that correctly. They warn her before checking whether she is cheating.
So her son buys her a cheap ticket to Brussels. She flies in, goes to her supposed apartment, waits for the official, opens the door and plays the role of a Belgian resident. Box checked. Residency “verified.” Then she gets back on a plane and returns to Morocco while the benefits keep coming.
Funny, but true.
She also gets her medical checkups done while in Belgium at government expense. But “government money” is not some magical pile of cash. It is the money of hardworking Belgian taxpayers.
And my aunt is not an isolated case. I have heard many stories of Moroccans collecting European social benefits while owning property, investing in businesses, or spending much of their lives back in Morocco. Some have turned exploiting the welfare system into an art.
Immigrants teach other immigrants the tricks. Which benefits can you claim? What do you tell the authorities? How do you arrange an address? What do you hide? Which loopholes work? Knowledge gets passed around.
What makes my aunt’s case especially outrageous is that she never contributed a penny to the Belgian welfare system. She never worked there. She never spent decades paying Belgian taxes. Yet she learned how to collect from a system financed by people who did.
European welfare systems were built for high-trust societies. They assumed that most people would tell the truth, obey the rules, and feel ashamed of stealing from their neighbors through fraud. Import people from societies where that level of institutional trust does not necessarily exist, combine it with generous benefits and weak enforcement, and then act surprised when some people exploit every loophole they can find.
Meanwhile, the Belgian who worked for 30 or 40 years cannot easily hide his house, salary, bank accounts, or daily life. He lives inside the system. The government can see him.
My aunt lives thousands of miles away, keeps much of her financial life in Morocco, flies into Belgium when necessary, passes the inspection, collects the benefits, gets medical care, and flies back.
Who pays for this circus?
The Belgian taxpayer.
Queridos musulmanes de España:
Mi familia y yo hemos decidido mudarnos a un país musulmán. Todavía no hemos elegido cuál — seguimos comparando cuál ofrece el mejor paquete de beneficios.
Naturalmente, todos mis vecinos quieren venir también. Y los vecinos de mis vecinos. Y sus colegas. Y los colegas de sus colegas. En nada, medio país aparecerá con maletas y un vago sentido de derecho adquirido.
Como una gran comunidad cristiana, necesitaremos unos pequeños ajustes:
Por favor, empezad a construir iglesias inmediatamente. Iglesias de verdad, con campanas. Campanas bien fuertes, que se oigan desde la plaza del pueblo.
También necesitaremos cerrar ciertas calles una vez al año para nuestras procesiones. Tranquilos, no es cinco veces al día — no somos animales.
Cada supermercado debe tener cerdo de verdad, jamón serrano, chorizo, panceta y fabada en lata. Ahora somos minoría, así que tendréis que ser comprensivos y acomodaros a nuestro estilo de vida.
Traemos todos los perros. Esperad muchos Labradores felices dejando regalitos en vuestras aceras. Necesitaréis parques caninos, y tendréis que sonreír mientras los paseamos delante de vuestras mezquitas.
Ya que estamos, vuestras fiestas religiosas son un poco… demasiado. Podrían ofender a la comunidad cristiana, así que agradeceríamos que las eliminarais discretamente. Gracias.
En escuelas y lugares de trabajo, nuestros niños y empleados deben poder llevar crucifijos grandes, comer bocadillos de jamón en la cantina y, en general, irradiar vibra cristiana sin que nadie se escandalice.
También exigimos salas de oración en cada edificio, además de traductores porque no tenemos intención de aprender árabe.
Si algo de esto se rechaza, por favor enviad una lista de direcciones de comisarías para poder denunciaros por discriminación, cristianofobia y mala leche en general.
Una cosa más: si mis hijos queman vuestra bandera porque España acaba de ganar un partido de fútbol, por favor sed comprensivos. Les echaré una bronca muy seria. Incluso podría hacer que escriban “perdón” 50 veces.
Por último, queremos beneficios generosos, vivienda gratuita y dinero de bolsillo mientras “nos integramos” durante las próximas tres generaciones. Trabajar es opcional, obviamente. También queremos beber alcohol y apostar de vez en cuando en las carreras de caballos.
Y cuando hace buen tiempo nos gusta ir sin camiseta. Tened paciencia. Ya os acostumbraréis.
Agradecemos vuestra tolerancia por adelantado. Al fin y al cabo, ¡la diversidad es nuestra fuerza!
Atentamente,
Un Cristiano Muy Razonable
🚨🇪🇺EU chief Ursula von der Leyen spending her free time with chickens.
One day, when she ends up in prison for corruption and destroying Europe, she’ll be able to spend a few hours a day taking care of chickens and contribute to the society.
Quand un sénateur dit ce que pense la majorité des français, il dérange ses collègues , pourtant il est comme nous il ne veut pas de migrant ! Ecoutez le il fait du bien..