How
I Became a “Kremlin Troll”
How I Became a “Kremlin Troll”
The Saker
Book excerpt: How I became a Kremlin troll by The
Saker
Dear friends,
Today, with the kind permission of Phil Butler, I
am posting the full text of my contribution to his book “Putin’s
Praetorians: Confessions of the Top Kremlin Trolls“. There are a
couple of reasons for that. The main one is that I strongly believe that
this book deserves a much bigger visibility than it has received (this is also
why, exceptionally, I am placing this post in the top “analyses” category and
not elsewhere). Please read my review here to
see why I feel so strongly about this book. Frankly, I am rather shocked
by the very little amount of reviews this book as generated. I don’t even
know if somebody besides Russia Insider has bothered writing a review of it or
not, but even if somebody has, it is still a crying shame that this most
interesting volume has been so far ignored by the alternative media including
the one friendly to Russia. So by posting my own contribution here I want
to bring back this book to the “front page”, so to speak, of our community.
Second, I want to ask for your help. Right now the Kindle version of the
book has 15 reviews on Amazon and only 1 review for the printed paper
version. This is not enough. I am therefore asking you to 1) buy
the book (Amazon wants reviews by purchasers) and 2) write a review on
Amazon. Guys – that is something most of you can do to
help, so please do so! We need to show the world
that there is what I call “another West” which, far from being russophobic is,
in fact, capable of producing real friends and even defenders of Russia.
So, please, do your part, help Phil in his heroic struggle, get the paper
version of the book and review it on Amazon!
Thanks a lot for your help, hugs and cheers,
The Saker
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How I became a Kremlin troll by The Saker
By birth, experience, and training, I truly had
everything needed to hate Putin. I was born in a family of “White
Russians” whose anti-Communism was total and visceral.
My childhood was filled with (mostly true) stories
about atrocities and massacres committed by the Bolsheviks during the
revolution and subsequent civil war. Since my father had left me, I had
an exiled Russian Orthodox Archbishop as a spiritual father, and through him, I
learned of all the genocidal persecutions the Bolsheviks unleashed against the
Orthodox Church.
At the age of 16, I had already read the three
volumes of the “Gulag Archipelago” and carefully studied the history of
WWII. By 18 I was involved in numerous anti-Soviet activities such as
distributing anti-Soviet propaganda in the mailboxes of Soviet diplomats or
organizing the illegal importation of banned books into the Soviet Union
through the Soviet merchant marine and fishing fleet (mostly at their station
in the Canary Islands). I was also working with an undercover group of
Orthodox Christians sending help, mainly in the form of money, to the families
of jailed dissidents. And since I was fluent in Russian, my military
career took me from a basic training in electronic warfare, to a special unit
of linguists for the General Staff of the Swiss military, to becoming a
military analyst for the strategic intelligence service of Switzerland.
The Soviet authorities had long listed me, and my
entire family, as dangerous anti-Soviet activists and I, therefore, could not
travel to Russia until the fall of Communism in 1991 when I immediately caught
the first available flight and got to Moscow while the barricades built against
the GKChP coup were still standing. Truly, by this fateful month of
August 1991, I was a perfect anti-Soviet activist and an anti-Communist
hardliner. I even took a photo of myself standing next to the collapsed
statue of Felix Derzhinsky (the founder of the ChK – the first Soviet Secret
police) with my boot pressed on his iron throat. That day I felt that my
victory was total. It was also short-lived.
Instead of bringing the long-suffering Russian
people freedom, peace, and prosperity, the end of Communism in Russia only
brought chaos, poverty, violence, and abject exploitation by the worst class of
scum the defunct Soviet system had produced. I was horrified.
Unlike so many other anti-Soviet activists who were also Russophobes, I never
conflated my people and the regime which oppressed them. So, while I
rejoiced at the end of one horror, I was also appalled to see that another one
had taken its place. Even worse, it was undeniable that the West played
an active role in every and all forms of anti-Russian activities, from the
total protection of Russian mobsters, on to the support of the Wahabi insurgents
in Chechnya, and ending with the financing of a propaganda machine which tried
to turn the Russian people into mindless consumers to the presence of western
“advisors” (yeah, right!) in all the key ministries. The oligarchs were
plundering Russia and causing immeasurable suffering, and the entire West, the
so-called “free world” not only did nothing to help but helped all the enemies
of Russia with every resource it had. Soon the NATO forces attacked
Serbia, a historical ally of Russia, in total violation of the most sacred
principles of international law. East Germany was not only reunified but
instantly incorporated into West Germany and NATO pushed as far East as
possible. I could not pretend that all this could be explained by some
fear of the Soviet military or by a reaction to the Communist theory of world
revolution. In truth, it became clear to me that the western elites did
not hate the Soviet system or ideology, but that they hated Russian people
themselves and the culture and civilization which they had created.
By the time the war against the Serbian nation in
Croatia, Bosnia and Kosovo broke out, I was in a unique situation: all day long
I could read classified UNPROFOR and military reports about what was taking
place in that region and, after work, I could read the counter-factual
anti-Serbian propaganda the western corporate Ziomedia was spewing out every
day. I was horrified to see that literally everything the media was
saying was a total lie. Then came the false flags, first in Sarajevo, but
later also in Kosovo. My illusions about “Free World” and the
“West” were crumbling. Fast.
Fate brought me to Russia in 1993 when I saw the
carnage of meted out by the “democratic” Eltsin regime against thousands of
Russians in Moscow (many more than what the official press reported). I
also saw the Red Flags and Stalin portraits around the parliament
building. My disgust by then was total. And when the Eltsin regime
decided to bring Dudaev’s Chechnia to heel triggering yet another needless bloodbath,
that disgust turned into despair. Then came the stolen elections of 1996
and the murder of General Lebed. At that point, I remember thinking “Russia is
dead.”
So, when the entourage of Eltsin suddenly appointed
an unknown nobody to acting President of Russia, I was rather dubious, to put
it mildly. The new guy was not a drunk or an arrogant oligarch, but he
looked rather unimpressive. He was also ex-KGB which was interesting: on
one hand, the KGB had been my lifelong enemy but on the other hand, I knew that
the part of the KGB which dealt with foreign intelligence was staffed by the
brightest of the brightest and that they had nothing to do with political
repression, Gulags and all the rest of the ugly stuff another Directorate of
the KGB (the 5th) was tasked with (that department had been abolished in
1989). Putin came from the First Main Directorate of the KGB, the “PGU
KGB.” Still, my sympathies were more with the (far less political)
military intelligence service (GRU) than the very political PGU which, I was
quite sure by then, had a thick dossier on my family and me.
Then, two crucial things happened in parallel: both
the “Free world” and Putin showed their true faces: the “Free world” as an
AngloZionist Empire hell-bent on aggression and oppression, and Vladimir Putin
as a real patriot of Russia. In fact, Putin slowly began looking like a hero to
me: very gradually, in small incremental steps first, Putin began to turn
Russia around, especially in two crucial matters: he was trying to “re-sovereignize”
the country (making it truly sovereign and independent again), and he dared the
unthinkable: he openly told the Empire that it was not only wrong, it was
illegitimate (just read the transcript of Putin’s amazing 2007 “Munich
Speech”).
Putin inspired me to make a dramatic choice: will I
stick to my lifelong prejudices or will I let reality prove my lifelong
prejudices wrong. The first option was far more comfortable to me, and all my
friends would approve. The second one was far trickier, and it would cost me
the friendship of many people. But what was the better option for Russia? Could
it be that it was the right thing for a “White Russian” to join forces with the
ex-KGB officer?
I found the answer here in a photo of Alexander
Solzhenitsyn and Vladimir Putin:
If that old-generation anti-Communist hardliner
who, unlike me, had spent time in the Gulag, could take Putin’s hand, then so
could I!
In fact, the answer was obvious all along: while
the “White” and the “Red” principles and ideologies were incompatible and
mutually exclusive, there is also no doubt that nowadays true patriots of
Russia can be found both in the former “Red” and “White” camps. To put it
differently, I don’t think that “Whites” and “Reds” will ever agree on the
past, but we can, and must, agree on the future. Besides, the Empire does not
care whether we are “Red” or “White” – the Empire wants us all either enslaved
or dead.
Putin, in the meantime, is still the only world
leader with enough guts to openly tell the Empire how ugly, stupid and irresponsible
it is (read his 2015 UN Speech). And when I listen to him I see that
he is neither “White” nor “Red.” He is simply Russian.
So, this is how I became a Kremlin troll and a
Putin fanboy.
The Saker