Battle of Kursk II: Worship of Moloch

"The worship of Moloch was distinguished by the sacrifice of children through burnt offerings." - From an ancient scroll.

In the shadow of history, Moloch, the ancient god of fire and sacrifice, demanded the ultimate price - children, offered in flames to appease a vengeful deity. Today, this dark ritual finds its echo in the fervor of modern-day Russia, where the cult of war and victory has become a new religion.

May 9th, once a somber day of remembrance in the Soviet Union, has transformed over time. It was only in 1965 that Brezhnev revived Victory Day as a full-fledged celebration, aligning it with the needs of a state eager to consolidate its power through the glorification of past triumphs.

After the Cold War, the Soviet Union's collapse birthed independent republics, but it also left a deep scar on the Russian psyche—a mental trauma that found expression in a resurgent thirst for revenge and victory.

Putin, far from being the origin of Russia’s aggression, is a product of this collective yearning. The Russian society, haunted by its historical defeats, pushed him forward as the figurehead of their desire for redemption. In this new religion, the cult of war has consumed the national consciousness.

Russians now dress their five-year-old children in the uniforms of WWII soldiers, turning innocent playthings into symbols of militaristic pride. Baby carriages are fashioned into tanks, and military parades fill the streets, not as mere displays of power, but as acts of worship to Moloch.

The construction of the Main Temple of the Armed Forces, a colossal structure meant to hold 6,000 people, marks the apogee of this cult (in which Hitler's cap is kept, Karl!). It is not just a temple; it is a shrine to a new national faith, where war is sacred, and victory is the ultimate offering.

But the Russian-Ukrainian war, now in its most brutal phase, has forced this worship to its logical and horrific conclusion. Ukrainian troops on Russian soil have shattered Putin’s promises to his people—that their young conscripts, "our boys," would never be drawn into the conflict.

Now, these very boys, the sacrificial lambs of a misguided national pride, are being killed or captured. The altar of Moloch demands ever more blood, and Russian society, steeped in the rituals of war, is faced with the unbearable truth: they have sacrificed their children to a merciless god.

In the end, the worship of Moloch leads only to despair, as the flames of war consume the very future they sought to protect.

Glory to Ukraine!