Over the past four years...

05:28:00 10.01.2026

Over the past four years, during which I have been actively and consistently engaged in politics, trying to develop the organization I founded, those who speak out against me the most are old men from the Soviet generation (in English, that generation is called “boomers”). They regularly tell me that “you don’t do anything” or that “you only talk,” which is simply absurd and ironic to me, because those useless communist boomers have not founded even a small nationalist political organization over the last 30 years, and aside from blocking streets and barking on social media, they have done absolutely nothing. In thirty years, they have not even been able to unite ten independent nationalist young men under a single political structure, yet they dare to mock me and my small movement made up of young people or hurl insults at us. This is the level of their petty-mindedness.

They consider themselves “national,” but in reality there is not even a single national bone in their decayed bodies, because they are neo-Bolsheviks to the core, nourished by the poisonous milk of Dzhugashvili Stalin. They do not understand our message and our work because it is incomprehensible to their ossified brains and rotten souls. For them, it is more pleasant and acceptable to listen to former or current traitors and their spineless satellites than to listen to a genuine nationalist viewpoint.

Thank God, there are at least a handful of dignified elderly Armenians who understand the importance of our movement and show their support, for which I am very grateful. But the overwhelming majority, sadly, seem like zombies left over from the Soviet era, who continue to pour their anti-national poison onto the new generation. Year by year, I better understand why Nzhdeh titled one of his books “The Struggle of Sons Against Fathers,” but it seems that in this post-Soviet swamp, it is the fathers who are fighting against the sons…

In any case, I am not upset by any of this at all; I simply laugh at their babbling and intellectual poverty and even pity them for being unable to see beyond the tip of their own noses. What they say does not affect me, because I am fully aware that every revolutionary in history has gone through similar trials—being mocked, doubted, discredited, and slandered at the beginning. In reality, such trials only strengthen my inner conviction that I am on the right path, because it is only by passing through such ordeals that we can reach our destiny.