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The Stereotype of Russia

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PoliticsQueen

Published: Jul 1, 2017

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Just because I'm Russian
Doesn't mean I'm dumb.

Just because I'm Russian
Diesn't mean I'm genetically programmed to steal!

Just because I'm Russian
Doesn't mean I pick fights.

Just because I'm Russian
Doesn't mean that I drink vodka like water!

Just because I'm Russian
Doesn't mean that I'm a Communist.

Just because I'm Russian
Doesn't mean I hate America!

Just because I'm Russian
Doesn't mean you have to hate me.

All this because I'm Russian.
Russian.
And.
Proud.
Of.
Being.
Russian.

Just because I'm Russian

Just because I'm Russian,
Doesn't mean you have to hate me more than a
Nazi. A Nazi.

Think again.
I'm begging you.

Please.

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Jul 5, 2017

I apologise for all the racist people out there making fun of you... if it helps, many other people feel pushed down because of different stereotypes..

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