My Grandmother, on my Dad's side, retold stories her Grandmother had told her about how the Russians displaced our people and they sought refuge in Canada in 1870. My mother tongue, which is spoken by less than 400k ppl, originated in what today is Ukraine. The brutality of Russia continues to this day. So please pardon my sensitivities as to why I fail to see the humor about being invaded.
I chose to be a pacifist and hope to never need to pass a fist.