Ukraine: Oscar contender for “ Everything everywhere all at once.”

The hills are alive with the sound of HIMARS

Long after the last Flat Earther perishes, there will be some old man clinging to the hope that Russia is winning. And he won’t be a Russian but some Western Vatnik.

But plucking out your own eyes, Oedipus style, can’t spare you from the truth. The army, formerly known as Russia, is being routed again and again and at this point we can only assume has gone from sadism to masochism.

It really isn’t their fault. They have been spoon-fed for centuries on a diet of suffering is a virture. They smile at the potholes you can park your Lada in and say “God is good.” They probably looked at those nice wheat and sunflower fields in Ukraine and thought “What a waste. Surely true art is a muddy wasteland of bombed out craters and landmines?”

We have seen 450 Majors, 250 Lieutanant Colonels and 100 Colonels join the cargo 200 death cult, all fertilizer now in Ukraine. Prigozhin is either in Venezeula or God and the Devil are using his soul for ping pong with the loser getting him. Kadyrov can’t decide if he is in a coma or not, dead or not, probably waiting to see how the table tennis match with Prigozhin pans out.