Russia Murders Another Dozen in One of the Largest Attacks of the War
Putin clearly respects Trump, as we can see by the latest escalation.
Another weekend, another series of deadly air assaults across Ukraine by the genocidal Russian military. On Sunday, 12 innocent people were killed, including three children ages 8, 12, and 17. The Russian media reports that military infrastructure was targeted and hints that the allegations of deaths of civilians or apartments and schools being blown up are just provocations to make Russia look bad.
As one pro-Putin friend from Russia told me, “The Ukrainians are blowing themselves up to make us look bad.” I stopped communicating with her roughly two years ago because of such comments. I have no reason to believe she thinks differently today, so I avoid writing. My friend is a gullible, if not stupid, as our president, but even he is beginning to feel like Putin led him astray. Trump posted three times yesterday about Putin. First, he had to play up his importance by reminding us how he and Putin were such good friends. Schoolyard bullies always play up their friendships with other bullies, partially to scare others and alleviate their fear.
Trump then posted that he thought Putin “had gone CRAZY” and didn’t understand why he insisted on bombing Ukrainian cities. Finally, he threatened an “end to Russia” if it didn’t seek peace with Ukraine. As we know, Putin owns Trump, so all he has to do now is make some concessions, offer up a few empty words about wanting peace, and lapdog Donald will melt like an orange creamsicle on a hot August day.
The funny, and tragically sad, thing is that despite all of Trump’s bluster about how he would demand an end to the war, Russia’s attacks against civilians have become more brutal and more frequent. Trump put on his big boy pants and threw a fit, demanding Russia and Ukraine meet in Turkey for peace talks. Putin played Trump like a perfectly tuned kazoo and agreed. Trump readied a big glass of Coke with ice and waited to hear the results of the meeting between Putin and Zelensky. Zelensky flew into Istanbul, and then the Russian peace negotiators arrived. Word is, the team sent by the Kremlin consisted of a tram driver, two street cleaners, and a street mime. President Zelensky was furious.
Hours before the meeting was set to start, Russia carried out another of its massive attacks against Ukrainian civilians. Livid, Trump told the world that the only way Putin was going to agree to peace was if he called him and the two spoke. Trump called it the world’s most important phone call, and for two hours, Putin played Trump like a well-tuned Jew’s Harp. Since that “so important” phone call took place, Russia has bombed the Ukrainian civilian infrastructure mercilessly. In the past two weeks, nearly 20 children have been killed by the Russian butchers.
Putin is laughing his ass off each time Trump huffs and puffs threatening to blow down the Kremlin. Like any annoying, yippy little lapdog, Putin knows that the less secure and cowardly they feel, the more they yip and snap at passersby. Donald Trump is devastating our country domestically and internationally. Our enemies giggle with delight each time the bully makes his threats, and our allies are actively planning a world in which our role is relegated to a regional effed-up reality show.
The MAGA cult is pulling the nation down into an abyss of stupidity and race hate. Thanks to Trump’s hatred of America, Americans will soon find burning tires at garbage pits fun family things to do on Fridays, and in the meantime, Russia will gleefully bomb Ukraine into the dark ages.
By the way, when truth and goodness return to this world, and the evil of Putin and complicit Russians face their inevitable judgement day, I suggest the crimes of the Russian nation be printed on their money so future generations won’t forget the evil their are committing daily in the name of their dear leader. I think the image of a bombed-out kindergarten in Ukraine will fit perfectly on a 1000-ruble note in Russia.
That image breaks my heart, because it reminds me of my own son’s kindergarten, which we abandoned when the war started. He had just turned five, and he was so proud to go to school to tell his teachers that he was “now five years old.” He loved that school. Kids taking naps in common in Russian kindergartens, and he used to sleep in a little bed similar to the ones you see here in this photo. We left and managed to create for him a new life in a culture that is better than the one we left.
But what about the Ukrainian children whose school this used to be? Shame on everyone who supports Putin! Shame on everyone in the U.S. who blames Ukraine for this!
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