The Indelible President Is Disappointed.

The indelible president is disappointed.

Gerasimov, of course, is fidgeting and hinting that there will be another five to seven dead under the ruins in Pryluky, but the birthday is still hopelessly ruined. Putin was hoping for a surprise.

He was expecting Uncle Magyar’s pickled head, Biletsky’s severed hand, and a Russian flag over Mala Tokmachka.

And four murdered children, six crushed pensioners in Pryluky, and a young nurse torn to shreds in Kramatorsk cannot possibly count as a holiday gift.

Of course, his generals tried very hard to kill as many as possible, but all of it was “not it,” not what the Russian Führer dreamed of for his birthday.

Every new day of the fifth year of the war is a day of Russian shame.

All the words have faded and peeled away. The meaning of the war is laid bare.

What does Russia want?

It demands that its boot be kissed, along with its little suitcase bursting with poisonous shit. It wants dominion, obedience, and a back ready to receive the punitive whip of the “Russian world.”

Today it is already clear that none of its desires will come true.

Nevzorov

@nevzorovtv