Appeal to Pity
Kyiv Post: The worst blimp crash ever
Silence, and respect. Anything else is grave-robbing.
The real coup de grace of the whole affair is that President Zelensky’s frontman has injected himself, now daily, into this paranoid lunatic fable via his deep-thinking killvlog, saying he stands between his journalist colleagues, the god-fearing masthead owner and a sensitive puppy-dog man with a gruff exterior.
Spare me, spare me the song and dance. Anyone who believes this bullshit is a moron. It’s something of a reach to call Serhiy Leshchenko – who outperforms even the sweaty little fuckpigs working in the President’s Office – an exemplary anything. Which explains why he remains an employee of the Kyiv Post.
Playing temporary court jester to the wrong-and-strong, bleating endless shrill about everything conveniently ‘anti-Ze’: this is all good and well. But adding sham gravitas about someone else’s unspeakable tragedy is a disgrace. Just ask Hanna. She is in mourning.
Her colleague Illia, whose beat is/was “war, weapons, beer & heavy metal,” wants us to keep paying attention.
Well gosh, best of luck with the blimp. I think if I were handed the problem of how to get word out about #extrememilk that’s the road I’d take.
It just feels right.