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Attack of the Vengeful Hairdresser
Physically experiencing the journalistic side of bullshit.
Imagine, for a moment, the future of English-language news about Ukraine.
You're minding your own business and browsing the web, checking social media, or something, and you plug a cable into the back of your head so you can physically experience the journalistic side of bullshit.
Now imagine surfing to the new Kyiv Post’s website. Quickly, you click on a random link, only only to find yourself drowning in an essay about global food security. You follow another story that brings you to Ukraine’s Business Ombudsman, an experience that reminds you of the shower scene from Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho.
There's no escape. And your pain is irrelevant.
There's something about the sense of isolation and open space on this website, which evokes the Eternal Struggle, man against man against nature. Death claims all in the end, but it is the struggle that defines life.
Also, there is a kick to the balls, strong enough to lift a man off the ground, yet not strong enough to produce a blood-curdling shriek. It’s burbling Bohdan’s auto-hagiography. Automatically the funniest thing on this site.
A superhero ballet dancer being crushed by a giant hand? Okay, it's a bit weird, but I suppose this sort of thing does happen from time to time. Whoever drew this neglected to put in a background.