Stacking up dead North Korean soldiers like firewood somewhere in Russia’s Kursk oblast.
Over the weekend I fed little birds and listened, here and there, to snippets of a soap opera.
Markus is an influencer.
The six-episode vlog shows him wearing a beard smoking a cigar and complaining about how fucked-up things are in the Armed Forces of Ukraine1.
Hipster noncomisms. Puhlease.
I have zero positive memories about the serving part of my military career. That part was just one long nightmare. The job was fun and years training specifically for it even more fun. The serving part was awful. I don’t think I would have been able psychologically fit enough to be in a tac Last time I checked, punching officers in the face, repeatedly, earned you a dishonorable discharge.
Surely gushing about the unpleasant aspects of military life in any army, anywhere, especially in Ukraine during the worst part of the 11th year of war, is unproductive, at best. At worst, Markus’ over-produced testimonials is as demotivating as influential and diminishes the attractiveness of killing invaders.
The Trump White Coffee Bar is in my neighborhood. We avoid the venue, preferring Crime, Coffee & Cocktails next door. The patrons there could give a shit about Donald. They come for the $3.5 Mojitos.
Grovelling is never a good look, especially when you pride yourself on subjectiveness2.
I had turned out the creation of the 47th Mechanized Brigade altogether after the soap opera stories about/from Markus began popping up in late 2022.
Setting the Plate Clear. Subjectivizing Ukraine (September 6, 2021)