Day 655
Chainsaws of the state
Yuriy Butusov spends more than one hour ripping a large hole in the two-part analysis by the The Washington Post of Ukraine’s summer counteroffensive1.
Ouch.
Staff at the newspaper involved in “putting the package together” might consider resignation. This is the same The Washington Post that concocted a fairytale blaming Colonel Roman Chervinsky for blowing up gas pipelines undernearth the Artic Ocean.
We continue to urge Ukraine lovers to ignore experts and stay away from analysts, especially ones contacted by this newspaper, where journalists don’t even bother to name the analysts they cite. Anglophiles and heroin merchants don’t count23 .
Z is off to attend the inauguration of President of Argentina Javier Milei – a climate-change-denying populist who is known by the nickname El Loco. Last time I checked, that country’s debt to GDP ratio was slightly higher than Ukraine’s.
Brazil's disgraced former President Jair Bolsonaro, once an idol for Z, is also attending the Sunday beano, along with his son Eduardo. So is Spain's King Felipe VI, Hungary's Viktor Orban, Paraguay's Santiago Pena, Uruguay's Luis Lacalle Pou and Chile's Gabriel Boric.
In other news, Ukraine’s Green Cardinal, Andriy Yermak, has chatted up Alexander Soros on the sidelines of a meeting in Kyiv — the International Coalition of Countries for the Return of Ukrainian Children Deported by Russia. According to Yermak, Soros’s Renaissance Foundation in Kyiv has agreed to help out with ptsd in Odesa.
Ignore experts. Stay away from analysts (June 18, 2022)
An old DLI classmate passed away 11.25--not a surprise since diabetes and an unhealthy lifestyle had already cost him some toes and part of another leg. Few humans we encounter in this brief life are so fucking weird, irritating, and entertaining at the same time. KInd and good-hearted at times, and opinionated and annoying at others, Jim was like most of us but at the extremes. I feel lucky to have known him and even more lucky that I was NOT his roommate at D.L.I. Thought you might want to know amidst all the war shit.
ahhh... the blue crapheap! such memories. he lent me the car after the air force chick Carole Stearn that I had met in his car wanted to go out on a date.... she was about 5 or 6 yrs older to me and she basically looked at me like a piece of meat (i was tasty in my youth-) and commanded that i give her the keys --memorable in many ways! but perhaps the confirming story about jim's car not being a mercedes is when he drove me and others to my parents' place for Thanksgiving in AZ. My dad, a mechanic, saw the lack of tread on jim's tires and basically gave jim a couple of tires in hope of his son (me) surviving the trip back.... and then of course the roadtrip to LA with a bunch of us jammed into jim's car ?.....