Day 723
Set of steak knives
So that loud noise yesterday morning was the sound of about 500 kilograms of high explosives from a North Korean KN-23 ballistic missile detonating outside of Kyiv. A friend of mine from Vrozel said the walls of his house shook from the blast The missile resembles Russia’s Iskander-M and flies in a quasi-ballistic trajectory. Its range is about 450 kilometers. We posted a video of the crater yesterday.
Those wondering why mother Russia would target Ukraine’s capital with such a powerful, deadly weapon have either already lost the thread or are thinking of voting for Robert F. Kennedy Jr. in the 2024 US presidential election. Only one week remains before we mark the tenth anniversary of the start of the war.
RFK Jr., by the way, thinks it’s partially Team USA’s fault that Russia is trying to kill us with North Korean missiles. When it comes to Ukraine, he’s wrong about almost everything.
Ukraine “expert” assholes abound in American politics. Cornel West in another nutcase, along with US House Speaker Mike and his boss pussy grabber. None of them have ever even visited the country. Ignorance is bliss for the truly inept.
But I digress.
Practicing philosopher Volodymyr Pastukhov last night said he could support the [unpopular in Ukraine] theory that what is taking place is part of a civil war, not a civil war between Russians who present themselves as Ukrainians and Russians, who present themselves as Russians, but a civil war within Russia itself, one between Russian traditionalists and Russian Europeans. According to this line of thinking, the former is waging a genocidal war against Ukraine as an instrument [to consolidate its own power] against the latter. He says the civil war in Russia started in 1991 and came to a boil in 2012, 2013, 2014 [when Putin decided to invade Ukraine].
Dunno.
I’m less a student of history than a witness of it. I lived six years in the Soviet Union (1969, 1970, 1976, 1986, 1988), and then four in Russia, four in Belarus and more than 20 in Ukraine. By 1993, it was clear the mess in Russia would become much messier. Belarus was on the verge of something wonderful in 1996, but that’s another story.
On the Ukraine jacket, lots of dead Russians — 1,200. Z is out of the country for talks with leaders of Germany and France, followed by a beano in Munich.
Uncle Joe not impressed w/ Speaker Mike’s decision to take a vacation.
Today’s song of the day is:
I’m honored that clueless idiots such as myself are called out. How was it possible to like in the USSR in 1986? I was refused as apparently I know too much to be trusted. So - who do you work for my talented journalist sergeant at TBerg? Funny, I was remembering that trip to East Berlin and Jeff was such an asshole at Alex and Cassie bulemic vomit at Ganymede as I held her hand after she pushed in her stomach. You have inspired me to watch Tucker Carlson for awhile.
Shit - I am so naive! Even after the Wall came down, I got a no go. So how is someone so special as you appear to be a white male. Oooops! But the rest works for the narrative. And why did you bother to go to Monterey? Free flight close to an interesting meeting in Vienna perhaps.
Good thing Kerry Dyer doesn’t read your blog or she would scold me for calling out the Crittman- and his insults were about equal to yours. You will need to zap my subscription because I plan to give the view of an American living in the actual USA. Which is divided in large part due to asshole slams EXACTLY like what was written.
So, stop the pity party. A friend has a foundation where treatment is free. She might just buy someone you love a plane ticket. Too bad I have total missed it in your morally superior eyes and country ( )
I didn’t deserve that Petya. I love you for being the complex guy I didn’t realize you were. I loved the work, dealt with the bs Army crap, but the joy of being great in ops was a rush!
My address is YOURS
My possessions are YOURS
My help is YOURS.
But, my guy is about to put a ring on is so you could hang out at the University of Illinois, enjoy the beauty and maybe even go to Farrin’s pub and enjoy a few beers before the joint under the stars about 10 miles away where that Bic is serious noise pollution