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Wandering around with suitcases
News galore this morning on Putin’s not-so-secret sneak attack, but nary a mention of this site’s highly successful run at being the number one hit for those who (for whatever reason; their reasons are their own) enter fuck putin into the only search engine that matters.
And we will fuck putin, we will.
In exercising my empowered agency as a purveyor of information about the on-going further invasion – or, rather, vile purulence – I have already discovered an interesting contrast between reporting on this sure-to-be-cracking story.
On the Ukrainian jacket, it’s all in your face, famous tongues just a-snakin’ away, badass chains nestled in luxurious chest hair. But on the Russian jacket, lots of Photoshopping has gone down, and all that supermacho chest growth has already started to recede. So far.
Dan on the British jacket sez:
The cockroach in Minsk, meanwhile, on the Belarusian jacket, has declared that he won’t allow the armies of Poland and Lithuania to shoot Russians in the back (as they invade Ukraine from the north).
On the Twitter jacket, there’s Christopher, a Buzzfeed jorno who had great success eight years ago convincing people that a popular insurrection — he still calls LPR/DPR “breakaway republics” — was underway in Donbas. He apparently is still at it, still wearing the dumb smile of someone who still can’t believe it was Vova’s work.
So far, the best news comes via RFE/RL’s Belarusian service from Veronika, who has barricaded herself in Ukraine’s capital and refuses to panic.
Oh, and our first Russian prisoners of war.
(To be continued …)