Sovereign State (The Operator)

Serhiy and his automotrice

The coup de grace of Franklin’s lunatic hagiography, titled “The Man Who Chased History,” appearing in the October issue of The Atlantic is that he makes Z’s frontman the protagonist of the 5,300-word fantasy.

Spare me, spare me the song and dance. Anyone who believes this bullshit is a moron. It’s something of a reach to call Serhiy Leshchenko – who outperforms even the sweaty little fuckpigs working in the President’s Office – an exemplary anything. Which might explain why he consulted at the Kyiv Post last autumn, standing between his journalist colleagues, the god-fearing masthead owner and the sensitive puppy-dog editor with a gruff exterior. Makes perfect sense.