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.

Unable to establish any sort of authoritative voice before flinging together pro-Zelensky talking points, Leshchenko last year took the lead in the steeplechase of hacks making hay out of the country’s already unspeakable tragedy of democratic governance.

Playing temporary court jester to the wrong-and-strong, killvlogging endless shrill about everything conveniently ‘anti-Z’: this is all good and well. But that doesn’t help the teenage girls trying and failing to enjoy cuddles because this unhip doucherocket crashes their rave waving a Kiss Me! sign. This time with Franklin in tow.