Take Me to the Fire
Throw me in*
Congresswoman Victoria hails from the 10th largest city of the 38th largest state in America. She was born somewhere in Chernihiv and believes in a supernatural dictator.
She’s pro-life, pro-guns and pro-Ukraine. Def not an ibogaine user.
And confused and incoherent, judging by her outburst yesterday at the House Judiciary Committee’s markup pow wow. At first I thought it might be a language thing, but she sounds just as scatterbrained in Ukrainian.
You have to admire Victoria’s tenacity to remain with Team Trump where rejection and ridicule are just the beginning. Gaping insecurity, white-hot neediness, gelatin bravado – there are worse characteristics to have.
At least, Victoria isn’t a Ukraine expert.
We concluded on Day 22 that Russia would be defeated and that Phase 3 of this bloody mess would last for months1.
American lawmakers, such as Victoria, will be asked to support, if not authorize, the Third A, provided they are re-elected. Attempts by Ukraine’s current crop of political leaders to alienate her and Trump disciples is, at best, counterproductive, politically, and maybe disasterous, militarily.
No one should pretend functioning democratic institutions exist in Ukraine. It should be one of the primary tasks of the newly installed U.S. ambassador to Ukraine — not American lawmakers — to keep Z’s fuckpigs in line when they get out of it, which is often.
* My running playlist this year is slutty in a gender-neutral way, apropos of the title of this post.