You're In the Army Now: Putin's Army, That Is.

       So, the special operation being conducted in Ukraine by Putin's army is faltering on all fronts. His legions are reeling, falling back across the Dnipro R. in confused disarray. Casualties are significant, and the survivors are demoralized.  How to fix this? Kremlin advisors have suggested expanding the draft to add more soldiers to the gutted field army in Ukraine. Initially, recruitment was carried out in the traditional manner: appeals to Mother Russya; appeals to patriotism; appeals to history(The great Patriotic War). These efforts produced 2 or 3 conscripts/volunteers. Then, the shocking truth hit the Kremlin like a sledge hammer. The result: mass "gathering" of volunteers. Homeless shelters became targets for recruiters where residents were forcibly herded into waiting trucks. Prisons were emptied of offenders of minor crimes. And vodka drinkers were casually escorted to waiting trains for a trip to the training battalions. And then, these new-found "recruits were sent to--------the frontlines, some with guns, some not with guns. Welcome to the "New" Russyan army, led by old, fat, vodka swillers living in luxury in Moskava. Oh, Vladimir Vladimirovich: what have you done to Russya? 

      Most recently, you've stepped up your assault on Ukraine's infrastructure, in addition to its civilian population. Only yesterday, a 36 year old doctor was on her way to work in Kyiv when a missile destroyed her vehicle, killing her. An apartment house was struck by a drone, smashing a number of apartments. These drones really are model airplanes built by Iran and sold to the Russyan army for use in Ukraine. Much cheaper to use than advanced cruise missiles. These drones are easily thwarted with ground fire from armed infantry units.

       And, as winter approaches, the Kremlin and Kyiv prepare their citizens for the long, cold months ahead. New sanctions will continue to pour onto the heads of Russyan citizens as they wrestle with abuse foisted upon them by Mad Vlad. The old Goat, aged 70, is suffering late -life anxieties and doubts, consoled somewhat by his young partner, the mother of his baby twins. It won't help; it never does. The end is nigh for Mad Vlad.