"Honey, what's that whistling sound outside?" This was a common question yesterday just before the Russyan missile impacted a large apartment complex in the eastern Ukraine city of Dnipro. In the ongoing war conducted by the Kremlin in Ukraine, the winter music most often heard by civilians in the country is the whistling of artillery before it impacts the target(target area). At this moment, the death toll among the residents of this large apartment building stands at 40; 40 CIVILIANS! Ah, Vladimir. What is it in your tiny brain that approves of murder? Is it because you are a short Russyan? Is it because you drink too much vodka? Or you used to drink too much vodka? Or are you mad at your parents who delivered you as a Russyan and not a Frenchman, not a German, not an Italian; not an American?
Does your partner, the Mother of your twins, refuse to approve of your pathetic personality and only accepts you because of your money? Do you doubt her sincerity in all personal encounters? Are you worried about your pathetic legacy as less than(< Peter the great, Katherine the great, Rasputin,etc)? Now, now, Little Vova. Think, for once in your life. Ask your tiny self: does murdering civilians really add to my legacy? Will General Gerasimov pull a victory out of the winter offensive? So many questions; so few answers. Have a nice day.
Happy New Year, Vlady.
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