All the propaganda blasts and jingoism in the world cannot change the fact that Youcrayne is being reduced to rubble, mile by mile, town by town, city by city.
There will be nothing left to it when this is all over, except for a smoking pile of rubble, wrecked infrastructure, starving and displaced people and a shortage of young men.
But the gay-dancing, grifting little grease stain Zelenskyyyy, whose world-class grift has rewarded him handsomely and who has luxury homes all over the planet, will be just fine as he and his beard live out their post-war lives in splendor (if his own people don't hunt him down and kill him first).
So keep on rah-rah-rah-ing all you want, keep constructing rainbows and unicorns in your minds and keep inhaling massive amounts of Youcropium, but no fantasy, no denial of realities, no desperate, pathetic exercising of your confirmation bias will change a single, horrible reality on the ground in what's left of Youcrayne.
