So, there is no point at all in continuing the current insipid round of talks with the sneaky, slimey US, is there? No. No point at all.
So what the fuck is Putin playing at? What’s his game? If I were a Russian, I would be very worried about the recent goings on in hidden places, like the Arabian Desert. Nothing good, nothing open, nothing clean, nothing honest, can possibly be at the centre of those ill-considered talks. And essentially, according to all reports, nothing at all is going on, that has any bearing on the Ukraine conflict. Just a lot of pussy-footing and arsing around, beyond the boundaries of it.
It appears that only the head of the ‘Other Ukraine’ movement and ex-leader of the banned ‘Opposition Platform – for Life party’ has the guts to stand up and say this. His name is Victor Medvedchuk…
‘No deals with Kiev can be carried out without Ukraine’s full denazification — Medvedchuk’ – TASS – March 26, 2025
…and there’s me, of course, but I’m sitting here safely ensconced in my cosy nest in Australia. Far away from any potential firing line. Well, as far as I know, and possibly only if my brainless government can tear itself away from the insane and, quite frankly ‘laughable’ line it is taking on the matter. And I’m not sure they even realise what this means. The position is unbelievable and, from my point of view, untenable.
Is President Putin trying to snatch defeat for his country from out of the jaws of imminent victory? It certainly looks that way, to a long time, distant observer. But there is no sense in that proposition. I can only, therefore, believe that Putin is playing some underhand and dangerous game (which somehow does not fit his profile) to string along the numb-minded US ‘peace’ cohort with an image of resigned partial acceptance of their own view of reality, using soothing and pacifying words, plus offers of hockey pucks and personal portraits, until (still unhurried. Why?) his troops are camped on the borders of Kiev, Odessa, and a dozen other cities, ready to tear them apart to root out every last trace of nazism and whatever other diabolical postules of evil they may find lurking there. And just preceding that come-uppance, to surprise the Ukies, the European West, and the US, all of them, with a raucous announcement of “I win, you lose. Go suck a lemon!!”.
I soothe myself to sleep now, at night, with those thoughts. No other outcome cuts it for me.
No other outcome would seem… really… ‘Real’.
… or ‘Tangible’ …or, ‘Workable’.

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