Gonzalo Lira, in case you didn't know, is an American who lives, by choice, in what is still, for now, the Ukrainian city of Kharkov. He is therefore close to the action of the conflict in that, also for now, country. He is an educated man and, if he chooses to express an opinion, what... Continue Reading →
On Desperation and Dirty Bombs
I know I should say something on this, though I am not entirely sure what that should be. That desperation hangs in the air across the northern hemisphere of our planet, is indisputable. It is centred mostly within the halls of empire - Washington, London, Brussels, generally across Europe, and particularly within the Verkhovna Rada... Continue Reading →
Not Something Else 