Three Men Walk Into A Bar
Before my sleepless nights during this Trump regime, I had many, many nights staying up late, watching live streaming videos of Ukraine being bombarded with missiles as the skies were blackened with smoke from burning buildings.
We watched as men who would be conscripted to fight Russian soldiers left en masse, hoping to one day come back home.
If ever there was a David and Goliath story in real time it is the evil Putin against a man who once supported his family as a comedian, who was just an every day citizen. Zelensky became our hero when he was offered the chance to leave Ukraine and scoffed at the idea.
Now we have the orange clown butting in, claiming he'll fix it all, if only Volodymyr Zelensky will cave in and hand over Ukrainian land, a sacrifice made in good faith for making Vladimir have to go in there to weed out those nasty Nazis who were destroying Ukraine. Putin assumed he'd have the city of Kyiv in three days. It has now been three years and counting.
Everyone speculates as to why Trump admires Putin so much. Trump is used to being around tough, gruff, horrible examples of what a man should be. His father was an ugly, soulless, racist slumlord who taught Donny the ropes. Then Donald schmoozed with Roy Cohn, a man at odds with his own idea of what exemplifies a man. Cohn, a dirty lawyer, died of AIDS, never admitting he was gay.
Donald likes tough men, even if they are the most miserable fucks you'll never want to meet. Even when they pretend to be something they are not.
The orange man has probably never had one reflective moment. I doubt he has ever asked himself, "Am I doing the right thing?"
His father must have seen the crazy in his son. He nurtured it and used it to create the illusion of the masculine persona, the type insecure males idolize and emulate.
We all need to take a lesson from Zelensky. We will fight until we can no longer stand. European nations have gathered the wagons around Ukraine, giving their full support to Zelensky.
Trump has alienated every single ally we once had. We are on our own.
Three men walk into a bar. Only one walks out.
No joke. Just a wish.
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