🍝 THE DAILY SITDOWN 🍝

So, listen to this cazzo of a story, alright? This Von der Leyen broad, head of somethin’ somethin’ in the EU – these fancy-pants Europeans, right? – she’s all up in arms. *Outraged*, she says. Like she’s got some kinda personal beef with these Ruskies. This whole thing… it’s a goddamn mess. They’re bombardin’ Kyiv again, worse than July, a real *slaughterhouse*. Twenty-three people dead, including four kids. Four kids, you hear me? Little freakin’ kids. Makes ya wanna puke, doesn’t it? Most of ‘em were in this five-story building, reduced to rubble – like somebody took a cannoli to a concrete wall. Completely flattened. And get this – the EU’s own office, their *diplomatic mission*, gets hit. Fifty meters away, she says. *Fifty meters!* Sounds like they were aiming for the freakin’ espresso machine. Close enough to smell the burnt coffee, I bet. The British Council too, got caught in the crossfire. These guys are playing with fire, this ain’t no picnic. Six hundred drones, thirty-plus missiles… they’re not messin’ around. Biggest attack this month, they say. These Ruskies… they’re like a spoiled brat throwin’ a tantrum, only instead of toys, they’re throwin’ missiles. What a bunch of animals. The whole thing's a goddamn disgrace. Reminds me of that time Paulie Walnuts got that package, remember? Expected a couple of cases of that top-shelf Chianti, opened the trunk, and… boom. Except this ain't no package, this is a full-blown war. And these are civilian casualties, not some made guys settling a score. This Zelensky guy, he’s screamin’ for more sanctions. More sanctions, huh? Like that’s gonna stop ‘em. These guys operate on a whole different level. It's like tryin' to stop a hurricane with a garden hose, capisce? The UK's prime minister, some Starmer fella, he's calling Putin a "peace saboteur." Sounds like a lotta hot air to me, but he's not wrong. And Putin? Still claimin’ he's interested in negotiations. Bullshit. He’s playing games, stringing ‘em along. This whole thing’s a f-ing chess game, and he’s movin’ his pieces like a grandmaster, except his pieces are missiles and his board is Ukraine. It's a sick kinda game, real sick. What can you do? This is… well, this is beyond my pay grade. Even *I*, and I’ve seen some shit, can’t figure this one out. This whole thing’s a nightmare. Fuhgeddaboudit… for now. Maybe I’ll have another espresso. This kinda news… it does a number on ya.