🍝 THE DAILY SITDOWN 🍝

So, this Ukraine thing, right? Another goddamn mess. This Healey fella, the UK defense secretary, is spouting off about how they're gonna "help make the skies safe, the seas safe, the land safe," once this whole shebang is over. Sounds like a bunch of horseshit to me. Like promising a kid a candy bar after he finishes his broccoli. Will it happen? Maybe. Maybe not. It all depends on how much they actually want to get involved – and how much the other guys let them. This Putin character, this… *creature*, he’s in China, jawing about how the invasion can keep going. He’s got this defiant attitude, like some spoiled brat who just got his allowance cut. Healey thinks it’s all bluster, and maybe he’s right. Putin’s probably feeling the pinch, you know? Sanctions, the whole nine yards. It's like when your wife finds out you’ve been spending your “business” money on broads and coke. Things get a little… *tense*. And then there’s Trump. This guy… *Oy vey*. Healey’s giving him credit for “bringing Putin into talks,” and “not closing off options.” Now that’s a real load of crap. I mean, Trump practically rolled out the red carpet for Putin in Alaska, remember? Like he was some kind of visiting dignitary, not a fucking war criminal. Gave him enough caviar to feed a small country. The guy's a walking contradiction, like a cannoli with anchovies. You can't really trust him one way or the other, so what the fuck does it mean? Trump’s saying he's "disappointed" in Putin. Disappointed? The guy’s committing atrocities, and he's *disappointed*? It’s like being disappointed your lasagna's a little *too* cheesy. Disappointment's not exactly the right word there, is it? I mean, he threatened to punish him, but, you know, Trump’s threatened to do a lot of things. Remember that time he threatened to build a wall between Mexico and the US, a wall so high not even a pigeon can fly over it? Where's that wall now? Nowhere. Putin himself says there’s a "light at the end of the tunnel." A light? Sounds romantic, doesn't it? More likely it’s the headlight of an oncoming train. He’s playing games, trying to look like the reasonable one, before laying down his usual maximalist demands. The usual song and dance. This "discrimination against ethnic Russians" bullsh*t again? This whole invasion, that’s the pretext, the excuse for what he really wants. Power. Just like every other mobster, only on a much larger scale. This whole operation stinks of a power grab. And meeting Zelenskyy? Putin’s practically laughing at the idea. Says he’s "never ruled it out," but “is there any point?” The son of a bitch is mocking him! He wants Zelenskyy to come *to him*. See, that’s the sign of a real boss. You make the other guy come crawling to you, capisce? Look, this whole thing’s a goddamn chess match. Everyone’s maneuvering, everyone’s bluffing. It’ll end when someone finally decides to checkmate – or when they're all too tired to play anymore. Either way, there'll be casualties, like a bad wedding, you understand? A lot of broken promises and broken bones, maybe even a couple of whacked guys. But for now… we watch, we wait, and we see how this whole thing plays out. Maybe grab some gabagool while we're at it, eh? This is gonna be a long one.