They’re getting everything wrong, same as last week and the one before. Zelensky plays the hero for cameras that won’t burn in Kyiv, and our boys freeze in trenches for five seconds of grainy footage. I didn’t survive the nineties so my pension could vanish into some general’s pocket while they chant about glory. America points fingers like a teacher, but they sold us gas yesterday and called it friendship. Respect isn’t won with missiles or tweets — ask any widow. My dacha fence held through three winters; shame the country can’t say the same.
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