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GG isn't some random idiot. He's a British MP, has been in UK politics for 50 years, is a Labour activist of long standing with a very high profile in the UK labour movement. He has a huge following on social media. He's a regular speaker at political events, a TV commentator, and has debated at the Oxford Union (et al). He has influence beyond any random idiot. He's also a clever man. Maybe you aren't familiar with him. Unfortunately I think he's wrong on Ukraine.

I'm sort of a fan of George Galloway. I've admired his oratory ever since he took on and defeated the US Senate in a hearing on their own territory. His famous 'Two cheeks of the same ar5se' quote was delivered there. George has a YouTube channel called MOATS (Mother Of All Talkshows) where he gives a daily monologue, and invites various talking heads on to discuss current affairs. He strenuously supports the Palestinian people, and criticizes and condemns Israel for its murderous campaign against them, especially the indiscriminate bombing of women and children and aid workers. I totally agree with him. However, George is also a BIG supporter of Putin and Russia. He constantly claims that the Russian invasion was asked for and brought on by NATO encroachment and US dirty tricks, and is therefore justified. Including the indiscriminate bombing of women and children and aid workers. This I find hypocritical and intolerable. In his latest video on his MOATS channel he mentions this attack on Sumy, in a very cursory manner, and makes a slanted reference about a 'Ukrainian military parade' in the town that day. This is meant to justify the attack while he swiftly moves on to other issues. I found that video of the actual attack on another website. What I can see is a city street with just a few pedestrians, then the explosions begin. There is no sign or evidence of any military parade at that area. Another poster here gave a link referencing some kind of military ceremony, no video evidence or location shown. Does this justify lobbing guided missiles onto a civilian street? The video goes on to show the aftermath of the attack. There are plenty more videos on the web showing gruesome images of small children who were blown apart by the explosions. George just passed over this, made no reference at all to it. This to me exposes George as a terrible hypocrite. I can't stand hypocrisy. I can hear George saying 'This was all the result of Ukraines own behaviour', the same excuse we hear the Zionists use to justify their obliteration of Gaza. But George seems blind to the parallels in these two conflicts, and he hypocritically talks up one aggressors logic, while dismissing the same logic from the other. It's sickening and bare faced hypocrisy. There is no justification for raining missiles on children, whether they be Palestinian or Ukrainian, and George Galloway should be ashamed of himself.

Seems to me he doesn't give a crap what happens to Stonks, he said so himself, and that he wants a weaker dollar. It's all a big experiment, but whether it works or fails The Don won't lose. So naturally he'll be making sure his own ass is covered. Suck it up little people!

Keep shorting the USD. Its all going down the pan.

Are you aware that Iran is a military ally of Russia, with close economic ties? Maybe Putin won't like his buddies getting bombed, or even nuked. Trump should back off. He keeps breaking every commitment he made, including No More War. Has anybody made a list yet? What happened to 'The Big Beautiful Wall'? That seems to have crumbled to dust. Americans are fools, being manipulated and controlled by the Zionist regime, and Donny is just another boot licker for them.

What the HELL? Buying AMERICAN??? NOW??? Are they effing nuts?

Narrator: As the door slowly opened, a beam of light came creeping in, followed by a tall, thin old man with a lantern in his right hand. Despite his age, as shown by his white goatee and shoulder-length white hair, he walked with incredible agility. After closing the door quietly behind him, he held the lantern aloft and looked around as if to check for intruders. There was no one else in the room save for scores of shrunken human heads hanging in several rows on a wall. They seemed to stare at him with a mixture of hatred, hostility and fear in their sunken eyes. He showed not a bit of fear as he seemed to respond to their sinister stares with a wicked smile. The place appeared to be some kind of storeroom, with dozens of chests stacked neatly against the opposite wall. Beside the adjacent wall at the far end of the room were two old armchairs, flanked by two life-sized guardian statues with ferocious eyes gazing at the doorway. Hanging above each armchair was a large, shining sword, suspended from the ceiling by a thin rope. The old man walked towards an armchair, but he stood up again as soon as he sat down as though he suddenly remembered something important. Walking towards the wall, he pointed at the first shrunken human head (counting from the left in the top row) and snorted with laughter: "Still hating me, a seafarer from a faraway land, for chasing you and your family out of your house and stealing your home?" Looking at the second head in the same row with undisguised contempt, he scoffed: "You too, still hating me for freeing from your bondage and stealing your crown?" Turning to the third head in the same row, he laughed scornfully: "And you, still hating me for driving you out of your colonies and turning them into my backyard?" After sneering at each shrunken human head in rapid succession, he concluded with a warning to would-be opponents, "In spite of different races and strengths, there is a common denominator among all of you, that is, trying to vie with me for supremacy in the region. Being in the second spot behind me is the bane of your existence. To avoid the deadly bane, you should have slowed down once you reached the third spot in the race for supremacy. To edge me out of the top spot is not only a pipe dream but a nightmare! Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it. Just wait patiently for the arrival of your next companion!" The old man walked towards the same armchair again, probably to take a rest after his long "lecture" to the dumb skulls on the wall. Instead, after sitting down, he turned around to press one of the five hidden levers on the wall behind the armchair. At once, a hidden door in the stone wall swung open behind the guardian statue next to him, revealing a secret entrance to a basement. With one hand carrying the lantern and the other holding onto the handrail, he descended a narrow flight of stairs into the darkness below. After reaching the bottom of the staircase, he walked along a winding passageway till he came to an old, rusty, heavy iron door. Opening a huge rusty padlock with a key from his pocket, he pushed hard on the door to open it. The hinges creaked eerily as the door swung open. A nauseating stench rushed out from the room, almost bowling him over. He lamented: "Why am I so forgetful lately? I should have worn it before coming here." He put his lantern down and took out a surgical mask from his pocket to wear it over his mouth and nose. A gruff voice thundered from inside the room: "There is no need to stand on ceremony. Come in to relax, old man!" On entering a pitch-dark room, he saw two marble-sized spheres glowing red like burning coals in mid-air. As he moved his lantern nearer to the fiery red spheres, the light revealed that they were actually the malevolent flaming eyes of a large shaggy black dog chained in a lying posture to a pillar. The beast was unusually large for a dog, about the size of s grizzly bear or a horse. In the flickering light, it could be seen that the whole place, including the walls, ceiling, floor, pillars, even the iron door, was inscribed with unintelligible writing which appeared to be some sort of magic words or Abracadabra charms. For what purpose were they inscribed is anybody's guess. Old man: Doggy, how did you know I was outside the room? Dog: It's just simple common sense, even if I don't have the psychic power of telesthesia. Who else dares to come to this dreary chamber at the witching hour when I am thirsting for hot, tasty blood? Old man: I was hesitant to visit you lest I disturbed your sleep. Dog: You are kidding. How can I sleep soundly in this cesspool of filth? I really lead a dog's life here. If I could escape back to the underworld, I would complain about you to Hades and sue you for animal rights violations. Old man: I am second to none in championing the causes of human and animal rights. Dog: Yes, you are the indisputable champion of all rights, including the right to insult others. It always drives me crazy to see anyone covering his mouth and nose with a mask in front of me. Old man: Sorry, I wear a mask so as not to spread my flu to you. Dog: What a considerate fellow you are, hypocrite! Old man: To be frank with you, I don't like to come here, just like anybody else. I would rather forget your existence after dumping you here. N'esveillez pas lou chien qui dort. It's advisable to let sleeping dogs lie, but I am coming here with a good purpose tonight. Dog: There is a Chinese idiom, "One would never visit a Buddhist temple for no reason (无事不登三宝殿)." It means that "one would not visit somebody except on business or for help". You always come with no good purpose. Old man: I am bringing you some good news tonight. I am going to grant you limited freedom as I need your help to counter my new enemy. Dog: New enemy? There seems to be no end to your long list of enemies. Old man: If I find no enemies, I would feel something amiss. By the way, do you know who my new enemy is? Dog: I know whom you are referring to as I can sense his presence miles away. I am sure you are talking about the priest whose youngest brother's soul was stolen by me. Right now he is on his way to your hideout to retrieve his brother's soul. Old man: Yes, you have guessed correctly. The priest is the eldest of three wizard siblings. There was a long-standing feud between the priest and his remaining brother, thus giving me the opportunity to exploit the situation to my advantage. Even now, I still use the strategy of divide and conquer to weaken his tribe and sour his relations with his neighbours. I also spare no effort to shelter or support anyone who tries to break away from his tribe. Besides trying to retrieve his youngest brother's soul, I think he is coming here to challenge me to a duel. Some years ago, I took his brother's soul away from you and kept it as booty in a magic bottle after capturing you in a fierce battle. Dog: As we meet here tonight, I detect an undercurrent of self-doubt in your skull. You have banned the sale of all weapons to his tribe. In addition, you have collected all the mythical weapons in the world including the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi (草 薙 の 剣 meaning "Grass-Cutting Sword"), Excalibur, Thuận Thiên (順天, lit. "to obey, to accord with, to comply with Heaven" in Vietnamese), the silver lance of Olyndicus, the Aegis, the Armour of Achilles, the Flying Throne of Kai Kavus and the Canoe of Gluskab. You have the Sword of Damocles and the Honjo Masamune hanging from the ceiling above the armchairs in your storeroom. Any intruder who sits on the wrong armchair or presses a wrong hidden lever would succumb at once to the impending doom that hangs overhead. With so many mythical swords and formidable weapons in your arsenal, you can easily defeat anyone single-handedly. I don't understand why you still need my help to counter your new adversary. Old man: Taking the lion as an example. Even though it is called the king of the beasts, it is not as brave as most people think. A lion rarely hunts alone. On the contrary, lions hunt in a group known as a pride. Taking another example, a chess player can increase his chances of winning by positioning as many pieces as possible within striking distance around his opponent's king. That's why I try to form an alliance with you and another mythical animal. Dog (jokingly): It will be the birth of an unholy trinity! Old man (jokingly): Then I shall get one more mythical beast to form a "squad" to counter my adversary. There is nothing holy or unholy about a "squad". Dog (jokingly): Hope it won't turn out to be a "squab". Old man (jokingly): You have nothing else to think of except food. I shall be roaring with delight if you could eat up all my enemies. Dog (laughing): Including you? Old man (laughing): All your teeth will be extracted if you dare eat me up. Dog: Ha! Ha! Ha! I'd better laugh now while I still have the chance to bare my fangs. Old man: Let's see who will have the last laugh. Anyway, it's time to stop meandering in our conversation, and return to the topic about the priest. As I regard him as a formidable adversary or even an existential threat in the long run, I would not return your plunder and his youngest brother's soul to him, his nephew or any member of his tribe. Instead, I shall hand the stolen soul over to you as a reward for helping me counter the priest. Dog: I hate to say yes to others. But now that you are going to give me such a rich reward, how can I say no to you? Old man: I am glad that you do not say no to me at this juncture. Dog: It's quite funny that we were fighting against each other in the past: literally, dog biting man, and man biting dog. But now we are allies! Old man: I have no permanent friends or enemies, only interests. In the past, you were my bitter enemy but now you are my closest ally. Dog: Honestly, I don't trust your friendship. I can still remember your infamous quote about "all nations spy on each other", after a whistleblower leaked to the outside world about your mass spying operations on all people -- foes and friends, including allied tribal chiefs and even your own tribal members! Old man: I have to emphasize this point: "People and nations spy, even on friends." I am sure all my friends will spy on me even if I don't spy on them. Dog: Enough of your spying. Let's return to the topic about my permenent freedom. I believe that freedom is not only the oxygen of humanity, but also of all beasts particularly for a miserable dog like me. I have permanent interests but no permanent freedom. I wonder why you still imprison me here even though you had freed my two allies long ago. When will you grant me permanent freedom? Old man: Having permanent interests does not mean that you should have permanent freedom too. Give you an inch and you'll take a mile. Vae victis! Woe to the vanquished! As the vanquished, don't demand more than what I offer you! Dog: Even though you regard me as your closest ally now, you still refuse to grant me full freedom. It looks like our united front against the priest is just a marriage of convenience. Old man: So are all alliances! There are three reasons for imprisoning you permanently. Firstly, as long as I see you as an important counterweight to the priest, I shall keep you like treasure under lock and key. Secondly, I don't trust you even if you promise me to be as faithful as Argos, the legendary dog of Odysseus. Lastly, there's no such thing as a free lunch. The place you have occupied here all this while could have been put to more profitable use. Just do a simple calculation and you will find that you could never pay me your debts for your permanent accommodation here except with your permanent freedom. Dog: I am very disappointed that I can't fill my lungs with the oxygen of freedom, and proclaim to the outside world that "I am free at long last!" Anyway, thank you for inviting me, thank you for your hospitality to let me stay here for so long. Old man (speaking as sarcastically as the dog): For nearly eighty years! You have yourself to blame for the loss of your permanent freedom. I had no intention of fighting with you openly until you launched a sneak attack against me. I could never forget that fateful night when I strayed into the misty and gloomy abode of the dead. I saw these words inscribed over an archway: "LET NO COWARDS ENTER MY HOME FOR SCIENTIFIC RESEARCH." I am no coward, of course. So why should I be afraid to enter? After going through the archway, I found myself in an old dilapidated garden overgrown with weeds and strewn with skeletons. Soon I arrived at a derelict building with two open doors. Over one door was the inscription "The Door to Peace", and over the other "The Door to War". I stood staring at the tumbledown building for a long while, hesitating to enter but curiosity eventually got the better of me. As I am a peace-loving man, I chose to enter through "The Door to Peace". To my horror, you crept stealthily behind me, sank your sharp fangs into my right thigh and bit off a large chunk of flesh. When I woke up, I found myself lying in bed with a large chunk of flesh missing from my bloody leg. Fortunately, I was able to eradicate the virus from my body with my magic antiviral drug otherwise I would have died of rabies long ago. Dog: You have yourself to blame since you ignored my warning that was inscribed over the archway. You entered my home for scientific research of your own volition. Old man: What were you testing by biting others in your Home For Scientific Research? Dog: It's a riddle for the intelligent. Old man: What would happen if I stepped into "The Door to War"? Dog: You would wake up looking for your missing head! Old man: No wonder you are nicknamed “Bearer of Death”. Whether I chose "war" or "peace", I would still lose part of my body! Dog: Don't call the kettle black. You are known as the "Sower of Discord" because of your habit of sowing the seeds of discord wherever you go. Old man: Don't give all sorts of ridiculous excuses for your sins. After your sneak attack against me, I allied with the priest's remaining brother and other sorcerers to give you and your two allies a sound thrashing. After capturing you in a fierce battle, I seized your plunder including the priest's youngest brother's soul which I kept in a magic bottle. At first, I intended to return your plunder and the stolen soul to the priest's remaining sibling. I had discussed with him about the return of his youngest brother's soul but he asked me to be its temporary custodian until he won the power struggle against his eldest brother. I had second thought after he lost control of his ancestral temple to the priest and fled with his family to a nearby island. Fortunately, he was so frail and sickly that he departed this world sooner than I anticipated, thus saving me the headache of deciding whether I should return all your plunder to his tribe. By the blessing of Providence, he left behind a son who was equally hostile to his uncle. Dog: Your tribe is living in a mountainous region far away from his tribe on the coastal plain. There is a Chinese idiom, "The water in the well does not intrude into the water in the river (井水不犯河水)." It means that "everyone should mind his own business". There should be no rivalry between you and the priest. The region is vast enough for both tribes. Why are you so hostile to the priest? Old man: It's not a matter whether the region is large or small. As a Chinese saying goes, "A mountain cannot accommodate two tigers (一山不容二虎)", my tribe must maintain its supremacy and predominance in the region by all means. Dog: Why are you so afraid of him? He can't even rein in his dwarfish wayward ally. He is not as terrible as you who are adept at arm-twisting others into bending to your wishes and forcing others to become your unwilling allies. Old man: Don't ever underestimate one's opponents! To ensure victory, I must keep the upper hand over my enemy. There is no such thing as a fair fight. Dog: Sunzi says, “The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.” In addition, Abraham Lincoln was quoted as saying that "the best way to destroy an enemy is to make him a friend." Then why don't you make the priest or any enemy your friend instead? Old man: I disagree with Abraham Lincoln. Instead, I think a better quote should be "The best way to destroy an enemy is to make him a pet". The more you help me in my power struggle against my enemy, the more freedom I shall give to you. Once I master the "magic power of the invisible leash", you will regain all your freedom. Beware, however! You will come to a sorry end if you think you can be naughty again and roam wherever you please without listening to me. I shall be able to pull you back and rein you in with the magic invisible leash on your neck. Dog: I have decided to stand shoulder to shoulder with you. Old man: Instead of standing shoulder to shoulder with me, I prefer you to move at least one step ahead of me, not only to be my "shield" but also my "spear" in the life-and-death struggle with the priest. Dog: There is a Cantonese idiom, "A wise man speaks but a fool acts on his behalf." (精人出口，笨人出手 the Cantonese pronunciation of which is "jēng yàhn chēut háu, bahn yàhn chēut sáu".) It means that "a wise person cajoles and tricks a fool into doing what he wants". Now I know how unscrupulous and despicable you are in using me as a vanguard in your strategy to contain the priest's tribe! Old man: Whether you are a fool or not, you have no choice but to be at my mercy. Dog: Yes, any alternative is better than to be left rotting in this damned place. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. I have no choice but to content myself with a modicum of freedom. Old man: That's the right attitude. Grip your bird tightly with your paw lest it flies away. Henceforth, you are my "full global partner" in all my endeavours. Dog: Give me a good scrub before letting me see the light of day in many years. Old man: My servants can wash the dirt off your body but not your soul. Narrator: The large shaggy black dog was taken out from the dungeon and chained to the gate of the old man's mountain fortress next day.

Decades ago, when I was on a visit to NYC, I turned on the TV in my hotel room to catch the news (always local crap only, cat stuck up a tree etc, while rest of world on fire). The news was interrupted by yet another bloody ad break. But this one had me riveted. I never forgot it. It starts with a guy sitting in his armchair at home, watching TV. I think the TV made a comment about US manufacturing going overseas. He casually picks up and reads the label under his ashtray - "Made In Mexico". He chucks it out the open window in anger. Then he gets up and goes around the room looking at the label on every item; The table lamp - "Made in China", out the window. The armchair - "Made in Canada", out the window. He's getting more and more angry. The TV itself- "Made in Japan" out the window. Finally the room is empty of every item of furniture. There's one last thing. On the wall over the fireplace. A RIFLE. He takes it off the wall and reads the label - "Smith & Wesson, "Made in the USA". The camera focuses on his smiling face as the fondles the weapon. "Buy American" says the voiceover, as the screen goes dark. I know Yanks are famous for not 'getting' irony - but you'd think that the ad men at Smith & Wesson should have an ounce of self awareness. The only thing the US manufactures is weapons of war. Even the commercial aviation industry is built on military sales. Gotta keep the demand going! PS. If anybody can locate that original advert I'd really love to see it again.

Sheet, poor ole Ronnie got throwed under de bus. Nuthins sacred to these bastids.

A Republican Hero calling out Trump (skip to 2:10). Awkward.....

"The Media Is Lying To You" And in other news, bears found <deleted>ting in the woods....

Will it help? How? I don't live in Pattaya.

What pisses me off more is broke Farangs. I have many friends and acquaintances, but I seem to attract losers. I’m pretty well off, and it’s the result of decades of hard work and smart money management. I earned it all. Nobody gave me anything. But most of the people I know seem to live hand to mouth existences. I’m not an easy touch, if that’s what you’re thinking, it’s just a sad fact that too many people I meet are broke, and it’s a pain in my arse. I want to hang out with rich guys like me only. Maybe I’m in the wrong country.

So that's what your avatar means! Groovey!

So, the vaunted 'Ceasefire Deal' that Trump promised 'on Day One' is dead - as I predicted. I told you Putin would never ceasefire until he had recaptured Kursk. Trump guarenteed this outcome by pulling US support of Ukraine and emboldening Putin. This is the outcome forged by the 'master of The Art of The Deal'. What a joke. He trashed his own best bargaining chip before even starting negotiations! A rookie error. I wonder how hard he had to beg Putin to give him SOMETHING, ANYTHING to take away and save his face. Probably Putin got more than we've been told. Art of The Deal my arse!

You are ill informed my dear. There are thousands of references in Islamic texts about the Houris of Paradise. Here's a random example; "It was narrated that Anas (may Allah be pleased with him) said: The Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said: “If a woman from among the people of Paradise were to look out over the earth, she would illuminate everything that is in between them, and would fill everything that is in between them with fragrance. And the scarf on her head is better than this world and everything in it.” If she were to show her face, it would shine between heaven and earth; how beautiful is the light of her face and how beautiful the scent that is filling the space between heaven and earth. As for her garments, the scarf that she places on her head is better than the beauty of this world and all that is in it of delights and pleasure and natural beauty and splendid palaces and other kinds of luxuries. Glory be to their Creator, how great He is, and congratulations to the one for whom she is and he is for her. " Furthermore; "Qur'anic commentator Al-Suyuti (died 1505) and Orthodox Muslim theologians such as al Ghazali (died 1111 CE) and Al-Ash'ari (died 935 CE) graphically elaborated sensual pleasures attributed to Muslims in paradise". Al-Suyuti wrote, "Each time we sleep with a Houri we find her virgin. Besides, the penis of the Elected never softens. The erection is eternal; the sensation that you feel each time you make love is utterly delicious and out of this world and were you to experience it in this world you would faint. Each chosen one [i.e. Muslim] will marry seventy houris, besides the women he married on earth, and all will have appetizing vaginas." On the whole, the Qur'an and the hadiths are filled with sexual fantasies that Muslim men are awarded when they reach Islamic heaven. Anas bin Malik, an Islamic scholar, claimed that "The Prophet used to visit all his wives in a round, during the day and night and they were eleven in number… The Prophet was given the strength of thirty (men)." Muhammad (hadith 24) apparently claimed that devout Muslims would be given the sexual strength of 100 persons upon their arrival in Heaven. (This is apparently more than what was attributed to the prophet himself)." So, not a religion that despises sexual pleasure.

If you'd lived in Hong Kong for a few years you'd know that the hands down winners are the Indonesians. The clubs there are full of free-lancers from all over SE Asia. Mostly they are 'helpers' (domestic maids) on their day off. They are not the hardened prostitutes of Thailand, but women who are living hard lonely lives, looking for some love and affection, and fun, and maybe some extra cash. Over a few pints in Wanchai, me and my mates arrived at the following concensus; The Philipinas are all guilt ridden and hung up on their (mostly Catholic) upbringing which preaches sex to be for procreation only and strictly dirty and to be avoided under all other circumstances. They can be cute. But not very sexy. And often focussed on money grabbing. Jealous too. The Indo girls - freed from the conservativism in Indonesia - break out spectacularly. They love to shag. It's a strange and unexpected contradiction given the apparent brainwashing of Islam, but the funny thing about that religion is it doesn't treat the actual sex act as a disgusting perversion, as Catholicism does. The Islamic Paradise is a whore mongers dream, with beautiful naked virgins to entertain the faithful. The girls are well aware of it and when freed from their home constraints they indulge enthusiastically. Check it out.

Nope. Russia has CLEARLY LOST. It lost on Day 3. Why? Because Putin forecast a 3 day campaign to defeat Ukraine. 3 years later he still hasn't managed it. A world 'superpower' held at bay by a puny nation with no nukes. Not only that - Russia's satrap Syria was overrun while he was faffing about in Ukraine, and as a result Russia lost access to one of it's most important Mediterranean naval facilities and ports. The mighty Russian Army has been exposed as a paper tiger and lost all credibility. No wonder Europe is finally talking about boots on the ground.

It's not so much the dying, it's the disposal that concerns me. My MIL died several years ago and (as is the Chinese practice) she was cremated. We waited at the crematorium for the remains. I was expecting an urn. Instead the worker handed my girl a tin can - a small bucket - with the ashes inside, including a recogniseable chunk of skull. She burst into floods of tears. I was kicking myself for not having brought a decent urn along with me. I was disgusted at the callousness of it. In Georgetown, Penang, just across the road from the beautiful historic E&O Hotel, there is an old British Colonial graveyard. It's a fascinating place to walk around, I highly recommend it if you ever visit the island. The inscriptions on the headstones and tombs are so intriguing. The names often match street names in the old town. Some carry short stories of the lives and deaths of the interred. Most of the graves are in bad condition, falling over, broken, and overgrown. It's a shame to see such history neglected. It's a sad and forlorn sight. How dare the British community and Churches - or even the State - allows such a precious monument to rot like that. But worse still is the state of the locals graveyards, both muslim and Chinese. They are all little more than waste ground, often with industrial buildings pressing up on the perimeters. No dignity, no peace, no respect. It might not matter to you when you're dead - but it might matter a lot to your loved ones that you are interred in an abandoned <deleted>hole. Think of them you selfish bastards.

There will be no ceasefire from Putin until he has clawed back control of Kursk. Having it in Ukrainian control weakens his hand in any peace negotiations. The 'allies' (OK, joke term) will demand he gives up territory in Ukraine in exchange for Kursk, so he has to finish that before going to the table. Trump's 'begging' and pleading that he doesn't kill the Ukrainian solidiers in Kursk is his belated realisation of this fact. He's desperately hoping Putin will lay down the guns before negotiations begin. No chance! Trump's blundering has engineered the situation now playing out. He gave Putin the signal to screw Ukraine, and Putin accepted the offer. There'll be no peace, despite Trumps begging, until Putin has regained Kursk. The blood of all those Ukrainian men is on Trumps hands.

Never saw any other 'politician' blow as hard as Trump. Are you telling me you believe all his BS? You're taking him seriously. Or is it literally? Stop it.

Not me bud. I'm a very stable genius! 😜

Yep - the scales are falling from our eyes. The US is a war mongering brute nation which staggers from conflict to conflict, never winning, always running away from the <deleted> it creates and leaving the rest of us to clean up after it. That's the true measure of Yankee cowardice.

OK, so the Chumps say I shouldn't take him literally. Forget Day 1. How about, Day 2? Day 22? ....32? How many days is it now since Jan 20th? Ever? I think NEVER is quite likely. How long can you hold your breath oh ye faithful? Ooops, fail....

The Beeb says Trump threatenend Vlad that if he didn't accept the peace deal 'I will bury you' or somesuch. Now where have I heard that before? Mmmmmm....