Putin was confident he could control Kyiv and every piece of Ukrainian ground west of the city in five days or less.
We are now in Day 12 of the Russian invasion. The Russian Army is an untrained, undisciplined, unmotivated, immature, inefficient, disorganized, poorly coordinated, incompetent, obsolete Paper Tiger.
And there’s a stuck-in-the-mud (figuratively and in some cases literally), out of gas, out of food, out of motivation Russian convoy stalled at the border, just waiting to be obliterated.
This whole thing doesn’t look like a “foregone conclusion” to me.
True, this all depends on how crazy Putin wants to get, and that’s a sobering thought.
But here’s reality. The Russian economy is in tatters, and what remains of it will disintegrate shortly. Russia is an international pariah, and enjoys exactly zero meaningful global support. Sorry to tell you this, Belarus, but you don’t count. Eritrea sounds like a urinary tract infection. It’s for you, Syria. It’s Nobody on line three. And Lil’ Kim, you’re still a pathetic little clown, even if we ourselves have a pathetic little clown defeated former president who still wants to stick his tongue in your mouth.
Ukraine may now be in position to play The Long Game. The Ukrainians can take this deep into the fourth quarter, and perhaps beyond.
Because they will fight. And then they will fight some more. And they’re just flat-out smarter than the Russian Army.
Did you hear the one (true story) about the Ukrainian man who, when confronted with a group of Russian soldiers who demanded access to the roof of his building, warmly invited them into his elevator, hit the button, let the elevator climb halfway between two floors, and then turned the power off?
As far as I know, those dolts are still in that ‘vator. And they are now no doubt out of sandwiches.
Putin simply doesn’t have enough troops, enough money, enough support or enough brains to fight a protracted war of town-to-town, house-to-house, fully committed Ukrainian resistance over a period of months or years.
This ain’t over. The Light of Real Freedom will never be snuffed.
One more thing. I said Real Freedom. Now I want all of you candy-ass, cupcake, snowflake, shrill, ignorant, arrogant, selfish, narcissistic faux tough guys who have been losing your minds about having to put a piece of cloth on your face to take a deep look at these Ukrainian heroes—and then take a deep look in the mirror.
Now go bitch about gas prices on your way to Starbucks.