Not in the best of moods.

In fact I seem to be in the cranky phase of my mood cycle. Not too severely – I just feel crabby overall as opposed to seething with hate.

Was feeling overheated and agitated earlier. It’s a bad combination. I’ve been there before. Usually means my pores are so clogged that not nearly enough sweat is making it to the surface so I am both overheating and my skin is freaking out and making me feel like I want to climb the walls.

Usually resolves itself. The pressure pushes the clogs out. But I take it as a pretty severe indicator that I need a shower real bad.

Or in my case, sigh, a sponge bath.

I really fucking hate those now.

I want a shower so bad I can taste it. But I always have this stupid fucking bandage on my foot that I am not supposed to get wet.

Speaking of which, the Creature of my Right Foot is pretty scary looking right now. I miss when it was a nice clean bump. Now it’s all twisted and gnarled like the bark of a very old tree during a heat wave.

As a result, it keeps wearing through the bandage, rendering the thing exposed to the air and the bandage rather useless.

And God knows that it’s not like I do a lot of walking. Just the bare minimum to get around our tiny apartment.

If I walked any less, my legs would become vestigial.

They are certainly trying.

Actually, though, there’s good news on that front. Having mostly conquered my scab picking habit, my legs are now free to heal up from all the wounds they used to have and they are not only almost entirely healed over but the some of the discolored areas are starting to fade as well.

My hope is that by the time summer comes around I will have healed enough to wear shorts outside the home.

So not EVERYthing gets worse over time. That’s nice.

Meanwhile, in world news, Putin’s war on Ukraine continues. He’s blatantly just bombing the shit out of everything out of sheer crankiness at how badly his big bad war is going so far.

What a great reason to murder countless innocent civilians.

Oh sorry, he’s doing it to “break the Ukrainians” spirit”.

How’s that working out for ya, Vlad the Lad? In the words of the late Stephen Biko :

“You can blow out a candle
But you can’t blow out a fire
Once the flames begin to catch
The wind will blow it higher”.

He’s learning this the hard way. Atrocities harden people’s resolve, Vladdie. The worse you are, the harder we hit back.

Things like this and what happened in Hong Kong prove that a free people cannot be suppressed. We fight back instinctively. The old methods of suppression and oppression do not work on us. We resist.

And we will keep on fighting back until your ass is in the cage at the Hague.

More after the break.

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More on Vladdy the Zaddy^[1]

One of the most surprising aspects of Russia’s imperialist aggression against a country eight times smaller than it is how entertaining it has become.

I mean, don’t for a moment think I am making light of Russia’s crimes or disrespected the millions of Ukrainians dead, dying, or displaced due to Putin’s monstrosities.

But you have to admit that how badly things are going for Vladdyshack is pretty goddamned funny in a downright slapstick manner.

I mean, Russia is a giant and by old school measures should have crushed puny little Ukraine in time to get back home before the borscht gets cold.

But Goliath was a giant too, and we all know how his fight with David went.

So instead of the quick mop-up job Putin and his cronies no doubt thought this would be – a mere appetizer before retaking the rest of the former USSR – it is instead an atrocious boondoggle that has been going on for three weeks so far, and in that time Kyivstone Cops haven’t captured a single major city.

Of course, we’re handing our David the very latest in stones for his sling.

But the real reason Russia’s pogram managers can’t due dick is to that non stop giggle factory that is military corruption.

Their equipment, from their MREs to their APCs, is absolute crap. Those big APC/monster truck beasts look very cool but have tires that can’t handle *sunlight* and need to be driven around every couple hours or they lose their shape.

Congrats – you’ve invented the only trucks in the world that need to be walked.

But the real sign that Putin has completely failed at fascism is that his soldiers are underfed, underpaid, homesick, tired, and underequipped, and therefore have extremely little will to fight and mostly just want to go home.

Fascism 101, Day 1 says the soldiers must be treated like gods. Fuck that up, and you are just setting up the next coup.

The ultimate sign of his fascist failure is that his soldiers are surrendering in droves. Why? Because they will be treated better by us as POWS than they are as soldiers in Putin’s tin pan army.

I mean, it’s not even close.

And of course, Putin is losing his shit ten times daily over this debacle. That cool, composed KGB chess player I always kind of respected is gone and now he’s just another hopping, shrieking, frothingly impotent man-baby throwing a massive hissy fit because things aren’t going his way.

Guess he’s more like Trump than we ever thought. Sad.

Right now, we, the tiny splinter faction known as THE ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD, have not joined the fight in person because nobody wants to start World War 3.

But he is going to keep pushing things until we have no choice. At which point he and whatever is left of his army will be crushed.

Because if his forces can’t beat lil ol Ukraine, how do you think they will do against THE ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD?

Warm up that cage in the Hague, folks. We’ll be needing it soon.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.