Today’s vid is a note to Vladimir Putin asking him to not use nukes.
It’s something I am quite worried about.
I have this horrible vision of the old Vladillac himself, drunk and angry and in defiant denial of his own incompetence. staggering up to the nuclear button determined to give this harsh and unfair world a giant middle finger before the overdose of sleeping pills he just took kicks in.
Yes, I know it’s not that simple to launch nukes.
This is a nightmare, not a frigging simulation.
And to say a Ukraine that glows green at night would be the last thing the world needs right now is an understatement the size of all of time and space.
Although I dunno. Maybe nuclear winter would cancel out global warming.
Not worth it, obviously, but one takes one’s silver linings where one finds them.
Anyhow, I meant it when I said that if Vlad the Bad pushes the button the rest of the world would invade Russian looking for regime change.
He’d be lucky to live long enough to see the Hague.
And I hope he still knows this. But like with his bitch Dumb Donnie, I worry that the corrosive effects of autocracy coupled with advancing senility will create a perfect storm for the doing of truly terrible things.
Things they know they probably won’t live long enough to be punished for anyhow so they might as well do whatever brings them the most pleasure.
Dumb Donnie, at least, can still be stopped. The Supreme Court has said no to him many times now. The lower courts hate his fucking guts. Right now the only thing that is keeping him in power is the gutlessness of the Republicans in Congress.
And their majorities in both the House and the Senate are might slim, so it would not take very many of them to defect to the right side of history for things to change quite radically and maybe even permit impeachment.
But we don’t need impeachment to stop him. If the House and the Senate turn against him, and the courts already hate him, there is nothing to stop Congress from passing laws specifically to cut him off at the knees.
They control the purse strings, after all. They could defund the White House if they felt like it. Or pass laws officially stripping him of his powers as Commander In Chief.
It’s weird that the Americans feel the need to pretend their head of state is also the head of their military anyway.
No other country does that.
But as for the Vladiator, I am pretty sure the only way he’ll leave power is in a body bag. He has so much invested in not ever admitting he did anything wrong in attacking Ukraine that I can’t see any other way this can end.
Although I dunno. Maybe there could be a way to plausibly claim that, say, due to bad health he had to regretfully retire to a dacha on the Black Sea shore.
And he was never seen again except for the occasional “proof of life” video posted of him leading the life of a happy retiree.
Which are fake, obviously.
More seriously, I do not like the way things are headed. What are we in the rest of the world gonna do if he obliterates Ukraine with conventional weapons?
I worry that he’s still smart enough to know that if he is going to do that, he needs to do it all at once so that by the time the world knows about it, it’s over and the “we have to stop this madman now” argument loses its punch.
And if he really doesn’t give a shit any more, God help us all.
More after the break.
The other side
Had my therapy session with Doc Costin today, Wednesday, for the usual reason : he is traveling someone with his wife.
Probably to Calgary, where a bunch of his kids live.
Ended up tangled up talking about meds at the beginning of the session, which normally wouldn’t have bothered me much but after my frustrations with my phone call with Doc Kwok yesterday, it made me a little tense.
I was tempted to snark, “When do we get to the part where a doctor gets distracted and doesn’t let me get to the point?”
Ha ha ha.
But Doc Costin doesn’t deserve that. He’s a great guy.
So I did, eventually, get to relate my tale of woe about the Doc Kwok situation and he had some suggestions. The main takeaway was that I should talk with my main Wound Care nurse about it next Friday, which can’t hurt.
But he also thinks I should take my leaking love-tap to Urgent Care on the off chances that they will have a better attention span.
If I do it, I won’t be going to the UC on 3 Road. That one still fills up for the whole day by 10 am, apparently, and I doubt I could get their soon enough, and even if I could, I really dislike feeling like I am fighting through a crowd to do something.
So we’d be going to the one on Shellbridge Road. Hopefully the fact that it’s in a weird off the beaten track location means it’s not super slammed all the time.
If it’s slammed too, then clearly we need a third one. Dammit.
My leaky gasket is definitely not worth taking to the ER. So far it’s a pretty minor issue, so unless it gets drastically worse, no ER for me.
And I will dutifully go to the lab to get the bloodwork Doc Kwok wanted so that she will at least have one less excuse to not address my issue.
I am getting to the point where I wonder if I am going to have to go into these appointments already pissed off.
“OK, Doctor Idiot, here’s what we will be talking about. Try not to get distracted by someone jangling keys in the next room. ”
Probably not a good idea to say that.
But it sure would be funny!
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.