The interview with a young woman who had survived some harrowing moments somewhere near Kyiv was heartbreaking and touched on something I and probably many others have been feeling lately. Through her tears, she ended up saying something like “… blue sky, just look up and appreciate the blue sky…” It was riveting. It hit home. The news reporter was probably fighting the instinct to give her a hug.
The cruelty of this, the sheer inhumanity of it. Haven’t we had enough of this?
And another thing… everybody over here seems to be worried about us poor Americans and the price we’re paying at the pump. My word, if sanctions work and we’re cutting off cash flow by reducing demand for gas, then maybe we should consider this a piece of the sacrifice we can make. We need to have skin in this game, too, so if bearing the burden of high fuel costs can be a way to do that, then so be it. It’s truly the least we can do.
Think of all that Putin has stolen from the people—their homes, their livelihoods, their routines. Their loved ones. Irreversible, unrecoverable, ghastly losses of all that is familiar and at one time perhaps taken for granted. The feeling of being uprooted from home and never returning. And the fear, the constant, gut-wrenching fear.
Vladimir Putin is a monster. It would be a remarkable thing if Russian troops came to the same conclusion.