Frozen

The weather is getting harsher, colder. Winter is coming. So, it’s the perfect time for Putin and his goons to target the electrical grid and other infrastructure, along with civilian targets like apartment buildings in Kyiv.

There are no words. How does one begin to plum the depths of misery and despair, or the level of depravity on display for over three and a half years now? People suffer because a small man with old dreams deems them, or the ground they live on, as rightfully his. No thought for self-determination, or autonomy—those concepts are anathema to such an animal as Vladimir Putin and the war hawks shouting in his ear.

Peace is anathema. War is good for business, keeps the oligarchs happy.

There’s no respect or thought for human life, no heart. Just a return to some former glory where power resides in a handful of people, and citizens are subjects and pawns, left in the cold, out of the loop, at the mercy of the rich and ruthless.

What the hell is the matter with Russia? They have everything they need in their 11-time zone land mass. They could be a great country, a leader in the world. But they seem to only ever squander it, entrenched in the muck and mire of suspicion and paranoia, in the coldness of a Siberian winter. Just corruption and old thinking and a dim view of humanity.