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As a Member of Parliament (1990–1994), I used to donate one third of my salary to support social institutions and people in distress (with the request that this not be publicized).

I say this because of an analogy that has been stuck in my mind these days—sadly and painfully.

Once, back then, I visited a facility that cared for mentally ill human beings—traditionally, yet heartlessly, referred to as a madhouse.

I noticed a patient standing in the middle of a large room, making faces, reciting something, gesturing, hopping, jogging in place, crouching.

I approached him, started a conversation, and asked him what he was doing and why he was doing it.

He answered with excessive pathos and unrestrained excitement:

- You are all my audience, I am the sole actor, and everything I perform is for all of you!!!

And today...

Today, European leaders go to Kyiv, support Zelensky and Ukraine, and present an ultimatum to the Bunker Rat King: *First a ceasefire, then whatever else may come.*

The Bunker Rat King, in turn, brazenly ignores their demands, glares with malice and cynicism, brutally torments Ukraine, and spits on reason and morality one more time. *First negotiations, then whatever else may come.*

And all these actors perform their parts for a single spectator.

And he is mentally ill, inside the real madhouse known as the White House...

05.12.2025