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I DON’T WANT TO BE RIGHT AT ALL

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Almost simultaneously, these words rang out:
A Russian anti-Rashist analyst: "Trump is a huge misfortune that has fallen on the heads of the world!"
My friend of 50 years in Kharkiv: "Trump is a terrible misfortune that has befallen Ukraine!"
Explanation:
The Russian anti-Rashist analyst is the only political commentator in Russian with whom I’ve shared the same positions since the beginning of the war – and not once, I repeat, not once has he disappointed me!
His name is Igor Yakovenko.
My friend from Kharkiv – a true brother to me – used to place significant hope in Trump.
For half a year I wrote to him and told him: Trump is Evil, nearly an idiot, basically a moron, an imbecile through and through, and quite clearly a narcissist.
But my friend would say:
"It won’t be fixed in 24 hours, but he promises peace. He’s the only one talking about peace. The others dream of victory – but that, alas, is (already) impossible..."
So why did both the analyst and my friend independently say what I quoted above?
The reason is clear: last night’s conversation between the two cursed villains – Rat King and the Orange Imbecile.
A conversation that was the greatest humiliation, a literal mental violation, ever inflicted on an American president by a foreign head of state.
A human, moral, political, and geopolitical nightmare of humiliation.
A catastrophic disgrace and shame.
Putin – to use sports language – crushed him, shredded him, annihilated him, beat him to a pulp.
Never before has an American president sunk so low on the international stage in a personal interaction with a foreign leader.
And it is even more monstrous because that foreign leader is, well… a monster!
As Yakovenko vividly put it:
“The president of a country with less than 1.5% of global GDP is cynically mocking the president of a country with more than 15% of global GDP!”
My friend sighed deeply and said:
"You turned out to be right. Maybe it's easier to be right when bombs aren’t falling on your head, when your third cousin hasn’t died in Bakhmut, when your nephew's son isn’t smiling on his birthday because he’s being drafted, and when your young neighbor is missing a leg – and his mother rejoiced at the news of the amputation, because at least her son is coming back… legless, but alive."
"Yes," I told him. "Maybe that’s exactly why I turned out to be right… But, as always in such cases, I really don’t want to be right –
For example, when today I fear that all this is still ahead for us..."

05.20.2025

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