Mad Dog Bites Master’s Hand

Cocaine! What an evil drug.

I have run out of superlatives. So EXTRA-ordinary will have to suffice. I can’t remember where we were just six weeks ago.

We are living in one of those times the far-left mass murder, Valdimir Ulyanov, talked about.

Zelensky is now a dead man walking.

When his time comes (very soon), he can’t take refuge in America and profit from his humongous loot stored there.

England? Har! Har! Har! He will soon find out why it is called Perfidious Albion.

France? Macro will soon be out! Har! Har! Har!

His only chance of survival is to defect to … Russia. Har! Har! Har! He would offer information in exchange for life and protection for himself and all his family. The parasite does know a LOT. But he is obviously too far gone for that.

We are watching a live novel entitled Chronicle of a Death Foretold by Ukrainian author Volodymyr Oleksandrovych Zelenskyy (born 25 January 1978; died sometimes in 2025).

Meltdown.

A Chihuahua should not attack an angry Doberman.

Time to warm up to Pop Corn maker and rewatch Scarface; especially the ending.

Let’s enjoy the show.