Are the Ukrainians Toast?

(I don't believe the mainstream media.)

Last night, I visited YouTube and watched a video featuring Colonel Douglas Macgregor. He's a former military officer who now writes books for a living. Anyway, Macgregor claims that 25,000 Ukrainian soldiers have been killed in the last two weeks because of Zelensky's new offensive against Putin. Conversely, only 200 Russians have been sent to meet their maker by the opposition. That's a huge disparity in the amount of casualties on the battlefield. The colonel also claims that the Ukrainians are pretty much a spent force and that their demise is imminent. 

Is Macgregor full of shit? I honestly couldn't tell you. Nevertheless, I don't feel that we're getting the whole truth from the mainstream media. The talking heads keep spinning fairy tales about the eventual fall of Vladimir the Barbarian. In fact, according to the mutants at Fox News and CNN, Russia was supposed to have succumbed bankruptcy and destruction about a year ago. So what the hell happened?

I went to bed at 11 p.m. and slept like the dead. Then I woke up at 7 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. After that, I called my mother using Facebook Messenger.

She said, "Your niece and her deadbeat boyfriend are visiting this weekend."

I said, "Is he a deadbeat? I thought he was on some type of sabbatical."

"Sabbatical my ass. That loser isn't making a penny, and he's living in the condo rent free."

"So who's paying the bills?"

"Your stupid niece is. Are you kidding me? She can't get a single nickel from that motherfucker."

I shook my head in dismay. "When's the last time he had a job?"

"It's been over a year. Plus he has an eight-year-old daughter whom he doesn't support."

"Who's looking after the child?"

"The girl's mother. But the kid lives at my condo, too. She sleeps under my roof three days a week."

Mom owns a lot of properties throughout Texas. She makes extra money by renting them to folk who have enough dough to pay the note. Trust me. The old lady has zero sympathy for broke dead dicks who can't cover their nut. He's simply lucky that he's dating one of Mom's grandbabies, or he'd be out on his ass in no-time flat.

I changed the subject. "Have you heard anything from Ken?"

"He sent me an email last night."

"What's he saying?"

"Not much. Things seem to be going well."

"That's good. I hope he's having a great time."

"I'm sure he is. It's fun to be young."

I switched on Netflix and watched several episodes of Seinfeld. The one that struck my fancy is when George and Susan's parents meet for the first time. George's father brings a loaf of marble rye bread to their house but steals it back before he leaves because of their bad manners. I literally couldn't stop laughing, and I nearly fell out of my chair. I shit you not.

Later that morning, I drove to church with Rice-Boy Larry. The sermon was OK. We're still on the Book of Isaiah, and we're reading the part where God's angel kills all of Sennacherib's forces. More than 185,000 men were slaughtered in one night.

After the service, the pastor approached me. "Is this the first time you've heard of Sennacherib?"

"No. There's actually a famous poem written about the incident called The Destruction of Sennacherib. I used to teach it several years ago to my students."

"Who wrote it?"

"Lord Byron."

The pastor looked it up on his smart phone and started nodding with approval. He's a nice guy, but he's one of those types who has to verify everything. But I'm not judging him. I'm probably the same way.

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