“The Zelensky offensive will win!” So our experts predict with a grin. Their conviction sounds strong. “Have we ever been wrong? List the times!” I can’t even begin.
I’ve adjusted to modern technology. I need offer no Luddite apology. I am fine, digit-wise. I reach virtual skies– though that doesn’t quite fit my theology.
Is Zaluzhny deceased? We won’t say. It’s an uncertain question today. It’ll be so tonight. Between hard black and white, there is always sufficient cool gray.
Artyomovsk, though it’s suffered, is free. Ukronazis were all forced to flee. Town’s no longer diseased. No, Zelensky’s not pleased. I can tell you who is, though: that’s me.
Hohol twerps booted out on their asses peddle claims to the gullible masses. No one kicked their patoot: they’ve encircled Bakhmut! Such effrontery truly surpasses.
Little fraud is no doubt in the wrong– and to him my aversion is strong. But it isn’t his game. NATO’s really to blame– and Zelensky’s just playing along.
A.I. threatens, unbearably sly: it’ll act — and we will not know why. Every gambit it plays will astound and amaze. What will save us? What else but A.I.?
Yes, Trump raped her. She’s eager to tell, at long last, how he put her through hell there in Bergdorf’s. At last she can speak of what’s past. Lots of other guys raped her as well.
What was lost, I insist, will be found. He who lives now unknown will be crowned. So I tell you, by Gawd! Is my confidence flawed? Then I’ll try new lies, just as profound!
Russia? China? I’m worried as hell about them. My dread’s too deep to tell. For security’s sake, will my government take both my balls and my firearms? Oh, well….