Here here. Whenever I see Zelensky having to sit there with those horrid, whimpy, moronic tinpot dipshits I always hope somehow he is able to feel the encouragement and, yes, love, that we decent people of the plant are all, every single one of us, sending his way.

Indeed!

Where the hell is Lt. Aldo Raines? He and his boys would take care of this shit quick as a greased pig.

God, if only.

Notice how the shortest guy at the table is the only one willing to say that daddy is batshit crazy?

At some point I just want Zelensky to stand up, flip the bird to all of them, and then in perfect english tell them to fuck off. Oh well, diplomacy doesn't work that way.

Yup. But. He also knows he could eat any one of them alive in an honest meeting or negotiation. And he can wipe the slime off when he leaves, they cannot.

Right?!

I hear you, but honestly I'm not sure that guy could handle a mouse.

Thank you, I needed that.

the room fairly screams estrogen

Yeah, I do too. But remember, he knows how much better he is than all those people and the good he's doing. Also, he can get away from them and they will never outrun themselves.

Wait. Is it a projection of his mind? Trying so hard to be bright and shiny and sharp and yet fundamentally shot through with tangles of cobwebby gunk that hold it all together?

Ew.

Makes me think of Liberace. Which is terribly unfair to someone who I'm sure was an interesting musician and human, but there was kind of a style thing.

A little-known fact, but research has shown that we tend to shed fucks to give as we age.

They're very tiny little documents, easy to miss.

Thank you, George, you are one of the brightest shining lights. Happy Christmas to you also!