Evening folks. Long time no chat as usual, but much like the pandemic, sometimes fuckery of untold proportion unfolds which forces me away from the repetitive rigours of normal life to hammer away at my keyboard.
So here we are.
Unless you have been living under a rock, Russia has invaded Ukraine and is in the process of chewing up as much territory as possible.
Right off the bat, please kindly fuck off if you want to get into a drawn out discussion regarding peacekeeping force and special conflict vs outright war technical hair splitting.
This is a straight up invasion and I have zero interest in sugar coating the reality on the ground. We leave that to the politicians or draft dodging former presidents.
The response thus so far has been unbelievably muted from our esteemed leaders. The EU has lit up institution buildings in a statement of support for Ukraine and consequently I am sure little Putin is terrified and will promptly cease and desist from trampling the Minsk agreement and bathing Ukraine’s territorial integrity in blood.
I and many of my fellow Europeans are beyond disgusted with the meek response from Europe and her allies. Banking sanctions are one thing but we need to swiftly cut them off from SWIFT. As in now. Right fucking now.
Sanctions have to hurt from the get go. You cannot commit to useless hand-wringing and threats of economic carnage in the distant future. The wishy washy approach from our weasels in suits is beyond the pale and Germany in particular should forever remember their actions (or lack thereof) with subdued shame.
As for the girl and I, we live in Europe, albeit Portugal, thusly we don’t expect to feel much if any consequences regardless of escalation. Nonetheless, my stockpiles are in fantastic shape and I am not particularly concerned for myself.
This is a dark time for the old world and its easy to whitewash the current events with help from the media and their never ending barrage of word vomit.
It’s one thing to talk about disputed borders, national identity, treaty rights or any other word of the day, but families in Ukraine are evacuating in the midst of winter, navigating treacherous terrain to get their families somewhere safe.
Poland has opened their border and suspended all visa requirements for Ukrainians. These people are the lucky ones. Many are stuck in their homes, huddling in fear as ordinance bombards their neighbours, their towns, their homes.
Real people with real worries facing a real existential threat. We, the privileged West, cannot lose sight of this as we get bogged down in sanction rhetoric and how many billions have been frozen or if the Russian stock market took a giant shit.
Does it help? Yes. Undoubtedly. But to the humans huddled together looking for respite let alone safety, it is not enough.
As a kid, I remember watching Hollywood movies and being enamoured with the “we don’t negotiate with terrorists” rhetoric. A symbolic red line was immortalised and a legend was born.
Where is this rhetoric now? Why are we virtue signalling superficial actions that offer vague hope and unrealized promises?
The West has the power, it just to locate its balls and fucking use it.