I was pleased to listen to how Skabeeva is furious about the successes of the rashist army at the front. “The front is stalled,” she says.
Deputy Zhuravlev barked that the Ukrainian Armed Forces are in constant defense, which means they won’t win the war. But Skabeeva replied that this is Ukraine’s plan—to kill orcs until they die since Putin conveniently drives them onto our bayonets (drones).
And it’s not just her being smart—in her family with Popov, it’s Popov who is the brains for both, and in the evenings, it’s noticeable what propagandists talk about in private.
But indeed: Skabeeva finally noticed that “advancing” doesn’t mean “winning.”
The Russian army has been through this before. In 1916. The result was not pleasing. It was called the Brusilov Offensive. Another grand Russian operation that patriots were proud of, the only breakthrough on the static fronts of World War I. Back then, Russia was the only one stupid enough to strain all its forces and launch an offensive. Then it squandered its resources and was the first of all warring sides to collapse. And by 1918, the Germans had defeated the Russian army and advanced hundreds of kilometers deep into Russia. Even though by that time they were so exhausted that German units were advancing in horse-drawn sleighs. Russian patriots must have found it amusing to see the German army sitting in defense, and then three German soldiers capturing cities.
So Skabeeva realized that until we have the strength to launch an offensive directly to Rostov-on-Don, we won’t rush. Liberating Donetsk or Luhansk gives nothing strategically, only Rostov-on-Don securely closes the entrance for the Horde into our part of the Steppe. And it’s not worth starting anything less.
Nevertheless.
The useless strain of forces began to bear fruit. We didn’t give them peace agreements to reward their efforts, and now even representatives of backward tribes began to realize the fallacy of the Pharaoh’s plan.
He devised it cleverly: pave my way to paradise with the bodies of subjects. Let them die for 21 years, and I’ll go to Gelendzhik. But the talking dogs began to notice that they are the ones who have to bear the burden for the doctrine “fight like Tsar Peter for 21 years”. If you can win here and now, do it. If not—don’t boast. And there are no fools to catch drones in the face and watch another Vesuvius, Tuapse-vius, or Perm-vius in their city.
This is exactly how Prigozhin’s rebellion began. The process is always the same. First, one wakes up from propaganda intoxication, then the first 10, and then the tsar is on a shovel.
Cartoon: Régis Hector
