Four Russians try to shoot down a drone but it takes out one of their vehicles.
HIMARS pays a visit to a group of Russian infantry.
Remember that pipeline Russians were trying to use to infiltrate into the city of Kupyansk?
But things are still getting worse at Kupyansk.
Ukrainian drones taking out Russian vehicles.
Russia vehicle running over a Russian soldier.
More Russian stuff blowing up.
Detonators from almost a century ago.
Russia struck again at Ukrainian rail infrastructure.
More problems at the Black Sea Fleet.
There was a report about a month ago about naval commanders skimming money from ship repair funds. This one is about the poor quality of new recruits.
2/ The VChK-OGPU Telegram channel reports that, according to a source, “All vacations have been cancelled, units are overcrowded, and newly arrived contract soldiers are being massively appointed to key positions in the crews.”
3/ “About 70% of them are chronic alcoholics and drug addicts. For such “fighters”, the Black Sea Fleet administration has come up with a special “punishment” – transfer to the 810th Separate Marine Brigade.
4/ “The newly appointed brigade commander, Guards Colonel Oleynikov, is not thrilled – to put it mildly – that his unit is being turned into a dumping ground for problematic personnel, while the commanders of ship and boat formations in the rear are quietly…
5/ … making money on “repairs” of ships. This is already provoking a direct conflict between him, the commanders of other brigades and personally the commander of the Black Sea Fleet, Vice-Admiral Pinchuk.
A Russian propagandist blogger who woke up and smelled the coffee. His basic message is that Russia’s dream of uniting with Ukraine or even just the Donbas region is FUBAR.
He’ll probably be arrested and charged with discrediting the military or advocating terrorism or some such bullshit.
It turns out we’ve punished the most Russian, most developed regions of Novorossiya. Unfortunately, yes, we’ll have to say goodbye to Ukraine – to the dream of reunification. Well, not say goodbye, but bid it farewell for a very, very long time. The chance was missed in 2014,” he says.
Speaking of the joys of liberation by Russia — here’s a video of Donetsk residents arguing over a pump that one guy has rigged to bring water up to his apartment.
Another 1,020 Russians who should have stayed home. Plus 5 tanks.
More of Trump’s schizophrenic foreign policy.
Guys like Tillis and Lindsey Graham are all talk, no action.
The Trump regime basically sent these guys to their deaths.
Some U.S. aid is finally flowing.
Can Charles also get in a few words about Medicaid and guns?
These four folks should be knighted instead of arrested.
Sounds good to me. Let’s do it.
Time to once again check in on how the Russian economy is doing.
The good news is that if the gas station is hit by a drone, it won’t explode in a huge fireball.
Bacardi makes shitty rum anyway.
The EU adopts yet another sanctions package.
Two Americans who are fighting in Ukraine give interviews about what it is like fighting the Russians and how drones have taken over the battlefield.
Could be a Russian operation or maybe a homegrown enemy.
The Cluelessness Award for 2025 goes to …
Siberia is spontaneously exploding.
Russia just replenished its hostage exchange fund.
He was 400 km from the end of his journey, but what the hell was he thinking?
Doubtful.
Russians never asked forgiveness for the gulags. They haven’t asked forgiveness for the millions Stalin murdered. Maybe one day there will be a Russian renaissance, but it likely won’t be in our lifetimes.
This is correct. Constant innovation is crucial in the new drone warfare environment.
Also correct. Being ready for war is about way more than just having enough personnel and equipment.
Yep. There is surely a crime wave coming.
Did you know that Moldova has its own version of Woodstock? Hippie culture lives on!
The essay quoted below is from an email newsletter called Moldova Matters.
The little village of Poiana is north of the capital of Chisinau and close to the border with the breakaway region of Transnistria.
Moldova’s Woodstock is purposefully nomadic, materializing once a year in a different part of the country. Enduring requisites for site selection: easy access to a spring with clean water, a unique natural environment, well-defined paths leading to spaces that could accommodate the necessary infrastructure for camping, cooking, eating, performing and learning. This year Poiana hit the spot, welcoming 900+ artists and guests from Moldova, Ukraine, Romania, and beyond.
My friend Olga and I can testify to the perfection of this site. Indeed, she pitched our turtle tent next to a small tree in an open meadow. No numbered campsites. No cars in sight (except for set up and break down). A cloth laid on the grass outside our abode was the setup for picnics. Delicious spring water quenched our thirst. Swimming in the river refreshed us. The full moon lit the way home each night. We had a peaceful, quiet place to lay our heads; only a few neighbors murmured around their flickering campfires. Morning light came with cowbells as a few nosy bovines grazed their way through the tent village.
I’ll never forget all the bare feet. Self-consciously shorn, I was surrounded by hundreds who’d abandoned their shoes on arrival. Hippie style was de rigueur—flowing skirts, head scarves, halter tops, no tops. Wee ones outpacing pensive fathers. Teenagers trailing behind violet-haired mothers. More than a few Lost Boys. A handful of pointed ears and capes. Beards aplenty. Long flowing hair everywhere. Dogs and teens roaming free. Water bearers lining up to fill their empty vessels from the spring. Hungry people awaiting generous servings of freshly made soup and an array of raw cuisine. In the open-air canteen, everyone washed their own dishes.
Watching the sunset while listening to air raid sirens in Kharkiv.
We’ve learned to accept the danger because we have to, if we want to live and work. Every time we walk through the park, we know there’s no shelter. Nowhere to hide. We go anyway.
Every time I pass through the neighborhood, I see only streets and houses. No cover. I know people died like this just walking past something Russia chose to bomb. And still, I go. What else is there? No one can sit in a basement for four years.
Misha wins!
This is a Twitter post BTW. Zabrisky is a journalist and has a Bluesky account but hasn’t posted this to it. That has been a bad trend lately — people post things first to Twitter and then maybe they’ll post it on Bluesky later almost as an afterthought.