there’s a noticeable decline in good news from the front.
Things slowed down to a crawl. It’s all in trenches now and both sides had time to dig in. I don’t think anything but a miraculous fuck up can bring mayor change to the frontline. That’s more about logistics and economies surviving the growing toll of warfare. And both countries has felt an impact of that back home. By now it’s more of a question if european\american life-support to Ukraine can overdo what Russia can buy from Iran-China-NK for it’s resources under the market price.
Good news for you, probably, is that masking the changes in ruble zone becomes increasingly costy. With a third of a budget dedicated to military spendings while prices grow in spikes, Russia won’t crumble the next day, but have all it’s other systems losing maintenance, what the pandemic of blowing up heating pipes shows this winter like nothing else. It’s all a loan, and the longer they take it, the more they owe. The frontline is on the streets, and the current goal of the ‘SVO’ is to keep them calm while more services become defunct.
Today, I’ve heard a granny in a bus (that I helped to find a route to the building needed) started a tirade about how the fuck anyone wants to vote Vova in again. Probably talked on herself for a couple of decades of prison sentences, but she’s not the one to care at this age anyway. With her being a part of his most loyal fans, although it’s just an anecdote, I felt a kind of joy, I imagined myself like the ice is finally melting. After two years wishing for peace on the New Year’s Eve, I hope the tectonic change is just around the corner, even if it means I myself would suffer. I can manage missing meat, if it means the meatgrinder would reach at least ceasefire.