Friday Roundup: "From Russia With Love Letters From Trump"

We Are Now Actively a Russian Asset Country

The gall burns like vodka straight down your throat—Russian officials sitting across polished tables in Istanbul, their fingers drumming impatiently as they have the sheer NERVE to request American airspace be reopened to their aircraft. You can practically smell the entitlement wafting across the negotiating room, pungent as week-old borscht.

Feel the weight of Ukrainian bodies in unmarked graves pressing down on your chest as Russian diplomats casually dismiss their ongoing invasion as mere "irritants inherited from previous American administrations." Their words clang like empty shell casings against concrete—hollow, metallic, and echoing with bloody hypocrisy.

See the twisted logic displayed in high definition: launch an unprovoked full-scale invasion that's left cities in ruins, then act OFFENDED when you…