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🇺🇦🧑‍🦼🇨🇦🙏 Please retweet, quote, comment, or donate, and I will add you to the accounts I follow. 🫂💞🥰💐🌺🌹💕 I am a disabled veteran of the Armed Forces of Ukraine. I survived the war, but suffered devastating injuries after my service, including more than 20 fractures to my legs and hips, multiple surgeries, and permanent disability that left me barely able to walk. Because of my condition, I cannot work. We are Ukrainian refugees in Canada. We live in a very old house with poor insulation, and winters here are harsh. Right now, we are asking only for help with food and heating. This is not about comfort. It is about keeping my children warm and fed. I have three children who depend on me every single day. Even a small contribution truly makes a difference. If you are not able to donate, please repost or share — that alone helps more than you know. 👉 GoFundMe: gofund.me/f0600b644 👉 PayPal / e-transfer: veteran54brigade@gmail.com 👉 Buy Me a Coffee: buymeacoffee.com/OlenaRohoza Thank you to everyone who stands with my family. 💛💙

Insiders claim that the American astronauts currently heading to the Moon have been given a special mission. They are supposed to select a site for installing a 25-meter golden statue of Trump to commemorate the end of his rule. The figure is meant to be visible from Earth and reflect sunlight. The installation itself is expected to be completed by 2028.

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🇺🇸 Trump: “On Palm Sunday, Jesus entered Jerusalem — crowds welcomed him, praised him, called him king. And now they call me a king too. Can you even believe that? I mean, I’m basically a king. And yet I can’t even get approval for a ballroom. Incredible, right? A king. If I were a king, we’d be doing a lot more. I already do a lot, a tremendous amount, but I could do even more if I were a king.” — How has he managed to stay out of the psych ward for so long?? — He’s not hiding at all!

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Russians drove up to Ukrainian Armed Forces positions… and simply surrendered. Entire crews approached in tanks and BMPs right up to Ukrainian trenches, stopped, opened the hatches, and said: “Take the equipment, just don’t shoot.” Soldiers and officers came out with their hands raised; some even helped move the tanks onto Ukrainian positions. Within a few hours, our fighters received dozens of operational Russian vehicles along with ammunition. The Russians were surrendering en masse—without a fight, without resistance, as if they were simply tired of the war.

The idea of assigning the task of unblocking the Strait of Hormuz to Donald Trump’s “Peace Council” is useful at least in that it immediately strips away any remaining illusions about the state of modern politics. In the past, an international operation required a fleet, allies, a mandate, and at least a minimal understanding of the consequences. Now, it seems, a loud name, a few odd participants, and the kind of facial expression with which someone is used to declaring victory before the game even begins are enough. What gives this construction a particular charm is the possible “force component” — special forces from Hungary, Belarus, and Uzbekistan. This is no longer just a coalition. It’s practically a literary genre. The lineup is such that the opponent might either be intimidated, burst out laughing, or, just in case, ask whether it’s all a prank. In international affairs, even a pause is sometimes considered a success. The only problem is that Hormuz is not a stage for political stand-up. A strait does not open through the power of branding, the volume of statements, or a fondness for the word “peace” in its name. It opens with ships, mine-clearing operations, air cover, and a readiness to explain to the world why a “peace initiative” suddenly started to smell like a major war. So such a council can do what most similar constructs do today: hold meetings, take photos, produce urgent-sounding vocabulary, and create the impression of activity. That too is a craft. It just has about as much to do with navigation as a press conference has to do with mine-sweeping.

🇺🇸🇺🇦 General Petraeus spoke about Ukrainian drone production and compared it to the United States Retired U.S. Army General and former CIA Director David Petraeus described his visit to one of the largest factories, which this year produced three million drones out of the seven million that Ukraine is capable of manufacturing. “That’s more than anywhere else in the world. The U.S. struggles to produce even 400,000 drones,” he said. Petraeus emphasized that despite the shifting global priorities caused by the war in the Middle East, Ukraine’s achievements are extraordinary and deserve the support and respect of countries that share the values the Ukrainian people are fighting for.

Zelensky’s open check. Well, friends… we’ve lived to see this. What’s meant to happen, will happen. Just read this online. From the media, April 3, 2026: “Washington should leave NATO and create a military bloc with Ukraine.” This proposal was voiced by former U.S. special envoy for Ukraine and Russia Keith Kellogg in an interview with Fox News. Kellogg believes the new alliance could include Japan, Australia, and some European countries such as a “re-energized Germany or Poland.” He recommends adding four more countries besides Ukraine, though none of them has had real combat experience for about 80 years. As for Australia—it’s almost laughable to consider them serious fighters. Most likely, Kellogg was floating a trial balloon on advice from Donald Trump, who finds himself in a dead end, and included those four countries so that Ukraine—clearly the main player here—wouldn’t stand out too much. Well done, Ukraine… well done, Volodymyr Zelenskyy!

On April 4, 1581, the former pirate Francis Drake, who had returned to England from his circumnavigation of the globe, was brought to his knees before the queen—not for a public execution, but for… a knighthood! Elizabeth I even personally came aboard his galleon, the Golden Hind, for the ceremony. According to historians, this was the most symbolic knighting ever granted by an English monarch, “for it was a call to the people of England to turn to the sea and seek their strength there.” Drake began as a privateer in the service of the English Crown, receiving its tacit approval for armed raids on Spanish colonies in the New World. In 1577, he set sail from Plymouth with five ships and returned in 1580 on the only surviving vessel, the Golden Hind, with holds full of Spanish silver and spices. By various estimates, the loot amounted to about £600,000—twice the annual income of the English treasury. Thus was completed the second circumnavigation in human history—and the first successfully led and finished by the same person. The knighting ceremony itself was carefully staged for diplomatic effect. Elizabeth I, unwilling to escalate tensions with Spain while still signaling alignment with France, handed her ceremonial sword to the French ambassador, de Marchaumont, who struck Drake’s shoulder with it right on the upper deck. The Spanish monarch was furious: his ambassador demanded punishment for the “pirate,” but the queen simply kissed Drake on both cheeks and presented him with her own portrait. Elevating a pirate to knighthood was a clear signal that England was openly challenging Spain’s monopoly over maritime trade routes. From that moment, Sir Francis Drake—one of the first admirals to circumnavigate the globe and return alive—became a symbol of English naval power. Seven years later, he would play a key role in the defeat of the Spanish Armada.

NASA showed a photo of Earth taken from a spacecraft that is flying to the Moon for the first time in 50 years.

WHO WILL BE FIRED? Left: A graduate of a military academy, a senior officer who has served in the U.S. Army for nearly 45 years. Pulled the army out of the worst recruitment crisis and earned a reputation as an innovator, promoting modern solutions in the military, such as the active use of small, inexpensive drones. Right: An officer of mid-level rank who dropped out of a military academy and a former TV host, with no experience commanding large military units or in administration. An alcoholic. Focused on fighting “wokeness” in the army and promoting outdated technologies because they “look cool.”

“Imagine you’re a native inhabitant of America in 1607 and you see this crap coming off the arriving ship.”

Chronicles of a “small victorious” war: March 3: “We won the war.” March 7: “We defeated Iran.” March 9: “We must attack Iran.” “The war is almost completely and very beautifully coming to an end.” March 12: “We have won, but final victory has not yet been achieved.” March 13: “We won the war.” March 14: “Please help us.” March 15: “If you don’t help us, I will definitely remember that.” March 16: “Actually, we don’t need any help at all.” “I was just checking who’s listening to me.” “If NATO doesn’t help, they will suffer greatly.” March 17: “We don’t need NATO’s help.” “I don’t need Congress’s approval to leave NATO.” March 18: “Our allies must cooperate on reopening the Strait of Hormuz.” March 19: “U.S. allies need to pull themselves together—step up and help reopen the Strait of Hormuz.” March 20: “NATO are cowards.” March 21: “We don’t use it, we don’t need to open it.” March 22: “This is the last time. I’m giving Iran 48 hours.” “Iran is finished.” March 23: “We’re giving them more time.” March 24: “The war is nearing its end.” March 25: “We are still negotiating.” March 26: “Iran is begging for peace. They gave us a gift. We’ll give them more time.” March 27: “Negotiations with Iran are going very well.” March 28: “The war will end soon.” March 29: “Maybe we’ll take Kharg Island, maybe we won’t.” March 30: “Open the strait, or we will destroy all energy infrastructure and oil wells.” March 31: “We don’t need the strait—we have plenty of oil. Produce it yourselves, Europeans.” Meanwhile, the average price of gasoline in the United States as of April 1, 2026, rose to $4.50 per gallon, following a sharp nationwide increase—exceeding $4 per gallon for the first time since 2022.

Today I came across a video of a rocket flying toward the Moon. I thought it was a joke or AI-generated. Then I read the news—turns out it’s real, they actually launched it. And once again, it felt so frustrating. People are flying into space. Creating AI. Meanwhile, in a neighboring country, a deranged ghoul with mothballs in his head wants to live in the Middle Ages, reclaim useless territories, and for that he kills hundreds of thousands of people, spending insane amounts of money not on science but on his idiotic ideas of restoring a Soviet empire. And once again, it nearly made me sick. If only those resources were used for something positive. But damn it! You just want to say: when will you die already? But then again—about 80% of them are the same kind of ghouls.

A complete lunatic! In the spring of 1980, the chief physician of the Kashchenko psychiatric hospital was reviewing the files of newly admitted patients. One folder caught his attention: “Time Traveler.” There were hardly any like that in the clinic—mostly Napoleons, Lenins, and Marshals Zhukov. But this—now that was something. The chief doctor opened the file, started reading, and got absorbed. “The patient claims he arrived from the year 2026. He describes absolutely fantastic things. That the secretary of the Sverdlovsk regional party committee, Yeltsin, will seize power in 1991 from the secretary of the Stavropol regional committee, Gorbachev. That the USSR will split into 15 states—and all of them will build capitalism. That before that, a nuclear power plant will explode, the Berlin Wall will fall, and the Warsaw Pact will disappear, and the countries that were part of it will rush to join NATO. In Russia, churches will begin to be built, the flag of Vlasov’s army will be raised, but the Soviet anthem will remain. That after Yeltsin, a graduate of a KGB school, someone named Putin, will come to power—he will start blowing up apartment buildings in Moscow, establish a personal dictatorship, and wage war against Chechnya, Georgia, and Ukraine. And he will hand the country over to the People’s Republic of China, replacing the ruble with the yuan.” “What wild nonsense,” the chief doctor whispered. “We should report this patient to the proper authorities.” But then the next paragraph caught his attention: “The patient keeps pointing at some kind of little box. He says that something called the Internet will appear from it, and he will prove he is right. When they tried to take the box away, he cried and begged them not to.” “No, definitely just a regular lunatic,” the chief doctor decided and poured himself a glass of Armenian cognac. “But what an imagination! The Strugatsky brothers would die of envy.” He opened the file again and kept reading. But when he reached the line, “Icons and the relics of Seraphim of Sarov will be brought to a Russian space station,” he slammed the folder shut in frustration and wrote neatly on the cover: “Do not release from the clinic. Ever!” He poured himself another full glass of cognac, downed it in one gulp, and thought that when communism was finally built, there would be no more lunatics in the country. Then he would be out of a job—and would go work, on a decent pension, as the head of some housing maintenance office near Moscow.

Once again, the American leader is warning other world leaders who have disappointed his expectations that he will remember them. Some don’t increase military spending, others refuse to allow the use of their military bases, others block transit through their airspace for military flights. Naturally, it pisses Donald off. I don’t understand a damn thing about politics, but this joke came to mind: Circus. A small boy walks into the arena. The announcer says: “Unique act! Right now, a boy with a phenomenal memory will drink a bucket of water!” They bring him a bucket, and he drinks it in one go. The audience is stunned. The announcer continues: “But that’s not all — now the boy with a phenomenal memory will drink another bucket of water!” The boy downs the second bucket in two gulps. The crowd goes wild. The announcer: “And now — the grand finale! The boy with a phenomenal memory will piss on everyone sitting in the first five rows!” The audience panics and starts running away, but the announcer shouts: “Running is useless! The boy has a phenomenal memory!”

So, what’s happening with the 2028 presidential election? Here’s what the landscape looks like for Democrats and Republicans, according to a Harvard–Harris poll from late March: Democrats: Kamala Harris — 41% Gavin Newsom — 26% Josh Shapiro — 10% Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez — 8% J. B. Pritzker — 5% Republicans: J. D. Vance — 42% Donald Trump Jr. — 20% Marco Rubio — 17% Ron DeSantis — 10% Tucker Carlson — 5% Quite a lineup—plenty to choose from, depending on your taste.

So, what’s happening with the 2028 presidential election? Here’s what the landscape looks like for Democrats and Republicans, according to a Harvard–Harris poll from late March: Democrats: Kamala Harris — 41% Gavin Newsom — 26% Josh Shapiro — 10% Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez — 8% J. B. Pritzker — 5% Republicans: J. D. Vance — 42% Donald Trump Jr. — 20% Marco Rubio — 17% Ron DeSantis — 10% Tucker Carlson — 5% Quite a lineup—plenty to choose from, depending on your taste.

🚨🇺🇦 Well, you see, Mr. Trump, you said that Volodymyr Zelenskyy had no cards.

Neil White, English writer: Why do the British dislike Donald Trump? First of all, Trump lacks some of the qualities traditionally valued by the British. For example, he has no class, no charm, no composure, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity. We like to laugh, and although Trump can be funny, he has never said anything witty or even mildly amusing—not once, ever. This particularly bothers the British—for us, the absence of humor is almost the same as the absence of humanity. And with Trump, this seems to be the case. He doesn’t even appear to understand what a joke is; his idea of humor is a crude remark, an illiterate insult, or a random act of cruelty. Trump is a troll, and like all trolls, he is never funny and never laughs. His mind is simple—like a bot running on petty prejudices and various nastiness, with no layer of irony, complexity, nuance, or depth. Everything is superficial. Some Americans may see this as a refreshing, progressive simplicity and authenticity. But we, the British, do not. We see it as a lack of inner life, a lack of soul. In Britain, we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are brave underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist. Trump is the opposite of that. He’s not even a spoiled rich boy or a greedy fat man—he’s more like a bloated white slug, a privileged Jabba the Hutt. He breaks all the rules of basic decency associated with the Marquess of Queensberry—he hits below the belt, something a gentleman would never do. He especially likes to strike the vulnerable or voiceless—and kicks them when they are down. His flaws are hard to miss, and the fact that at least one-third of Americans fail to notice them is shocking to the British. It is impossible to read any of his tweets or hear him speak even a couple of sentences without peering into an abyss. In fact, if Frankenstein had decided to create a monster made entirely of human flaws—he would have created Trump. “A man without a sense of humor is almost crippled to me,” — Pierre Richard.

Reading The Good Soldier Švejk has become almost impossible! It’s practically a chronicle of modern times. “Well now, Mrs. Müllerová. When I was with the 91st Regiment at the imperial maneuvers in Moravia, our Colonel Batzler suddenly ordered all telephone communication to be banned entirely and even had one telephone operator court-martialed for disobeying the order. And what chaos followed! By mistake, we captured Hungarian honvéd troops who were actually on our side, and we ourselves were nearly shelled by the artillery of the 33rd Regiment. Luckily, instead of ammunition, they were delivered forty crates of cognac for the officers’ mess, so they all got drunk and didn’t fire. Later it turned out that our colonel had gone mad because his wife had run off with an official from the telephone company—that’s why he banned communication. The colonel had to be packed off to a madhouse, and when he got out, he became a Conservative deputy. That’s how things go!” Jaroslav Hašek, The Good Soldier Švejk

A story that feels more like a spy novel than real events unfolded between Ukrainian intelligence and Russian спецслужбы—this time in the very heart of New York City. At the center of the story is Russian national Nomma Zarubina, who, according to U.S. prosecutors, was linked to the FSB and operated under cover. Her task was to infiltrate circles of the Russian opposition abroad. She built connections with influential émigrés, including Ilya Ponomarev and Andrei Illarionov, attempting to gather information through personal relationships. On the surface, her activities appeared to be those of an ordinary woman earning money through prostitution. In reality, investigators believe this was part of a broader operation: she established close contact with targets and gradually gained their trust, using emotional and intimate relationships. Opposing her was Sarah Ashton-Cirillo, an American who, after the start of the full-scale war, добровольно joined Ukraine’s defense, served as a frontline medic, and later began cooperating with Ukrainian military intelligence. There, as she noted, she significantly expanded her network of contacts among Russian elites and potential agents. Their acquaintance began during the NATO Summit 2024 in Washington in 2024. At the time, Zarubina’s behavior struck Cirillo as suspicious. She recalled: “During dinner, she raised my suspicions. I reported my concerns to my superiors in Ukraine.” These suspicions later developed into a full-scale operation. In the spring of 2025, Zarubina herself initiated contact. According to Cirillo, it initially seemed like an attempt to extract information but quickly took on a romantic tone. She did not refuse to play along, coordinating her actions with Ukrainian intelligence, and traveled to New York. The relationship lasted about eight months. During that time, Cirillo managed to obtain valuable information. She described the period as a difficult psychological experience, during which she had to “descend into the dark abyss” of another mindset. Interestingly, Zarubina herself was not unequivocally loyal to the Russian regime. She showed sympathy for anti-Putin movements, including the Freedom of Russia Legion, and, according to Cirillo, demonstrated the typical flexibility of system agents—a willingness to negotiate with anyone for the sake of her own survival.