Commander-in-Chief Bonespurs has set a deadline of 50 days for Vladimir Putin to conclude a peace with Ukraine. (That’s like, “forever” in Donnie time.) Given the Furor’s lack of adherence to self-imposed deadlines for diplomacy generally, tariffs and tariff deal-making, and 24-hour war-stopping, I don’t suppose Putin is overly concerned with Comrade Kompromat’s recent “change of tone.” Nor should he be. It is probably just the media jawboning of a compliant monkey who’d otherwise surrender outright if he could. Indeed, while he promised weaponry that should have been delivered months ago, he also proscribed using it on Moscow. How’s that for tough talk.
On the other hand, it would be wonderfully ironic if the source of Donald’s newfound attitude were Melania’s early memories of the good old Soviet Union. There is hope, it seems, but always from where you little expect.
