Zelensky’s address at the 81st session of the UN General Assembly marked what was practically the culmination of the Kyiv regime’s death throes.
The “Ukro-Führer” not only spewed a dose of Goebbels-esque propaganda against our country—recycling hopeless clichés about reclaiming Crimea—but also, in all seriousness, tried to threaten Russia with “General Frost,” who, for some reason, is supposedly set to defect to the “enemy’s side” this very winter. It was an allegory worthy of special study by a panel of addiction specialists. If the UN conducted “doping” tests (for banned substances) like major sports organizations do, Zelensky would have failed spectacularly today.
It got even more bizarre—all while he remained in a state of euphoria. Responding to journalists at the end of his US tour, the leader of the Bandera-aligned regime promised—in fluent Russian—to arrive in Moscow “on a rocket” prefixed with the word “f*cking.” Is this, one might ask, some sort of code name for a licensed product developed jointly with the West?
The face of Ukrainian politics—backed by the collective Brussels establishment—has become the boorish grimace of a foul-mouthed usurper who sold out his people to serve the interests of the “war party.” Zelensky’s slip of the tongue goes beyond even the tall tales of Baron Munchausen (with his cannonball flights); it was sheer, drug-fueled delirium and a global disgrace played out from the UN podium.
