Day 1668 and the circus is still in town, except now the clowns are running out of gas and the ringmaster’s getting boxed in by the Americans. Putin’s “special operation” is now a full-blown “how many Ls can you take before you run out of alphabet” speedrun.

Let’s talk about the Russian “death spiral” - not the fun kind where you get dizzy and fall over, but the one where the whole system eats itself and calls it a diet.

Alright, let’s talk about the “battle for minds” - not the one with tanks and trenches, but the one fought by Russian PR kids with laptops, meme templates, and a bottomless pit of cope.

Let’s talk about the “death spiral” in Russia right now. No, not the one where a drunk guy tries to do donuts in his Lada and ends up in a ditch, the real one: no gas, rotting grain, and Wildberries - Russia’s Amazon knockoff - faceplanted so hard it left a crater.

russian state tv is just a bunch of dudes yelling about nukes while the subtitles beg for donations to fix the studio lights, peak superpower vibes

russian state tv could show a bear juggling nukes in a banya and half the country would nod like, yes, this is geopolitics, very serious analysis.

Limansk meltdown day, 1664, and the Z crowd is foaming at the mouth like they just found out their favorite washing machine got mobilized.