Yanukovych is at it again. That guy should have a kitty and maybe he’d learn to discipline his bad behavior—working both Russia and the EU in hopes of getting money from both and now he’s ending up with nothing from anyone, so far. I just don’t get these anthros. Papa writes letters in his head all the time that lay out exactly what could be the best choice for a man in power over a great country—how a smart leader whose priorities are the people, their welfare, their economic progress, can have his followers eating out of his hand if he wished to.
A nice man came to dinner the other night (nice, because he loves kitties and petted me and I liked him instantly), and his view was very interesting also: perhaps there are many, many Ukrainians who actually would just as soon be led by Putin and have the lives they had before in old Russia in which everything is decided for them and they are okay with bread lines and they don’t really have to do anything to change their lives substantially because mother Russia will take care of it all. Yes, some will remain in poverty, often uneducated and not up to date with modern ways, and yes, they will have to wait in line for food and there may colder in winter than they would like, but what the hell… Change is scary. I know that from being an abandoned kitty. But you know what? Mama’s anthropology teacher, a wise and wonderful man, taught her that there is only one thing in the world that one can absolutely count on, and that is change. I hope change is all for the good in Ukraine, because I think it will come whether Mr. Y wants it or not.
I’m for change—-how about you? Spasibo!
