Category: Ukraine

From the shattered bridges outside Kyiv to the hollow eyes of Russian officers who once confessed that their whole lives had been a lie, I have watched the same rotten empire of untruth stagger forward, and I am convinced that Ukraine’s refusal to bow will help bring it crashing down.

The war is unlikely to end with a clear military decision; instead, as Russia’s reserves erode and Ukraine’s strikes steadily raise the cost of continuation, Moscow will be pushed toward a de facto halt sometime in 2026.

From the Black Sea to Krasnodar and Kyiv, Ukraine and Russia are trading long‑range blows. Inside the U.S., an Afghan evacuee now charged over an alleged TikTok bomb plot in Texas.

Forged under fire by engineers who refused to wait for permission, Ukraine’s FP-5 Flamingo shows how a nation can build its own long-reach answer to Russian aggression—and hit harder than anyone expected.

Watching a real estate developer freelance foreign policy with a Kremlin insider felt less like statecraft and more like witnessing a slow-motion warning flare for anyone who still expects competence in American diplomacy.

Ukraine is working from a rewritten American peace blueprint that trims the harshest demands from the original plan, but whether this marks the start of a real endgame or another turn in a grinding war will be decided in the fine print and on the battlefield.

I am not interested in abstract “peace plans” drafted in Miami hotel suites; I am interested in whether the people I fought beside in Ukraine are being asked to trade their homes, language, and dead for the illusion of stability.

The Legion was never built to last; it was a stopgap of anger, idealism, and broken men thrown together under fire, and its dissolution only makes official what the front line knew years ago.

Ukraine and Russia are locked in a grinding stalemate where neither can win outright, yet both refuse to accept the cost of defeat as the political ground beneath them steadily erodes.

Estonia’s Frankenberg Technologies is betting that its AI guided, “good enough” Mark 1 mini missile, built cheap and in huge numbers, is the practical way to swat Russian drones out of NATO skies without going bankrupt.

I went to Ukraine thinking I could choose how to help, only to find that on the morning the war began everything I knew—plans, love, even my sense of who I was—was smashed by artillery, paperwork, and the chaotic, makeshift mercy of volunteers who’d been thrown together to survive.

The lens hummed, the mud stilled, and for a heartbeat I couldn’t tell who was hunting who.