day 1664 and the z-blogger circus is back in meltdown mode, this time screaming about liman like its the last can of gas in leningrad. fortress russia, they called it, until it turned into a revolving door for ukrainian counterattacks and z-telegram channels started eating each other alive. meanwhile, another russian general just got his ticket punched, ukraines prosecutor general bailed after a corruption scandal, and the only thing moving faster than the front line is the rate at which kremlin narratives collapse.
liman: fortress cope edition
liman is the town russian propaganda swore was “impregnable” until it became a speedrun category for ukrainian counteroffensives. every time the z crowd hypes up a “strategic” town, you know theyre about to lose it or at least lose their minds. the ukrainian general staff and deep state map folks are keeping it tight, not confirming gains until the dust settles. that’s called “not getting ahead of yourself,” a concept the russian side should try instead of declaring victory every time they find a new trench to die in.
the real comedy is watching z-bloggers like dva mayora realize their “we’re advancing in urban liman” story is about as solid as a lada’s five-star safety rating. the only thing advancing is the number of russian casualties and the volume of their online cope. the z crowd is in full panic mode, posting frantic updates, blaming each other, and demanding to know why their “unstoppable” army keeps getting stopped by a bunch of ukrainians with starlinks and a grudge.
it’s the same cycle every time:
- deny anything’s wrong
- videos of burning russian armor drop
- pivot to “tactical withdrawal”
- blame the generals, the weather, nato satellites, or the ghost of bandera
- declare it was all part of the plan and start hyping up the next “fortress” town
rinse, repeat, hope nobody remembers last week’s promises.
generals dropping, excuses flying
another day, another russian general sent to the big dacha in the sky. at this point, generals dropping like flies is just tuesday. the regime keeps feeding them into the meat grinder, and the z crowd acts shocked every time one of their “heroes” gets vaporized. maybe if they spent less time filming tiktoks in front of burning tanks and more time learning basic tactics, they’d last longer than a bottle of vodka at a conscript’s funeral.
the russian army’s biggest threat isn’t himars or drones, it’s their own command structure. these guys are so busy covering their asses and lying up the chain that nobody knows what’s actually happening on the ground. putin’s inner circle feeds him fairy tales, and it shows. the kremlin’s idea of “operational security” is just not telling the boss anything that might ruin his lunch. so when the front collapses, everyone acts surprised, even though the warning signs were flashing brighter than a moscow nightclub.
meanwhile, the z-bloggers are having a collective breakdown. every time ukraine makes a move, they scream betrayal, sabotage, or “nato superweapons.” they can’t decide if their own army is full of heroes or traitors, so they just alternate between worship and witch hunts. the only thing they hate more than ukraine is each other.
ukraine’s prosecutor drama: at least it’s public
while russia is busy losing generals, ukraine’s prosecutor general kravchenko decided to drop a midnight video, accuse the anti-corruption agencies of raiding his files, and then noped out of the country. classic move: get caught up in a corruption scandal, promise to resign, stall for time, then bail when the heat gets too much. zelensky called for his resignation, kravchenko tried to play the victim, and now he’s probably sipping overpriced coffee in vienna rehearsing his “i was framed” speech.
the z-propaganda machine is loving this, spinning it as proof that ukraine is “collapsing from within,” as if russia’s own corruption scandals don’t make this look like amateur hour. reminder: in russia, when a prosecutor gets caught, he just gets promoted or disappears. in ukraine, at least the mess is public, and the guy has to run for the border instead of getting a medal.
the anti-corruption agencies (nabu and sap) raided kravchenko’s office, allegedly copied a bunch of files, and now everyone’s pointing fingers. it’s messy, it’s political, and it’s exactly the kind of drama you get when you actually try to clean house instead of just wallpapering over the rot. the difference is, in ukraine, the dirty laundry gets aired. in russia, it gets buried with the guy who tried to wash it.
russian home front: running on fumes
while the front lines are a mess, the russian home front is falling apart in slow motion. leningrad region’s governor is begging people to “be patient” about the fuel shortages. his own daughters can’t get gas—one missed her trip, the other spent two hours in line. when even the governor’s family can’t cut the line, you know it’s bad. the authorities are “considering solutions,” which in russia usually means “wait for winter and hope people forget.”
the fuel crisis isn’t just a local headache. attacks on russian oil refineries are stacking up, and the supply chain is buckling. import substitution was supposed to save the day, but all it did was turn “made in russia” into a punchline. now, every time a refinery goes up in smoke, the regime blames “ukrainian terrorists” or “nato sabotage,” but never their own incompetence. meanwhile, russians are learning what it’s like to live in a country where the only thing more scarce than gasoline is good news.
and dont even get me started on the russian military’s “friendly fire” incidents. last month, a bunch of russian motor rifle troops shot up a paratrooper bunker while chasing a drone. the paratroopers shot back, and in the end, one guy dead, three wounded, and the only winners were the ones who didn’t show up. this isn’t an army, it’s a live-action version of “who’s line is it anyway?” except the points don’t matter and everyone’s armed.
front lines: the red rectangle of doom
the front lines are a mess. in kharkiv region, russian forces tried to push near kozacha lopan, got nowhere, and are now piling up in granove, moving south along the railway like lemmings with rifles. every time they try to hold a position, they get chewed up and have to fall back. the “red rectangle” they’re obsessed with is just another patch of dirt to lose more men over. it’s like watching a dog chase its own tail, except the tail is on fire and the dog is wearing a z patch.
meanwhile, in occupied territories, russia is still running its favorite hobby: kidnapping ukrainians. over 2,400 ukrainian pows and civilian hostages are facing criminal charges, with 1,700 already sentenced. the conditions are brutal, the red cross is locked out, and russia refuses to hand over lists or allow inspections. but sure, tell me again how russia is “liberating” anyone. the only thing they’re liberating is washing machines and car batteries.
the only thing more predictable than russian propaganda is how fast it falls apart when reality shows up.
russian economy: pyramid scheme with nukes
the russian economy is basically a pyramid scheme held together by oil money and wishful thinking. sanctions didn’t collapse it overnight, but they did turn every “import substitution” project into a meme. wildberries warehouses are burning, the navy is rusting in port, and the only thing growing is the number of people trying to get out. the russian dream used to be a lada that starts. now it’s a turkish visa and a job that doesn’t involve digging trenches.
back in moscow, putin’s still pretending everything’s fine. his generals keep feeding him fake stats, and he keeps believing them because the alternative is admitting he’s lost control. american intel says the kremlin’s inner circle is a black hole of bad news, and it tracks. when your whole system is built on lying to the boss, don’t be surprised when the boss wakes up one day and finds out the army he bought doesn’t exist.
the z-bloggers, meanwhile, are having a collective breakdown. every time ukraine makes a move, they scream betrayal, sabotage, or “nato superweapons.” they can’t decide if their own army is full of heroes or traitors, so they just alternate between worship and witch hunts. watching them try to explain away every disaster is like watching a guy insist his house isn’t on fire while roasting marshmallows in the living room.
same circus, different clowns
through it all, ukraine keeps grinding forward. it’s not flashy, it’s not always fast, but it’s relentless. every russian “fortress” turns out to be a speed bump. every “liberated” town ends up back in the news for the wrong reasons. the russian army’s biggest achievement is making the phrase “second army of the world” sound like a threat to themselves.
so what’s the takeaway from day 1664? russia’s propaganda machine is running on fumes, the z crowd is eating itself alive, and the only thing advancing faster than ukrainian troops is the rate at which russian generals get replaced. the regime’s answer to every crisis is to lie, deflect, and hope nobody notices the smell. meanwhile, ukraine’s mess is out in the open, but at least it’s getting cleaned up, not swept under the rug.
the z-bloggers can scream all they want about liman, dead generals, or ukrainian scandals. the only thing they’re winning is the gold medal in mental gymnastics. the front lines don’t care about propaganda, and neither do the families waiting in line for gas back in leningrad region. the empire is rotting from the inside, and no amount of cope can cover up the cracks.
liman’s still a mess, another russian general’s gone, ukraine’s prosecutor drama is playing out in public, and the z crowd is melting down like a t-72 in a drone strike. same circus, different clowns.