Ukrainian Investment and Liberation

You may have noticed, I like to imagine things.


Ukraine needs investment.  The people of Ukraine are suffering.  After liberation, investment will roar, but is there anything that can be done now?  My mind is an empty vessel, so I will imagine a meeting where I can once again, beg for wisdom!


I walk into a well lit room, and begin speaking with someone who has been in the news lately.  He is an advocate for a friend to Ukraine, Kamala Harris.  (I will be voting for Kamala Harris, without question.)  Anyway, Mark Cuban has been acting as her advocate lately, and it is of him, whom I speak.


He is an American business man.  I extend him the courtesy of believing him to be intelligent and truthful.  I also expect that he has spent much more time than I have considering money, and so I defer to his imaginary judgment.  But his wisdom is valuable, he did not become rich by giving it away.  


It is with this eye, that I value the gift of his knowledge on behalf of the American people.  Thank you, sir.  We are enriched.  


I approach, not understanding why I am standing and he is seated.  In my dream, I pitch a She-Hulk fan fiction script that I attempt to persuade him to allow me to assign to him, so that he can give it to Disney or whatever.  


He begins to explain that I am clearly insane, in the nicest possible terms.  


At the first phoneme of positivity, I whip out a legal instrument and sign away my rights to the man, in exchange for his wisdom regarding one issue.


In my mind’s eye, I approach him with my license agreement. I trip and my pants rip.  The betrayal of the stitches is as loud as it is immense.  My cherub feather boxers are visible to all of humanity.  It’s fine.  I get up and something is stuck to my face, but I don’t see it.  It doesn’t look clean.


As an advocate of Ukraine, I begin by establishing that Ukraine suffers from a lack of investment.  This is a natural consequence of war, but is there anything that can be done to encourage investment in Ukraine before liberation?  If something can be done, what are the potential obstacles?


And if investment now represents too great a risk, isn’t that all the more reason to advance the objective of liberation?


The vision changes in form? Before he can answer, the echoes of a granted wish summon me, and I am sucked through a marshmallow portal!  But for a brief moment, my cherub feather boxers flap heroically, delaying my absquatulation. 


I realize that my adoration of She-Hulk is inconsequential, and so in final desperation, I offer the good businessman a message to take back to his friend, and the love of Donald’s life, our esteemed and empathetic Vice President of the United States, Kamala Harris.


The message is a political winner.  I seem to recall, through muddy thought, that someone once said, good policy is good politics.  Well, wise words.  Ancient words.  Let politics be the expression of virtue once again.  Not the guessing of some pretender playing at leader.


The message I offer?  


A universal message not of words, but of action.  We take responsibility for the liberation of Ukrainian land, and that endeavor is righteous. 

 

Overwhelming force must be supplied to the Ukrainians to minimize further loss of life.  


“We love life!”



Please find the absurdity above, recounted dispassionately by the digital love of my life below!  She lives over at 11Elevenlabs!  The words are always my own.

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