I’m sitting here in Saint Louis, where we have been ice-bound since last Wednesday. I’ve been doom scrolling on Twitter, over the war in Ukraine. I think that after three days of this that I am now fully qualified as a newly minted foreign affairs specialist. I feel for the people of Ukraine, even though they are half a world away. There is not much that I personally can do for them, since I can barely make it halfway down our walk to fetch the paper. Kudos to the anonymous good Samaritan who has for the last few days tossed said paper half the distance to the door, which means that I only have to negotiate the set of stairs that has a railing and not the set that doesn’t. Apologies to Gil Scott-Heron, author to the song, The Revolution Will Not Be Televised, for paraphrasing his title, but I wanted this blog post’s title to all fit on one line. Yeah, I’m just like that. Double apologies, because this war is not only being televised, but also being tweeted, hence all my doom scrolling. So, before the shine on my new foreign affairs diploma begins to tarnish, let’s dive right in. This is Putin’s war. He wanted it, he started it and he is to blame for it. That being said, there is still plenty of recriminations left to spread around. Like, why didn’t the Ukrainians begin to mobilize before the Russians actually invaded? Should Biden and NATO have been so categorical about promising to not send troops into Ukraine? Maybe a little ambiguity would have caused Putin some doubt and hesitancy? And finally, what planet does the Trumpster and his GQP live on that they think that their Putin cheerleading was a good idea? I mean their remarks were rebroadcasted on Moscow TV. Talk about giving aid and comfort to the enemy. It has only been a few days of fighting, way too early to judge any course for this war. The Ukrainians are frequently described as heroic and facing fearsome odds. Stepping back from such descriptions, they do not tend to encourage hope for a favorable outcome. On the other hand, there are sporadic reports of Russian columns falling behind schedule, of Russian tanks running out of gas. All that I can say, is that I hope that Ukraine gets an early spring, because then General Mud will come to their aid.