v2022.3: Well.

I have lost count of the number of times I’ve tried to write about Ukraine.

I know nothing, personally, of war. I have friends who’ve served, whose spouses have served; both my grandfathers were career army, but they both retired when I was very small.

I know a bully when I see one. And I know decades of US history, and how we–and, in all fairness, a lot of other countries–treat bullies differently depending on how well armed they are. I was raised with this concept of “mutually assured de...