A dolphin escorts the naval drone on its way to hit an offshore radar platform.
In this operation, a Bayraktar drone was used for surveillance and the naval drone launched kamikaze drones to hit the platform.
The Russians are already wanting to negotiate with the Syrian rebels and throw Assad under the bus. This should be a lesson in how to bring Russia to the negotiating table — by kicking their asses.
Assad didn’t wait around to see if he would end up like Gaddafi in Libya.
By the time you read this, the rebels may have taken the presidential palace. When the fall comes, it comes in a hurry.
There is a video that shows one of Assad’s relatives (supposedly) getting hanged by a crane. It’s graphic so I won’t embed it, but you can see it here. This scene is likely to repeat itself many times.
It would be such a shame if Russia had a harder time supplying its troops in Africa.
Hafez al-Assad gets decapitated … again.
Syrian soldiers get ready to fight to the death for Assad.
Oh, wait.
Another 1,300 lucky winners.
A Russian Shahed drone is tracked and shot down by Ukrainian helicopters.
Especially No. 3
A new kind of bavovna.
They finally figured it out and got the hell out of there.
These must be those extra special Russian gun sights.
They’d rather die in a hospital than end up abandoned in a field in Ukraine.
Waving the white flag of Charmin.
Well, at least they blend in with their surroundings.
It takes a special kind of stupid to lay bricks like this.
We interrupt your regularly scheduled “Russia is FUBAR” programming to bring you the world championship of teqball.
Teqball? What the fuck is teqball?
Looks like a cross between soccer and ping pong.
OK, back to Russian stuff blowing up.
This is Putin’s imperial way of thinking — that Finland must be considering NATO membership because they wanted to take Karelia back from Russia.
May they all rest in peace.
The beauty of these flags, their bright colors, are paradoxically crossed with deep sadness. Each flag is a memory, it is the soul of a hero. Behind each is a son, a husband, a father who gave his life for Ukraine. Pride, mixed with anger at those who unleashed this bloodbath. And yet, standing amidst this sea of flags, you feel part of something bigger. Part of a people who did not break in the face of adversity. Part of a history that is being written right now. Slava Ukraine
Dad’s home.
Life goes on and so does Christmas.
He’s a little off key.
