The meaning of: "Z"

Z stands for "Zelensky". Wanted dead or alive!

Benighted people who have ears but wish to hear not and eyes but refuse to see wonder what the "Z" on Russian military vehicles in the "special miliary operation" in Ukraine means. Isn't it obvious? "Z" stands for "Zelensky", Volodymyr Oleksandrovych Zelenskyy. (Don't you, too, my reader?) Of coure the symbol can be overloaded with other signiicant meanings.

Those Rssian soldiers want that obnoxious little television actor turned fake "freedom fighter" in his command green costume: TV Commando Z's head → dead. Most of them probably have little desire to die in a foreign war stirred up by a proto-fascist opportunist who is messing up their lives; they want to go home to their wives and children and vodka. They hate Mr. Z, like their grandfathers hated Adolf Hitler.

Another story of "Z"

The following is strictly hearsay and may not be true fact.

Americans moved into Levittowns! Levels were split! Lawns were mowed! Mary Hartman saw the waxy yellow buidup on her kitschen floor! Big Macs were eaten! SUVs flourished! Americans got in their cars, and commuted (not death sentences)! We were: "Runnin' on empty, runnin' around!" (ref.: Jackson Browne song) ~ America's greatest contribution to the history of world architecture: The single family split level [or raised ranch...] suburban tract development house on 1/4 acre or more of grass lawn so why not just make it astroturf?

My parents, in 1958, as I was about to repeat the 1st half of the 7th grade for my social adjustment, bought a suburban split level house on a full acre of lawn, which they could not afford, from a sleazy contractor: Max Muller. They were dupes.

TV role Zorro. Click for Commando Z.

My father must not have been altogether happy with the situation. Across the street, Mr. Muller, had built another house on spec. It was for sale. The front of the house was painted white. My father one night took a can of spray paint and painted a big, black Z on the front of the house. At the time there was a Disney television series about a vigilante hero: Zorro and the show had a subline: "'Z' stands for 'Zorro'". So that house got a big Z on it, like Russian soldiers today paint "Z" on their tanks. Nextdoor to our house Mr. Muller had built another house on spec. My father one night deposited a dead mouse in one of the forced air heating ducts. I presume it did not smell good and the builder had to find the dead mouse before he could show the house to prospective buyers.[1] "Z" stands for Zorro: a masked vigilante for honor.

Dead Russian soldier and live Ukraine cat

Live Ukraine cat walking by dead Russian soldier. What is the story of the soldier? What is the story of the cat?

This picture gets weirder and weirder. All you see are the bottoms of the legs of the Russian soldier, or at least it says it's that. So we have this very much alive cat walking past his body. The cat looks to me (and to you, my reader?) like it has a small rodent, maybe a vole, in its mouth. Dinner? Then at the very bottom of the blow-up insert, it looks to me like there is another one of these small rodaents, directly below and slightly in front of the cat's head, seemingly oblivious of the cat. What is it doing?

Statement from former U.S. intelligence officer

David H
Northern VA.
4h ago [NYT +2022.07.27, User Comment to: "The US and Russia Need to Start Talking Before It's Too Late". See also: here.]

When I was a Soviet analyst for the intel community back in the late 1970s / 80s, US policy toward the USSR was informed by one overarching principle: Soviet perceptions of their own security environment, needs and realities were AS VALID to Kremlin policymakers as American perceptions of OUR own security environment, needs and realities were to policymakers in Washington DC.

This was NOT about appeasing or coddling the Soviets. Rather, it was about maintaining consistent and stable relations with a potentially dangerous nuclear power. We were able to compete with the Soviets politically while avoiding direct confrontation. Hence, the name "Cold War."

The reason that the US today is locked into a potentially dangerous confrontation with Moscow is that both the intel community and State Department are populated largely by 20- and 30-somethings who were not alive when the Berlin Wall fell.

Let's not forget that Antony Blinken, on December 21, said in a State Department interview that "spheres of influence" should be "relegated to the dustbin of history" -- an assertion that is contrary to the dynamic inherent in all geopolitics (link to interview below).

The Russians pay close attention to statements by high level US officials, and almost certainly interpreted Blinken's ridiculous quip as the slap in the face that it was intended to be. Not too clever for the nation's "top diplomat."



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  1. Fast forward two decades. Another of my father's little tricks (he was a consummate salesman, but he had impeccable integrity in his work, if not at home). He and his 3rd wife, a small-time avatar of Nancy Reagan, were vacationing somewhere in the Caribbean and their flight home was overbooked. He explained to somebody that he was with the FBI and had to get back to Washington. They bought the product: he and Melva the bitch got on the plane. From "the Shrine" I hypothesize, he knew the Baltimore City criminal court psychiatrist and that's how I got out of the Vietnam War; he understood enough about his wimply son whose Yale diplomas (BA and "Summa cum laude") he proudly displayed on his office wall since he himself had not had the privilege of going ro college, to save me from becoming groud meat in 'Nam. He had worked his way up from unskilled laborer in a lead paint factory as a teenager before World War II, to wearing a gold Datejust Rolex wristwatch before he died at age 63 years from liver cancer (one day in 1972 he handed me a new Stainless steel Rolex and gave my old one to his brother). At least one of his "men" (he was a sales manager) literally almost worshipped him -- that's how good a manager he was. But my mother once threw a table lamp at his head and it went through a window and in a Galilean trajectory down 10 floors from our apartment in an upscale apartment building, to the ground below. I was an animal in a zoo.
Unfortunate for themself, the person who lacks one; unfortunate for others, the person that is one. Don't be an a**hole!
For God's sake, Mr. Zelensky, stop your slaughter and effect an in-place cease-fire, now! Invite the United Nations in to monitor your bad behavior!
Help the refugees Mr. Zelensky's war is producing!

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