By the Editor

Let’s cut the anthem-playing, flag-waving crap for a minute and talk about the war in Ukraine. Not the glossy, algorithm-approved version fed to the emotionally unstable on social media. Not the bedtime story for boomers watching cable news. No. We’re talking about the truth—the kind of truth that smells a bit like diesel, sounds like deflection, and feels like cold hard sarcasm.

Here it is: nobody with real power wants this war to end.

And why would they? It’s working beautifully. Civilians? Collateral. Morals? Decorative. Everyone involved has a vested interest in letting the circus roll on. The only people losing are the ones too poor to buy a seat, let alone a say.

The Eastern Bloc Party: Needs a Distraction, Gets a War

On one side of the map, there’s a crowd that desperately needs a reason to get along with itself. A patchwork of interests, legacies, and unresolved mid-century identity crises—all neatly unified when there’s a Big Bad Wolf at the gates.

What better way to boost group morale than by manufacturing unity through paranoia? Toss in a currency no one asked for, a pipeline, and an aggressive push to sell dirt in exchange for something shinier, and bam—justification achieved.

Peace doesn’t move the economy like military parades do. You can’t build loyalty around tax reform. But point a shaky finger at a suspicious neighbor and suddenly everyone’s waving the same flag.

The Cold Civilizers: Needs People, Finds a Crisis

Meanwhile, over in the land of croissants and contradictions, demographics are crashing faster than a browser on dial-up.

There’s a solution for that: import chaos. Or, more politely, accept the consequences of humanitarian disaster while making spreadsheets about GDP growth projections. It’s all very noble—until you look at the quotas.

Those old storage units full of relic weapons? Dust them off, label them “aid,” and ship them eastward with a wink. Boom—two problems solved: warehouse space and political relevance.

After all, nothing glues a fragmented union back together like a scary neighbor with big boots stomping around.

And let’s not forget the “reputation management” exercise this provides. Suddenly everyone’s an expert in freedom, sovereignty, and exporting virtue via surplus rockets.

The Global Referee: Wants Order, Sells Disorder

Further west, in the land of fast food and faster opinions, the war is a gift wrapped in plausible deniability.

Keep one side busy, keep the budget approvals flowing, and keep the attention far, far away from local dysfunction. A region forming its own VIP club threatens the global VIP lounge? No problem—time to test out those shiny toys and ensure that nothing gets too stable outside the echo chamber.

The art of ruling? Simple. Find a war. Talk about it. Extend your term. Repeat. Democracy runs smoother when it’s constantly under siege by something out there.

It’s an old trick: rule through crisis, and when there’s no crisis, invent one.

The Silent Strategist: Watching From the Balcony

And in the background, someone’s watching. Always watching. Clipboard out, calculator warm, sipping metaphorical tea while observing this live-action stress test.

The war isn’t just a conflict—it’s a beta test. Every move logged. Every sanction noted. Every drone strike dissected for future use in, shall we say, more humid climates.

What better way to plan your next big event than by letting someone else host the dress rehearsal?

The Eternal Benefits of Eternal Conflict

Let’s have a quick lesson in Political Longevity 101:

Start a war. Declare a crisis. Become indispensable.

There’s no easier way to avoid elections, avoid questions, and avoid accountability. Who’s going to ask about health policy when the nation is allegedly five minutes from collapse?

It’s a classic move. And it works. Over and over again.

Peace brings questions. War brings silence. Silence is good for those who like staying in charge.

Everyone Has the Moral High Ground

Now here’s the delicious irony. Every participant thinks they’re the protagonist.

One side thinks it’s protecting borders. Another thinks it’s defending values. Yet another thinks it’s supporting allies. Others say they’re stabilizing the world, and the quiet ones insist they’re just avoiding trouble.

Meanwhile, those with no say and no stake are ducking missiles.

You know who doesn’t care about philosophical justifications? The family living in a basement with no electricity. The kid who thinks bombs are just loud weather. The elderly watching history repeat from a hospital hallway.

Why Won’t It End?

Because it’s too useful.

It justifies military budgets, political posturing, economic resets, and endless meetings that result in nothing but catered lunches. It feeds 24/7 news cycles. It generates clicks, outrage, unity, and division all at once.

End this war? And do what instead—govern?

No thanks. As long as there’s benefit, there will be bombs. As long as the game keeps paying out, the players will keep rolling the dice.

But What About the Truth?

Ah, yes. That thing. The truth.

The truth is that nobody wants peace badly enough to pay for it. Not with power, not with pride, not with profits. Ending the war would mean ending the perks.

So it’ll go on. With new headlines, new heroes, new villains—none of whom we’re naming, of course. Let the public argue over scraps while the boardrooms stay stocked with coffee and plausible deniability.

Final Thought

If you’ve read this far waiting for a side to root for, you’ve missed the point. This isn’t about sides. It’s about cycles. This isn’t a fight for freedom. It’s a marketplace in disguise.

And that, dear reader, is the kind of unsponsored truth nobody asked for.

– The Editor