The Cokehead Of Kiev, Exposed
You see very few blue-above-yellow banners on front lawns and porches these days, and those that remain are always bleached pale by sun and rain. I like the ones the winds have frayed so they droop like worn-out kitchen rags.
Flying a Ukrainian flag such that your neighbors knew of your brave commitment to democracy, liberty, “values” and all that was for a long time the ne plus ultra in the virtue-signaling line.
Have these people finally realized that the corrupt, Nazi–infested regime in Kiev offers no virtue to signal? This is a good thing if it is so: There are limits even to the pleasure one can take in the foolishness of liberals.