It's the Day's Day of Days! Because my house in Budapest.
It's not just that Muir has become the fervent flag-waver of a foreign fascist regime that's invaded a sovereign nation. It's that he's done it as they fail badly, and seems to take their cowardly threats to unleash nukes as a sign of strength instead of craven failure.
But then, as the lunatic misogynistic rant reveals, this is about doctrine. Russia fits Muir's pathetic definition of manliness, and thus has to be secretly winning. The great reversal is happening any day now. It has to be. And so as they stand on the verge of another loss, to be followed by a winter of collapse, and then more losing, he is certain that he is seeing greatness.
Because otherwise, everything he believes is wrong, and he knows that can't be the case.
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