Saying one thing and then doing another in order to mislead.

Orban is in my opinion very good at gaslighting both the EU and his domestic supporters. He talks shit about the EU at every possible opportunity, but then when he shows up for Council meetings in Brussels, he’ll usually sign up for whatever he’s asked that month. Then he goes back to Hungary and immediately tells voters that he gave the EU leadership hell and that he got a great deal for Hungary. This is mostly my opinion, but I think everyone in the EU expects this conduct from Orban, and they just go along with it for the sake of progress.

His voters on the other hand genuinely think that he’s a national hero for standing up to the no good, despicable, very bad EU leftist bureaucrats who also just happen to subsidise their economy. I kind of admire his batshit approach to politics, but disagree with everything he says. Basically, he’s all bark and no bite. Just ignore whatever mad shit he’s spouting and assume he’s saying it for the benefit of his deranged supporters and won’t follow through on it.

He should probably stop trying to take Avdiivka then. At this rate, there’s only going to be 15% of his army left by the end of the winter.

Happy birthday Romania! An amazing culture and beautiful country.

I finally finished Assassin’s Creed Valhalla, after nearly 300 hours. Holy fuck, there is so much video game in that god-damn video game. It just keeps going for so much longer than it needs to. Then on top of that they went and added several new features like raiding, and a roguelike game mode which I enjoyed.

It’s a mediocre game, but it’s a fun time if you’re like me and just enjoy exploring big maps, collecting items, upgrading gear, etc. I enjoyed the DLC, but I’m not planning on picking up Dawn of Ragnarök because the mythical storyline just doesn’t interest me.

When I’ve been playing for 5 hours and needed a piss for 3 hours.

My entire D&D group. Thanks gang!

One time when I was 11 we were given a tour of our city’s zoo by two ladies, who were retired zookeepers. They showed us around the zoo’s museum, and told us that the tiger pelt hanging on the wall belonged to their favourite animal, who they’d both looked after.

I put up my hand and asked why they’d skinned it and nailed it to a wall if they loved it so much. They both got really fucking mad, but I stand by what I said.