I don't understand one thing about the Ukrainians. If I was president of Ukraine, I would cut off all electricity, water and food supplies to all the buildings that the Russian thugs took over.
Either they come out or go hungry.
And if that doesn't work, blast them with extreme heavy metal or rock and roll music. Remember the year Panamanian General Noriega hid in the Vatican Embassy in Panama City, where he was blasted out with rock and roll music, courtesy of the U.S. forces? Noriega surrendered.
Over all these years, my family wanted Ukraine to be independent from Russia. When I was younger, I spent countless years with fellow Ukrainians in Ellenville, N.Y., where we all gathered.
Families and children from all over the U.S. and Canada would celebrate the Ukrainian poets and hoped the Ukraine would be set free someday.
Now I see why my father's father took us on a journey through Bosnia to the United States of America, where my family is free.