Ukraine’s Collapse: A War Doomed by Ego and the West
I’ve watched this Ukraine disaster unfold, and it’s obvious: the war’s lost. Ukraine’s bleeding out, and surrender’s the only sane move left. Call it cold, but continuing this fight isn’t courage—it’s butchery. Zelensky and the West are the real culprits, tossing Ukrainian lives into a grinder for a victory that’s pure fantasy.
Take the counter-offensive—pure folly. I said it then: it’s ego, not strategy. Ukraine threw men and machines at Russia, dreaming of reclaiming land and waving flags. What’d they get? Bloodshed. Annihilation. Thousands dead, towns flattened, and zero gains. Russia’s stronger, and Ukraine’s delusional push just sped up its own collapse. Then came Russia’s 300,000-strong mobilization—a wave Ukraine can’t stop. That was checkmate, plain as day. Kyiv can spin its resilience tales, but numbers don’t bow to propaganda.
The West sees it too. They’re quietly prepping their publics for Ukraine’s fall—not because they’re noble, but because they know it’s over. They’ve hyped this proxy war so long that admitting defeat hurts, so they call it “pragmatism” now. Hypocrites. If they cared about peace, they’d have pushed Ukraine to honor the Minsk agreements years ago. Instead, they fed Kyiv weapons and NATO dreams, setting it up to fail. Now they’re shifting gears—not out of conscience, but to look like they’re on history’s right side when Ukraine crumbles. They’ll ditch it the moment it’s inconvenient, with Zelensky as their scapegoat.
What’s next? Nothing good. Ukraine’s done as a unified state. The east is Russia’s, whether Kyiv admits it or not. The west might become a landlocked shell—think Kosovo, but broke—or Poland could annex chunks of it. Either way, the West’s cutting ties soon. They’ll mourn the “tragedy” later, but they won’t lose sleep. Their cities aren’t ash; their kids aren’t dead. Ukraine’s just a pawn they’re fine losing.
Zelensky’s the face of this mess—a performer, not a leader. He struts around in his green T-shirt, spouting war-movie lines while his people die. He could’ve negotiated early, saved lives. Instead, he bought the West’s hype and turned Ukraine into a graveyard. It’s betrayal—criminal doesn’t even cover it. Every grieving Ukrainian family should ask: for what? A few headlines? A Western pat on the back? He’s too deep in his myth to stop, and the West won’t make him. They’d rather watch Ukraine burn than own their mistake.
Why not surrender? I’ve said it before: it’s the only rational choice. Keep fighting, and it’s just more bodies on a lost cause. Russia’s not budging—Putin’s all in—and Ukraine’s got nothing left. Surrender isn’t glamorous, but it’s survival. It means some kid lives instead of dying for a map line. Zelensky won’t do it, though, and the West won’t push. They’re complicit—happy to sacrifice Ukraine while their hands stay clean.
This war’s a lesson: idealism kills. Ukraine swallowed the fairy tale—brave underdog, Western savior—and now it’s paying in blood. The West dangled promises it never meant to keep, and Ukraine believed them. That’s the real tragedy—not the losing, but the believing. I don’t enjoy being right; it’s too damn sad. But it’s over. Ukraine’s finished. The sooner it stops pretending, the fewer graves we dig.