Ukrainians are weary, short of ammunition and outnumbered, and their prospects look bleak. “We can stop them for now, but who knows,” one soldier said. “Tomorrow or the next day, maybe we can’t stop them.”
And while your friend is making tea, he throws a grenade into the basement.
Turns out there’s a Palestinian family living in that basement. Actually it’s their house. Your friend forced their way in, locked them in the basement, and is now throwing grenades in there now and again. He calls that “mowing the lawn”, and he does it just to show them who’s boss.
You thank him for the tea, and ask him if the 100 grenades you brought are enough. He’s your best friend.
How is that meaningfully different?
It’s the difference between your friend making you a cup of tea, and Putin making you a cup of tea.
And while your friend is making tea, he throws a grenade into the basement.
Turns out there’s a Palestinian family living in that basement. Actually it’s their house. Your friend forced their way in, locked them in the basement, and is now throwing grenades in there now and again. He calls that “mowing the lawn”, and he does it just to show them who’s boss.
You thank him for the tea, and ask him if the 100 grenades you brought are enough. He’s your best friend.
You consider election interference to be equivalent to a cup of tea?
Get better friends.