Zelensky is Stealing Like There’s no future
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In a new report by Time Magazine, Volodymyr Zelensky's nearest counselor and companion Andriy Zelinski uncovered that there is uncontrolled corruption in the Ukrainian government, with a culture of "stealing like crazy". The article additionally asserts that Zelinsky himself has provided severe orders to his staff to stay away from self-enrichment. Despite Zelensky's attempts to rally financial support from Western partners, the report depicts him as a delusional pioneer who is driving an unwinable conflict. The article talks about the continuous clash in Ukraine, including the deficiency of more than 100,000 lives and the lack of weapons on the two sides. The question raised is whether the people of Ukraine should have the right to self-determination or not, and whether Zelensky's actions are at last to the greatest advantage of the country.
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